Or, as I like to refer to it… the ongoing search for someone who doesn’t f*ck my hair up.
I had the wonderful Stylianos take care of me for so long. He did wonders with my strange decisions of the time. He managed to get me back to a decent blonde after it was dark brown and red. He NEVER cut it badly. Also, as an aside, he was a genius at up-dos (here and here). Then he went and moved back to Greece. I still haven’t forgiven him.
Then I found a salon in DIFC and loved the hairdresser. She didn’t cut (I wasn’t brave enough to let her try) but the colour was perfect. It turned out it was her last week. Typical. The guy who took over afterwards Continue reading
I honestly don’t know where to start this post. I know I’ve said that before but this one really has me scratching my head. I did think about not writing but I decided that I had to. Someone had to anyway, and that may as well be me.
Before I go any further, all opinions are my own and I have PMS on top of having had a really rubbish week at work.
So, a good friend was back in town and naturally a brunch was organised. I wasn’t part of the decision making and booking process, but was really pleased to hear that we were heading to Continue reading
7.30am – Snuggle back down into duvet as no breakfast making means longer lay in.
7.45am – Go waste time in the shower.
8.00am – Start Juice 1 shots.
8.01am – Get pleasant surprise that the juice tastes better today.
8.23am – Have last shot. Continue reading
Obvs not me.
Hands up who does self sabotages? No, seriously. Do you? I need to know. Am I the only one?
I am the queen of self sabotage. Today is just the latest example. I can pull 101 excuses for it but I honestly don’t know why I actually do.
Let me explain…. Continue reading
One wine-free month has been completed! Yay for me and The Boy!
In this case, unlike quitting smoking, I am totally giving myself WAY more credit than him! He isn’t a drinker. He likes an occasional Jack Daniels or Makers Mark, but it doesn’t bother him in the last if he doesn’t have one from month to month.
Me, I’m a wino. Not really but probably. I love a glass of wine. In fairness, I love a bottle of wine. Don’t get me wrong, it’s never been a nightly thing (expect when his father was here, but that was a necessity) and since meeting The Boy, it’s been a lot less.
Meeting him coincided with me deciding that I’ve been in Dubai and kicking the woohoo out of brunches for too long. Continue reading
As you will have heard by now, The Ivy in Emirates Towers is closing it’s doors on 31st December. There are a myriad of rumours going around as to why this is happening, none of which I am going to repeat on here as some of them could be slightly libelous at best!!
What I can tell you is that it just feels like they no longer care. Why do I say that? Well, Ladies Night. I went last week and had the worst meal I have every had there. By far.
The Ladies Night menu consists of a 3 course meal and 4 glasses of wine for AED 199 which is an absolute bargain. Or, it used to be. Now it’s just a bit embarrassing. Portion sizes have been cut down so dramatically that you really are thankful for the bowl of bread at the beginning of the meal.
For example, this is their prawn cocktail starter: Continue reading
(Yes… I am apparently very much enjoying all the alliterations at the moment!!)
Months back I put out a plea on Facebook for someone to come with me to a cake decorating class I had found. I didn’t think it would be The Boy’s cup of tea (although after actually discussing it with him, he would have given it a shot if I wanted him too – he’s an angel!) and so I thought that someone must be as excited by me at the prospect of learning to pretty up cakes. I was right… my friend Claire did!
We were so excited we booked with Cake Story straight away, despite it being a good 2 months in advance of the class date. We chose their giant cup cake class, and had plans to participate in more going forward. I thought I had found my heaven.
But… Continue reading