me and my kiplings


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me and my kiplings

Those who know me know how much I love my Kiplings. They are not only cute and colourful, they’re also practical with lots of clever pockets all over the place. But best of all… THEY ARE WASHABLE. Yep, just toss these babies in the washing machine and they come out fresh and clean and can air dry within a couple of hours. So that’s what I did this past weekend when I realised I’d be putting the two summer bags (green and red) away and using just the purple one for the winter.

Since Covid being able to wash handbags has become more than just a convenience, though even before I would get grossed out thinking about old leather bags that never get cleaned on the inside, so I stopped buying them years ago. I feel the same way about leather gloves… ewww. In fact, saw some leather gloves on display in a shop the other day and wondered who would even wear those now, unless they also wore disposable latex gloves inside them. Yeah I know, it’s not easy being me. 😉

ps.  took me half an hour to untangle all the straps…

going bald!


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I’m going bald! It’s really quite upsetting because although my hair has always been thin, and has been getting thinner for a few years now, it’s become obviously much thinner – I’m talking actually see-through top and centre – over the past couple of months. At first I thought I was imagining it, or it was maybe stress-related and would grow back. Nuh-uh!

So… what can I do? I’ve been looking up treatments online, but there doesn’t seem to be much out there that isn’t just snake oil. Plus I don’t know the actual cause, other than age and probably menopause. But why the sudden massive hair loss recently? I suppose it could be a thyroid thing because I do have some issues there. But I mean, c’mon. I’m already having enough self-esteem issues from being FAT and OLD without adding BALD to the equation. Fucking 2020.



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Yay! I was so happy to pick up my framed print by local artist Alfredo Rodríguez @alfredorfz today. During lockdown Alfredo started creating colourful paintings of Sevilla bar façades and l fell in love with this one of my beloved Bar Casa Eme, which closed for good in March. I first saw the print on his Instagram page and left a comment saying I WANT ONE!. Then Alfredo got in touch and said he was selling limited prints and I placed my order.

We talked about where I would pick it up and it turned out that Alfredo lives in the same street as me! In fact I could wave at him right now if he was out on his balcony. How random is that??

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But despite our close proximity, because of my weird availability times for going out and his work schedule (he is front of house at Barra Baja) it worked out easier to pick up the print at the restaurant while I was out running other errands. Then I asked where I could get it framed and he recommended a place he likes, so that’s where I took it.

And today I hung it up in living room / office where I can see it all the time.

It’s a happy reminder of happier times. Go check out Alfredo’s work and get in touch with him if you’d like one of the limited prints. They’re all gorgeous. He’s done nine so far and I hear he’s making even more!

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hola monday!


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hola monday

I remember when I used to like Mondays because l loved my job, enjoyed my life. I always loved that “fresh new week” feeling, so full of possibilities. But now Monday is just a reminder that another week has passed without work or friends or plans. I mean I need a plan at least, in order to have some hope again.

And okay,  l do have some plans, but not any l can move forward with at the moment (so l need new plans). And l have friends, but l can’t see them, or when l do, l can’t hug them. And the financial stress situation doesn’t allow me the luxury of boredom. Anyhow, I’ve never been good at being bored. So I am in a constant state of WHAT TO DO NEXT?? without being able to do much. Other than try to come up with a plan.

Thing about making plans is that, w​hen you’re out and about in the world meeting people and doing things, other stuff often happens as a result, and inspiration or luck can be around the next corner. ​Trust me, I now know every corner of this apartment better than I ever wanted to and… nada. There’s nothing waiting around any of them.

Anyhow, I’m sure if it was Tuesday l wouldn’t be feeling like this.  😉

I just miss my old Mondays, which then reminds me how much I’m missing everything else. And learning yesterday that we’ll be in lockdown now until May… ufff.

Today was also a turning point when I learned that a friend of mine in Sevilla has Covid. Symptoms and all. It’s the first time someone I actually know has come down with the virus. Until now it’s been someone’s friend, family member or co-worker. But this is my friend. Someone I love very much. And so now it’s personal, Covid. Fuck you. And also fuck every anti-masker and idiotic herd immunity whack job, because you are why things have gone this far, and for so long. I despise you all.

How’s your Monday going?