Something's Bugging Me....

Ummm I feel obliged to tell you that I spent most of yesterday afternoon FREAKING out over the spider, shown above, that was terrorizing my flat.  When I first laid eyes on the little bugger, the DG in me grabbed a cup and bent down ready to scoop it up and let him go safe and sound on the balcony.  But as I did so, and it scurried closer to me rather than into the cup, the fashionista in me squealed and ran upstairs to stand on my bed until Mr. LaPoo came home.  Fine, eventually I came back down to the couch, but I swear I could hear that thing walking around for hours.  Finally, Mr. LaPoo did return home, though, and took care of the matter all before dinnertime.  PHEW!

And yes. I took a picture, which doesn't even do him justice by the way.  Have I mentioned I don't have a job?

LaPoo's Dinner Snafus

Last night I found myself in the private dining room  at the Burlington Arms with 12 Aussies and a Scandinavian woman for dinner.  Lots of old friends of Mr. LaPoo and a few unknowns.  All in all a delightful evening full of interesting conversations and only a couple awkward moments thanks to yours truly.  Faves of the evening were...

1.) When, out of 14 people in attendance, Mr. LaPoo and I managed to sit down next to and across from his ex-girlfriend.  Who, actually is super nice and smart.  Unless she's faking it, but I'm usually pretty good at picking up on such things.  

2.) How I kept obsessing all night about how funny it was that the ex and I both wore our hair in low side ponies.  What are the odds?  Oh and how my husband and the girl next to him, that wasn't me, had had sex before.  But mainly the side pony.

3.) When I ordered my cheeseburger medium rare and the waiter said they only made them well done I blurted out, "Are you kidding?"  Damn it feels good to be an American stereotype sometimes.

4.) Being caught in the middle of conversations about Afghanistan and the Copenhagen Summit, when really all I wanted was to be seated back with the interesting girl who makes chocolate discussing the possibility of Lloyd and Cheryl having an affair on X Factor.

5.) Chatting with the strange girl who assumed, as a fellow Jew, that I knew about the secret sign language thing.   Admittedly, I am the worst Jew in the world, but uh what?

6.) And finally, the fact that at the ex's office when someone brings forward a new idea, they are judged by their colleagues wearing either gold or green party hats.  Gold for when they like the idea and green for not so much.  I mean I've worked in fashion for years, and not once did I get to wear a gold party hat in a meeting.  Dang it!


P.S. Stay tuned for more on the chocolate girl.  It's like chocolate...but better!

LaPoo's Interviews Blues

Have had two interviews this week.  Felt like they went fine, but not amazing.  Yesterday's was a second interview, very last minute mind you, (not that I'm making excuses) and I just had one of those moments after they asked me a question, where my mind went blank and it felt like 30 minutes had passed until I answered!  NOT good.  Only time will tell now.  On the plus side, they all seemed to really enjoy my outfit.  Navy gorge Isabel Marant trousers with Paul Smith white shirt poking out from under a black APC short-sleeved knit top with strands of Chanel pearls and black patent peep toe Miu Miu heels.

Got home in the afternoon and switched back into my alter ego, CHEF LaPOO EXTRAORDINAIRE!  Cooked up some Sage marinated Pork loins with sauteed spinach, sweet potato fries and glazed apples.  DREAM.  Had it for lunch today too at the Eat on Berkeley Square.  I met my friends Chelsea and Liz there who got soup.  Yup.  I economized.  Look at me go.  OH and on my way to the gym this morning, I followed this guy for about three blocks who clearly had the WORST wedgy.  Kept walking funny and trying to readjust.  Totally sympathized with the poor guy.

P.S. I wasn't like following him following him. He just happened to be walking in front of me.

P.P.S. Have you noticed how everything seems to rhyme with LaPoo?

Host the Roast

Lots of glorious feasting this weekend! We had our friends Natalia and Jason over for lunch on Saturday with their adorable twin baby girls!  See above for the menu and please note that the kale was from our very own urban terrace garden.   Quite a tasty afternoon treat that lasted well into the evening.  Kept up the roast motif on Sunday with another long lunch at Bumpkin (Notting Hill branch) with our fave locals.  Always love going to Bumpkin - it's a fun atmosphere, but the food I think is just okay.  Never offensive, but never amazing.  I did, however, enjoy my gooey pecan brownie VERY MUCH.  This morning, hopped on the bus for my interview at Anya.  Think it went well, but I always seem to think that and am still unemployed.  Only time will tell.  On the positive side, my outfit came together quite nicely.  Winter white See by Chloe dress, black cropped Paul Smith blazer, big chunky Chanel necklace and black Jill Stuart boots.  I mean, I'd hire me on the outfit alone. 

Dirty Dell-inquents.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ijH3cRJ1BY

So, if you live in the UK and watch TV, as most SANE people do, you've no doubt seen the new Dell commercial with the factory workers singing along to the 1958 Chordettes hit "Lollipop".  Something about this commercial has seemed a little off to me for quite some time, and only now have I put it all together.  If you don't know the commercial, check out the link above, and then please answer me the following questions...

1.) Why is the guy on the right fastening his overalls? One might assume he already got dressed at home.  Which leads me to....

2.) What was he doing down there, wherever he popped up from, with that "caught in the act" expression on his face? Half dressed? Below the other guy next to him, with the look of ecstasy on his face? 

3.) And finally.  The song choice. Lollipop. Getting a visual?  All seems to fit together nicely doesn't it? 

Me thinks someone in advertising at Dell is having a nice little chuckle right about now.

TGI...Pizza Night!

Still raining.  Still bored.  But at least it's the weekend, although we've covered this already haven't we?  So I get excited for other things. Like last night Mr. LaPoo and I watched two episodes of our new fave show. Modern Family.  Love!  It's kinda like The Office meets Best in Show meets The OC.  Fave character is Cam, the overweight gay guy.  He gets all the best lines.  I highly recommend.  

In other snews, saw my friend Julie today for a lunch and Grey's Anatomy sesh.  Then got a mani in preparation for my interview with Anya Hindmarch on Monday!  Went with another Chanel colour from my personal stock.  Nuit De Russie.  Nailed it. Do you see what I did there?  AND this just in:  Mr. LaPoo is on his way home as we speak.   Upon his arrival, after we put on the elastic waist pants, we will be ordering a large pizza from Mulberry Street on Westbourne Grove, which I have to say is pretty authentic NY pizza.  Get it with meatballs and you'll feel like you're at Lombardis.  ALSO, I think some Inbetweeners viewing is in our future.  Another show we're into at the mo.  At first I felt there weren't enough girls in it to be worth my while, but it's actually really funny and realistic....I would imagine, never having been a teenage boy myself.  THANK GOD! 

http://sky1.sky.com/modern-family
http://www.mulberrystreet.co.uk/
http://www.firstpizza.com/
http://www.e4.com/inbetweeners/

Feel the Burn

Ughgh feeling SUPER boring lately. Like I have nothing exciting to report to all my adoring fan.  By the way, thanks Jess!  What can I tell you? I made a delish mustard glazed salmon dish last night for din din with some bulgur wheat and asparagus.  Saw my friend Sally yesterday for lunch. Today it was Becky.  Have been going to the gym, trying out new classes, which has proven kind of depressing.  I arrived early to a class the other day and struck up a convo with another woman.  Mentioned my unemployment predicament, and before I knew it three other American women and an Aussie chimed in all with similar stories.  One was in the movie biz, one a banker, one a lawyer.  I mean, all these successful women have moved over to London for men and are now bopping around to the latest Britney song at Virgin Active Gym on Lancaster Road.  And I'll just bet the Kensington branch has its fair share too.  Oh well...at least we look great.  Sort of.  Must stop baking to fill my days.  Yikes that was SOO Bridget Jones of me.  Scratch that.  Must end on a high note after somewhat sad post.  Ice cream sandis for everyone!