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what i want for christmas by buffy m holt


I’m sitting here eating dry cereal and making my Christmas list. That’s really all there is to it. 1. Bobby Brown Sandy Gold Collection (Bobby is Beautiful.) 2. Diptyque Parfumée Encens Candle. (I love myrrh.) 3. J.Crew Tartan Toggle Coat (Saw it. Want it.) 4. Shavata Brows. (Best. Brows. Ever.) 5. Sephora Antibacterial Brush Set

be cool my babies. or why conan o’brien is a stud.


If you’ve seen me on Myspace you may have noticed my “Hero/Person I’d Like to Meet” isn’t The Divine. It’s Beantown Boy Conan O’Brien. And FYI it’s not a coincidence that I just happen to be a member of Facebook’s Be Cool My Babies: A Conan O’Brien FanClub. (Yes, I’m a networking junkie…) I’m not

manchester’s magic bus


I was on Facebook last night looking at a group called “I survived the 192” – or something. A meeting point for 4000 strong; set up for anyone who ever took the 192 from Manchester Piccadilly to….well, to where ever it is the 192 ends up. (Hazel Grove?) The 192 is a Magic Bus. A

jose vanders


I ADORE this girl. Never mind the gorgeous hair and fabulous fashion sense, her voice makes you fall back into yourself. Pulls you apart and puts you back together again – all content and dream like. She’s also an amazing lyricist, leaving me the envy shade of green. Especially since she’s only seventeen. Horrah! Jose

being british


A British national newspaper asked the question: “What does it mean to be British?” Hundreds of readers responded…the most interesting reply came from a Swiss gentleman who wrote: Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer. Then traveling home – grabbing an Indian curry or a

langhorne


“What a wee little part of a person’s life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.” -Samuel Clemens

shuteye


He doesn’t like sleep. Doesn’t really see the point of it. Thinks it’s a waste of time. A waste of life. There’s too much to do to not be doing it. Me. I adore it. I need it. I hunt it down and try to be it. I once wrote over 10,000 words in bed.

harper lee receives presidential medal of freedom


I adore this woman beyond words. I’m actually getting teary eyed. That’s how big of a dork I am. And P.S. – doesn’t she look just like you’d imagine Scout to look at this age. Author Harper Lee has been presented with America’s highest civilian honour – the Presidential Medal of Freedom – by President

portobello road oxfam and designers guild


Platinum and diamond Edwardian pin picked up on Portobello Road. Vintage Gucci wallet, 99p at Help the Aged in Cheshire – the elderly lady at the till imagined ‘pounds’ to be a misprint and sold it to me for the pence version. I let her. Because I’m bad. Bless. Complete works of “Artemus Ward”. London.

decor8


I blame Sarah and Katy. Some. Those brilliant little kitchen clips and the 400sq.ft sweetheart of a studio. But mostly I blame decor8. My current favourite addiction. Holly Becker’s blog is like a giant espresso. (That’s how psyched up I get.) Full of pinks and pastels and other lovely things. It makes my head hurt

national novel writing month: NaNoWriMo


“National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30. Valuing enthusiasm and perseverance over painstaking craft, NaNoWriMo is a novel-writing program for everyone who has thought fleetingly about writing a novel but has been

halloween and heads and men in white coats


It’s been a while since I’ve had a hallucination (I hate that word, but it simplifies things). Since I’ve had to explain “No, I’m not on drugs. Never have been.” Since I’ve had some people believe me and some people refuse to. Since I’ve sat and wondered: should I even be telling you this. Should