Posts Tagged ‘glamour’

Profoundly Superficial!

September 15th, 2010 1 comment

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Our wonderful friend and fantastic photographer Profoundly Superficial has a new web site. Al did all the hard techie work and I did the design/logo. The wonderful photographs are all down to the extremely talented Profoundly Superficial though. She’s not just a photographer either, she’s a traveler, translator, cat lover, filmmaker, Polranny Pirate and all round glamour-puss!
Her blog can be found here.


Glamour and excitement

July 21st, 2010 5 comments

heliIt’s amazing how much glamour and excitement a helicopter can bring into one’s life even on a wild and windy day. Irish Lights have been using our field to land their helicopter, collect and deliver building materials over to Achillbeg Island were they’re improving access to the lighthouse.

When we lived in London the sound of a helicopter sometimes kept us awake at night. We knew it would be a police helicopter chasing some criminals or other and so it became quite a menacing noise. Now it’s the sound of excitement. I love to see it swoop over our roof and watch it hover as the next load is attached to the hook before it sweeps out over Clew Bay to the Island and back again. Then after all the excitement, I get to make tea for the pilot and flirt a little 😉


What Bretts have done right.

July 12th, 2009 2 comments

Fantastic. Vogue August arrived today. There was a price sticker on front that was EASY to peel off. In small neat letters it said ‘Jane’. Perfect. I’m very happy. It’s the little things….


What Sweeney’s have done wrong

February 27th, 2009 4 comments
Jan: Cate Blanchett, Feb: Cheryl Cole, March: Lily Donaldson & The Catwalk Report.
They’ve been defacing my copies of Vogue!  From Left to Right:  Jan: Cate Blanchett, Feb: Cheryl Cole, March: Lily Donaldson & The Catwalk Report.

As I’ve mentioned previously, I have a kind of love/hate relationship with Sweeney’s Supervalu at Achill Sound. That’s because although it’s a 16 mile round-trip to shop there, they are our nearest shop and so they have more of an influence on my life than any shop should.

If you’ve ever looked at my Main Lifelist you might know that I’ve been buying British Vogue since I was 17. It’s the only magazine I’ve ever bought regularly and it’s definitely the only one I keep. I could never throw one away. I’m not worried about keeping them in pristine condition, I like to pick them up (they’re all quite well thumbed), smell them and touch them.

It’s not the perfume samples I like the smell of. It’s the ink on paper, the varnish and the glue. (I think it was the scent of toluene in the varnish that I used to find so appealing. I don’t think they use that anymore). When I worked in magazine production, I became obsessed with the print quality of Vogue and even visited the press where the cover was printed. Yes, I was a printing press groupie. I’ve visited lots and lots of presses not just in the UK but all over Europe.

Anyway, as I say, I’m not precious about my copies once I’ve bought them (I’m considering trying to make some furniture out of some stacks of old ones) but I do think that Sweeney’s should show some respect for the products they sell.  I should be able to buy a pristine copy. If they don’t value them, why should I? I’m paying the full price after all (especially considering the huge Euro mark-up).

There is no need to write the price in Euros on the front cover in BIRO!!!. With a cover as beautifully glossy as Vogue it’s difficult to make a mark with a biro and so whoever does it has to press really hard. Whatever beautiful creature is lucky enough to make the cover ends up with a really ugly tatoo. What a thing to do. It really upsets me that they treat my favourite magazine in this way. Not just that (and I’m sure they don’t see it this way) but they are selling damaged merchandise. I buy it of course but that feeling of saving my beautiful new copy to sit down and enjoy with a huge cuppa and some chocolate has been ruined.


A bit of escapism

December 11th, 2008 No comments

Sometimes I really miss the glamorous city life I used to live. My Profoundly Superficial friend always has some some stories and great photos to spark nice daydreams.


Polranny Pirates

November 19th, 2008 No comments

Our friends the Polranny Pirates (a group of artists, writers and academics with headquarters just along the road from us who are not to be confused with the Somali Pirates), have a great blog.

The Pirates run a non-profit organisation that provides cost-price temporary accommodation for writers, artists, musicians, academics and creative people in general.


Lush Life

November 18th, 2008 No comments

How to get through the winter- Part 1. Bathos and Creamy Candy Bar by Lush.

In one form or another, Lush has been an important part of my life. My very first mail order experiences ever, were with Cosmetics to Go. They were the type of company that a friend recommends by buying you a little something and you’re forever grateful for it. Fresh, handmade cosmetics, tested only on humans. Such unusual and imaginative products, the perfect place to buy gifts and a company with great ethics even 20 years ago. I was very upset when they ceased to exist and I was delighted when they rose from the ashes again as Lush – especially when I discovered the retail outlets (how anyone could even walk past one with that smell wafting out is beyond me). Now I’ve moved to the remote west coast of Ireland and I’m back to mail order.

Even so, if I’m lucky enough to find myself in a city with reach of a branch of Lush it’s one of the first places I want to head to. Just to stand in the middle of the shop and take a big sniff is such a pleasure. I’d know that smell anywhere. Blindfold me, lead me there and one whiff of that smell, I would know it was Lush immediately. It’s not like anything else I can think of, certainly not like any perfume hall I’ve ever ever encountered. It’s not the smell of luxury- that’s not what Lush means to me and certainly the products are not luxuriously packaged by any means. We all appreciate beautiful packaging and that luxurious, precious feeling that premium brands give us, but we females are not that predictable. Lush stands for something else that makes up one of the other dimensions of womanhood. I don’t always want to be a glamour-puss. Sometimes I just need to be a girl. To me, Lush means colour, life, energy, joy and love and youth. I feel like the products have been prepared by personal friends and in a way, they have. The customer service is fantastically friendly both in the stores and online.

Anyone who knows me or has looked at my Lifelist knows that my favourite smell is Parma Violet. My best friend Julie and I traveled around Northern Italy at the end of May 1994 and I became addicted (although I’ve always loved those little sweets!). The smell of violets reminds me of the warm sunshine, the food, wine, the fabulously fashionable people and cornfields filled with poppies that seemed to be everywhere in the countryside. This is why the violet scented bubble bar, Bathos is my favourite Lush product. You don’t generally see many violet scented products around in the shops and so I have to make the most of them when I find them. I just break it up under hot running water and am rewarded with lovely violet scented mauvey water with loads and loads of bubbles. Lying in it certainly chases away the winter for me. My skin feels warm and soft afterwards and slightly sunkissed (although obviously that’s only the psychological power of a great beauty product). My skin is delicately violet scented for the rest of the day and the bathroom smells fabulous.

I alternate Bathos with Creamy Candy Bar- another bubble bar- this time candy pink in colour It smells like an explosion in a sweet factory- if any smell will make you feel happy this would be it. To get through the winter I make sure that I always have enough of each product on hand so that I can use them at least once a week until the spring is due. (The popcorn that the products are packed in comes in useful as a treat for our chickens). This is what I did last year and the year before that and this year I know that however dark and stormy the winter gets, Bathos and Creamy Candy Bar will get me through. Just having them sitting in the bathroom is wonderful because just the smell of them is just so joyful. I have in the past been known to move them around the house just to enliven dreary rooms.

Today, I awoke feeling affected by the winter doom and gloom but a Bathos bath with a bucket of tea sorted me out. American Boy by Estelle helps too. After that, I know that spring can’t be too far away. In emergency situations- I find Copacabana by Barry Manilow can’t fail to make me smile- kitsch as it is. Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it on a regular basis though. Who knows what the effects of long term usage could be?

Bath: Bathos by Lush
Drink: A nice big bucket of tea.
Listen to: Copacabana by Barry Manilow or American Boy by Estelle.
Read: Anything by Alexander Mcall Smith is sure to give a warm glow.


Anthony H Wilson RIP

August 11th, 2007 No comments

So Tony Wilson has died. I knew he was ill but it’s still such a shock and I’m surprised at all the emotions this has brought out in me. I was born and brought up in Manchester. Tony Wilson and Factory’s bands had already been a big part of my life just like John Peel had been when I was a teenager. Then, when I was 18, the Hacienda opened and for a few years, this was the centre of my world. My friend Julie and I spent so much time there and to us (and I know many others) Tony Wilson and his ego became a bit of a joke- the huge picture of him just inside the Hacienda entrance, the leather jacket with his name on the back. Yet at the same time when we saw him, if he said hello, it meant a lot. He was really someone. A man on a mission and a big part of the reason that I look back on those days so fondly, and why I feel today that a big part of my youth has been wiped away. I’ll get over it I know but I’m reminded today of my reason for starting up ‘mylifelists’ in the first place. I can look at the web, read obits, wikipedia, I’ve read 24hr Party People and I’ve seen the film but today I would have really liked to have looked at his Lifelist. Found out what he found pleasure in, read a book that was important to him or whatever.


Bright Colours and Shiny Things

October 6th, 2006 No comments

The new series of Strictly Come Dancing is due to start tomorrow night on BBC1. I’m really looking forward to it. At this time of year when it gets dark so early it’s great to watch something so joyous and colourful. The band, the music and the costumes, the argy-bargy, I love it all. It’s a real tonic for those of us mourning the passing of summertime. It should be available to everyone on prescription. Talking of tonics; as I’m typing this on a wet and windy evening, thinking about the long winter ahead, ‘Harvest for the World’ by the Isley Brothers comes on the radio. That’s a great way to lift my mood. I’d better check that I’ve included that song on my Lifelist – it takes me right back to a soul all-nighter in Manchester circa. 1983.