Here Comes the Bride

Well I wasn't going to do it.  I wasn't going to watch the Royal Wedding.  Then I watched that damn Kate and WIlliam made for TV movie and I was hooked.  So hooked I had to set my IQ and tape it.  So hooked I then had to txt my best friend  who was watching it and comment on the bride and the dress and the Queen and how perfect it was and how Kate was so poised and elegant and William so handsome in his uniform. 

And what a spunk Harry is.

Ok that sounded weird.  I'm 43 and spunk isn't exactly the word that seems to fall easily from the lips of my demographic.  Still, my mother always tells me you're as young as you feel and sometimes that little 16 year old me shows up at the most unexpected times.

Speaking of my age, nothing made me feel it more than watching the wedding of a man who I remember seeing as a newborn decades ago.   Very surreal moment..  If ever there was proof that time marches on that was it for me. 

Still ah-ha moments aside I have to say I enjoyed the wedding more than I thought I would getting embarrassingly over emotional about it all.  I could barely see the letters on my iPhone to txt my friend through the weeping and my anticipation about the traditional kiss on the balcony was on par with waiting to see if my favourite American Idol of all time was going to be eliminated.  Stressful stuff! 



Oh, a last sidenote.  How many crazy hats did Lady Ga Ga loan out to the guests?

Seriously. 

She can wear them but not every lady is born that way. 

 

A few inches lower....



The Gwyneth Effect

I have a confession to make.  I’m not proud of it.  I know it’s totally irrational and comes from a place of total jealousy and envy.

I hate Gwyneth Paltrow.  There I’ve said it and now I can’t take it back.  Ok, maybe I don’t hate her.  But to use a friend’s expression, I have definitely taken a “set” against her. 

The sad thing is it’s not her fault.  I don’t know her personally, haven’t met her have no clue what she is really like.  But still my feelings are what they are.  Sure – it might have something to do with the fact that she is beautiful, willowy and blonde can act her pants off, is a style and fashion icon and now with a new recipe book out can apparently cook like a Champ as well.  Is it any wonder I set her.

I would have been prepared to cut her some slack, maybe ease off a bit with my set party, but then she had to go and do it.  She had to go and appear on my favourite TV show Glee. 

Now I love my Glee.  I love my Glee like an alcoholic loves that last dribble of juice at the bottom of the bottle.  I must have it, I must watch it, I must sing along and I must torture my poor husband with all Glee songs on repeat on my iPod all the time.

So imagine how I felt when the woman who I have long considered my arch enemy shows up on my show.  And not only does she show up – but she sings! 

And the thing that really burns me, that absolutely boils my blood is – that she was good.  Really good and I liked it.  I like it a whole lot.

Like the conniving, talented shrew that she is, she has completely made me like her!  How could I not when I keep playing that damn “Forget You” song AND prefer her version to the original.  This grieves me considerably.  My world has spun on its axis and I am left wandering around in a daze.  This cannot be.  I hate Gwyneth.  I do.  I really do. 

For years now my favourite Gwyneth movie has ben Se7en.  For all who have seen it – you will know why.  No spoilers here.  And now because of a few Glee episodes I have to rethink everything I once held to be certain and sure. 

Even watching her with her perfect, translucent skin, golden tresses, charming smile and perfect English accent in <insert any English movie she has appeared in> I just can’t dredge up the loathing I once felt. 

So now what do I do?  My animosity for Gwyneth has been my constant companion for years now and I feel rather empty without it.   Even now I am trying to think of something that annoys me about her and ..nothing. 

She was Brad Pitt’s girlfriend – Very Cool. 

She married Coldplay’s Chris Martin – Even Cooler. 

She plays a country singer in her latest movie Country Strong (and I love country music) – Freezing. 

That she can drop the “C” word on a talk show and still look like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth well – ICE AGE COOL!

So there is nothing more I can do now but bow to the almighty Gwyneth and make her an honorary Purple Chickie.  Bestowing my purpleness on anyone is a big deal.  Not just anyone gets the Mantle of Mauve. 

So bravo to you Gwyneth for proving me wrong.

 I officially remove my set.

Happy Cadbury Wishes

Yay I finlly made it!


I could no longer resist the call of the blogosphere and it seems like destiny that my first foray into this strange universe should come at the end of Easter.  I sit here surrounded by the remnants of several purple Cadbury chocolate Easter egg wrappers and realise that purple isn't just a color for me but a lifestyle.  I love chocolate but I love Cadbury the best and whether its the actual chocolate or the draw of those lovely purple wrappers I cannot say. 



I dare you to resist the temptation!


I'm a fairly conservative person until it comes to my purple.  I am seriously considering an ultra violet streak in my hair.  For some reason it feels like something I have to do.  I have a clip in swatch of this vibrant color and can't wait to get the real thing, even though the thought of bleaching out the color anywhere in my hair fills me with horror, the need to have that over the top, luscious color falling from my scalp is just too enticing.  Still, if it turns out a nightmare at least I have my purple, glittery beret to wear as cover up. 


I live The Purple.  My house is a potpourri of lilacs, purples, raspberries, fuschias and complimentary colours.   My husband indulges me, albeit reluctantly.  Sadly he is color blind, but he doesn't need to see The Purple to know it's there, so he retreats to his man cave and pretends our house is a calm haven of neutrals.


My office at work is a pleasure to return to each morning. Purple scarves, silver mirror ball icicles hanging from my door frame, purple co-ordinated stationary, its my perfect work environment.  I'm a big believer in color affecting your mood and my office palette is the perfict blend of practical and aesthetic which helps stimulate and motivate me every day. 


Needless to say I try and incorporate as much purple into my fashion and accessories as possible without looking like a bedazzled eggplant. Sometimes it's a losing battle, but with a smile and a cheery attitude most people can over look the overkill.


I know I am not alone in my love of The Purple.  Only the other day a friend told me there had been a "purple girl" at several jobs she had been in.  So we are everywhere and it makes me happy to know that we are out there, making an office less drab, an outfit a little less ordinary and hopefully bringing some colour to a life a little grey.  So sit back, have some Grape Fanta in your favourite purple glass and unwrap that last Cadbury egg. 

You know you want to.