jingle all the way

Have a lovely 'un everybody.
Jingle aaaaaaaaaaaall the way.
All the way to Lumpa Land (or wherever you're headed to.)

This one’s for A, la de Cái, que pasito a pasito ya me camina mejó.
Note: Very scary (in retrospect) Spanish ad from when I was very little.

bloganiversario, hip hip hip...

So, here we are.

One whole year gone by.

Quite a bit of nonsense later, still giggling away, which was the main point of this thing.

Deep, huh?

Hooray.

plastique fantastique

cv on books but sneakily on home, a gaggle of geese and a waddling of ducks, really

These are the two books on the floor next to my bed at the mo. I have been reading them (on and off, more off than on) for a couple of months now but I'm still enjoying them and, well, the rest are still in boxes. As I cannot be bothered to unpack until I have bought proper furniture, guess what'll be topping my Xmas wish list this year.
I absolutely adore reading, actually (always have, as a wee girl my mum would find me reading at silly hours of the night and sitting down with a book in every corner of the house.) However, I don't seem to find much time for it lately. Bollocks, really. I should make the time. So, what I reckon I need is this print (from this clever clever ladee) on a new wall as a reminder of that old passion of mine.

Soooo, speaking of new walls, let's just have a quick look at some of the old walls I moved out of nearly three weeks ago before we move onto the new ones (see how I cunningly introduced the whole old-new house theme there.)

I took some random pics just before leaving my (tiny) apartment in the old centre of the city. Again, I haven't edited anything because I haven't managed to find the energy and time, but mainly because I cannot be arsed to.

Just noticed a bottle of plonk there. Ha.

Right, after too many promises and the inevitable telling too many lies that goes together with making too many promises... Ta-da! A couple of pics of the new place.

It is still pretty much bare, echoey, unsorted out, full of boxes and covered in loose bits and bobs.

However, I'm totally loving it and glad to be here (okay, I have to admit I have my moments and I can be a bit of an impatient control-freaky ninja.)

How do you like my metallic green loo and my make-do couch (aka inflatable mattress + old couch's cushions)? I've been told by a lovely young architect it's my own version of the Polder Sofa (Hella Jongerius' dreamy design for Vitra.) And I agree it vaguely resembles it, only home-made and crappy.

My own version of the Polder Sofa. Methinks not. But it really made me smile as I reckon my unconscious mind was putting some extra time there.

Oh yeah, another added bonus to the new apartment. Every morning, while unlocking my bike and every evening when locking it back to the rail, I'm greeted by these noisy feathery neighbours. It's quite funny, even though I know it's not personal and they're not coming to greet me; they're just after stale bread. Also, those bloody geese are pretty territorial, the buggers, so I try and appease them to avoid them waking the whole neighbourhood up.

Still, I love it and these last few days that it has been freezing (really properly freezing, no hyperbolic speech here) it's been even better, all those ducks and geese in the frosty waters.

Now, that's just got me peckish. Let's go and have some foie gras.

So this is it. Over and out Corner View for 2009. Have a good 'un and read you next year!

corner view - evening (and tomorrow a belated "home corners")

Hideous massive shop at the end of my canal (how posh does that sound "my canal") selling lamps of all kinds, but mainly tacky candelabra. It is located atop a not-in-the-least-less-hideous (but handy at the mo) DIY shop and I suspect it belongs to the same owners. When you've gone past all the screws and toilet fittings in the shop below, you suddenly find a scary garden and decoration corner that would marvelously match and complement the candelabra sold upstairs (think fake quasi-Roman marble-like cheap cast busts and fake grass mats.)

Anyway, when evening comes, it actually looks rather pretty. From the other side of the canal.

Now the DIY shop just added some red lighting to advertise fireworks and similar exploding fare for New Years' Eve (yes, traditional here, a pain, if you ask me), the effect on the water's even better.

On second thoughts, a bit red-light-district-ish, this being the 'Dam and all. Oh well. I like those lights.

I will try and update tomorrow with some pics of the old place, the new place and the move. Too knackered now. Boo hoo. Ninja Power, where 'ave you gone? But... For more evening views, check spain daily out. Loads to see there!

on great tits

Ha. Rather a great tit than a mediocre, say, belly button.

Any day.

Tits by Seb Lester, as seen at Keep Calm Gallery, a great place for great (tits) prints and cards.

I 've bought a couple (of non-booby ones) through them before and I'm really very tempted to get this one as a pressie.

no corner. no view. instead I give you feet

My intention was to post some pics for corner view this week. Really. Alas, it was not to be.

What with all the things that need doing plus the utter exhaustion of having moved on Sunday and having quite a bit on at work at the moment... Last evening I went as far as moving the mattress to the bedroom (it was in the middle of the living room), connecting the land line (but failing to call anyone), emptying one box (it was nearly empty, just moved its contents to another one) and re-heating the Indian take-away from the night before, which I had with a glass of Spanish red (in a Martini glass until I locate the rest of them.)

A shame because it's the ideal theme too just after a move. Oh well, I shall get there, once I find the energy to take the laptop out of its box and plug it in. But hey, I'm happy and well and enjoying every single minute of the chaos. Just watch this space for photos of... boxes?

In the meantime, here's a preview. A couple of recycled shots (from a ninja for all seasons, the slideshow to the right.) Old floor boards, new floorboards and some in between action. (Wishful thinking, more like, as I ended up paying some strong men to finish the job off. Never listen to people who tell you you can demolish shit when you are already exhausted and stressed. You cannot.)

Oh yeah, and I thought I'd post the below tune, which has pretty much been in my head since my packing marathon on Saturday.
A bit of 80's British pop nostalgia with Living in a Box, their eponymous debut single Living in a Box, from their eponymous album Living in a Box. Truly, an ode to consistency.