Manouverability

Chelsea just beat Liverpool 2-0. Yes, I follow football, but more to the point is how Chelsea won. Jose Mourinho is the absolute Master of technique and subterfuge. He plans, he manouvres, he uses his mind as much (if not more than) the football on the pitch to win games. And you thought it was just a matter of 22 grown men chasing a ball around. Can I learn from him? I think the answer is most definitely "Yes". Sometimes what we've done in the past helps us get what we think we want in the future. The question is - can you play the game?

I must confess I am absolutely not a game player at all. Far too spontaneous (not forward thinking at all) but seeing his tactics and acheivements, I think I'm learning. The stories in my life pertaining to all this are (I'm afraid) private. But of the two situations I'm monitoring - one I've already achieved and the second is ongoing. It's all to do with position, patience and manouverability.

Back to Real Life. Yes, I went home for the holidays, but here is the funny thing. Due to my New Car status and my inability make my boot bigger (it's extremely easy when you know how - almost childlike) I left, by accident, almost all of my trousers, skirts and dresses behind. So when I awoke the next day and looked in my wardrobe, it seemed to be missing a lot of things, but was full of jackets, blouses and jumpers plus one pair of trousers. And nine pairs of shoes. After a huge hissy fit (where was the rest of my wardrobe?! - was it in the car still? Was it in another wardrobe in my Mother's home? Was it lying on the floor outside my home in London? Was it still IN my London home?...) I called a friend who went into my house and found the missng wardrobe hanging in the hall. Talk about travelling light! For 10 days I lived in track bottoms and one pair of truly awful cargo pants (I wore them to drive up to Leeds) - don't ask. Needless to say a very, very casual time was had by all.

Last week I went with some friends to a very cool fashion/art/film movers-and-shakers VIP party. The usual demographic - lots of very young, thin, black leather or skinny-jeaned women with long blonde hair in most cases. Well, some weren't women yet (girls) in their early 20s, to 70-year olds, some of whom were wearing the same outfits as their younger counterparts - I ask you! And lots of men who only wanted to talk to the young, fabulous (only because they're young) women. In two separate conversations, two women in their forties bemoaned the fact that although (and in both cases this applies) they were very well-educated, holding down big jobs in Finance and Law and very attractive, that the men at this party just didn't see them.

I must say, this is not a problem for me. Why? Because I don't waste time on a man who wants to be with a woman a quarter of his age. I don't encourage Trophy Hunter-types. There are, in my opinion, plenty of men who look for a different kind of woman. Don't waste your time being upset or frustrated - play your game, not theirs.

No shopping. Still have my credit note and no, even the new shoes haven't tempted me. No nearer a white skirt either, but at least I have all my trousers, skirts, etc.

Spring is here! So Pre-Fall must ony be around the corner.

Happy Shopping.

A series of Unconnected Events - spoiled for choice (too much choice)

I missed a week, but it had nothing to do with you. In my other life as a human, I am involved with charity work and last Monday evening I was dinner chair at a charity Gala at The Dorchester in London. This is a very time-consuming task but the cause is so worthwhile. Plus, I had to make the opening speech - over six minutes in length in a room full of 400+ people - an extremely daunting task! All went very well, thank you, and lots of money was raised.

Back to my titles. This series of unconnected events happened to me recently and I'm now extremely aware of, (what do they call it?) cause and effect. This chain of events allowed me to buy the car of my dreams which had, at the start of my car-buying journey, been out of my price range. Subsequently a pair of shoes on which the buckle broke that were sent back to the manufacturer and could not be mended. And so they gave me a credit note which allowed me to get the evening shoes I just saw but due to my car purchase, wasn't going to buy. What's next?

I was invited to a fur trunk show yesterday and tried on a beautiful, very pale pink mink coat (the colour of the outside of my house - you know where this is going). Will that be next, I wonder?...

I must just add the evening shoes I bought I had tried on in black (obviously). But yesterday, I bought them in red. Today they're going back and I'll get the black (too much choice). I took back the red shoes and nearly bought the black ones but I must confess there was something about them that for me, at this moment, wasn't right. So, dear friends, here I was with an unexpected credit note to which my first reaction was to buy a pair of shoes. I tried on every pair (almost) in the shop to try and find the pair I wanted, but like a buffet, I didn't want any. Having said that I took a pair of shocking pink ones, but they're going back as well. I just don't need them now. Not in the end of the season at full price. I'll save the credit note until the new season (pre-fall, which we love) comes in, in May. See, dear friends? Too much choice for me never works.

For me, it's like being at a buffet - my all-time hate. How do I know what want to eat, when I see so much? I absolutely don't want it all but sometimes think I should try new things. This is where it gets tricky. I was brought up having to clear one's plate. So to leave food on the plate is almost a sin (see my problem?) So a buffet means I actually eat very little, if anything at all. Just give me a menu and I'm very happy.

I can't believe it's almost Pessach/Easter. Going home for the festivities - what fun!

Still looking for my white skirt, but will manage until then.

Just think about your series of unconnected events and see what you put in motion.

Careful shopping


(...is that rain on my new car?)