The fear of cleaning up

Dear Diary or Dear Blog or Dear Comfort Zone, it is with trepidation that I come here today. OK it's time for a clean up, or clean out, and that makes me go weak at the knees. Not in the same way I would go weak at the knees on seeing Johnny Depp, or George Clooney. It's a different kind of, it's fear. I suck at domestic things, maybe I should have been born on another planet where domesticity wasn't mostly confined to women. This is the only time when I don't like being a woman. But a friend is going to do the cleaning out, I will watch and help out, although this friend really doesn't know what she's getting herself into. My house is mad, just like me. And after having been born and bred into a family where cleaning the house is of the utmost importance, here comes me who couldn't give a hoot about it all. I have to admit, I would love my house to look straight out of glossy magazine, and it has potential, but it doesn't gracias AnnMarie.

So now I'll take myself to buy the necessary cleaning materials and hope it will turn out all right. Say a prayer for me this week.

Today and Haute Red

I finally got very sleepy yesterday, and slept right till 10am. This isn't usual, I'm always out of bed by 8. But then a lot of unusual things are happening anyway. I keep remembering P.U.S.H. and thinking hard about that but it is still difficult. Change is not me, even moving the way a sofa is pointing to irritates me, let alone all this. But I want a change, out of this house. Funny thing I;m tied to smaller things but not to houses, something tells me I'll be a nomad all my life, here and there, and something else tells me it won't be Malta I'll finally settle in. Too many memories, the feeling of wanting to run away, or like it says in Sleeping Beauty.... and the princess slept for a hundred years until the prince came. Not that I'm very much like a princess, but anyway. But I try to be, the reason for doing my nails up in Orly's Haute Red. The name just has a snobbish ring to it, the colour, a fantastic pick-me-up orange-based red. There is nothing even remotely close to this colour on the market. As much as I love OPI, they don't have it. It just has to be Orly this time. Wonder why red always does it for me. So Haute Red nail polish might not transform you into a princess overnight, but it does help. Every girl should have on in her collection.

anyway, so it's P.U.S.H. with Haute Red right now.