Tea Time Love

During the winter I read the Shopaholic books by Sophie Kinsella in preparation of going to see the movie Shopaholic. (Does anyone else "prepare" before going to see a movie?!) While reading the books I fell in love with the idea of putting on a kettle to make tea. It sounds so cozy and rustic and domestic. I didn't have a tea kettle at that time so I started keeping an eye out for a great looking pot to add to my stove. As luck would have it I found a fabulous orange tea kettle at Marshall's. I love the pop of color and sunshine it brings to my black stove. 

The sad thing is I still have not heated water in my kettle, steeped a pot of tea or any other fabulous British pastime.

This week has been dreary, rainy and cold! (I feel like we're living in Erie, PA again!) Perhaps I feel a spot of tea coming on! Now I just need a fabulous herbal tea recommendation!!

A Shopping We Will Go

In my spare time I have been reading the Shopaholic series in anticipation of the upcoming movie release. The books are light-hearted, a quick read and I must admit there have been several times when I have laughed out loud at the crazy antics of one Rebecca Bloomwood.

There is a huge difference between Ms. Bloomwood and myself. I can become extremely self-conscious going into shops such as Nordstrom and Tiffany. I can't imagine being brave enough to go into a shop such as Barneys or Saks! Actually, I have been into Saks 5th Avenue and I felt like I was a fish out of water. I was so uncomfortable and must admit I did not enjoy myself one little bit!

Earlier this week I ran up to the mall and popped into MAC (new lipstick and lipliner), Origins (running low on foundation) and Aveda (hair product and I am thinking of switching to their skin care). I always have a fabulous time at the MAC counter...their employees are definitely unique! I'm in and out of Origins lickety-split but while I am in the Aveda shop I start to feel a little uncomfortable. I usually buy my hair product from Paris, my hair guru, so I have never spent much time inside the actual store. The sales associate is very pleasant (and to be honest has a whole bunch of acne scars on her face) but still I start to feel my confidence oozing out all around me. There are just certain scenarios when my self-esteem takes an abrupt nose dive.

How I wish I had Becky Bloomwood's style confidence WITHOUT her shopping bills!