Try before you buy!

So, in april of this year i went skiing to canada with the fam. It was wooonnnderful!

whilst i was there i came upon a little arts studio, so on a blizzardy day when the runs were closed I decided, as a treat i would paint my very own teapot...
here it is...

and i do love it.. but i have got just one slight compaint..it doesnt pour. I literally havent been able to pour it without spillage even once... oh the disappointment.. so currently it lies demoted.. in the shadows of a much more precise breed
try before you buy! - moto for the day!

isn't she pretty!

Life is boring without photos.. so i thought i'd share with you my motivation to work hard!
one day, one day!!.....

Bleakonomics...

So, 4th year of degree, exams are approaching, final year, big stress, courseworked up to my eyeballs.....

and i still have no idea

1) why the hell i'm studying economics ?
2) what even is economics ?


seriously though ... all these sciene, engineering, english, art degrees, they teach you skills or you discover new things... economics.. im really not sure what the hell im learning. definitely nothing relevant to the real world thats for sure.

what is the point, i ask, of studying theories of how firms set wages, or how economies develop or how resources are allocated efficiently within society if, at the end of the day "in the real world it doesn't happen like that"

Well i'm sorry but id rather live in the "real world" and not worry about such irrelevant crap.

"money" doesnt even exist for gods sake...now thats a statement.

rant over... back to my black and white, Times New Roman, font sized 12, 2500 worded, justified margined, black and white boring arse of an essay.

count down until this no longer rules my life

25th June 2009 - MJ dies

the world will always rememeber the day Michael Jackson died, where they were, how they found out, who they were with, and how they felt.

I was in Madrid, with Sophie and Jade, drinking (reluctantly) a 2 euro bottle of sweet wine with fanta limon, when anna text me... (i rely on anna for such information) - it was a shocking and sad moment, the death of a world wide legend and one our generation will never forget. .. one to tell the kids.

He was planning to do a UK tour- there will be so many disappointed yet perhaps unsurprised people.

So, the night ended in Joy, Madrid's most lame and soul destroying club, later met by Katie who was late -due to said incident-(won't be using that excuse again kates.) MJ tributes from worlds worst DJ.

My reaction was to listen to MJ's greatest....may his musical genious be enjoyed forever ..RIP!

Hostess of the Mostess

haciendo turismo!

first the padres.. then the bezzzer.. then the neighbour... 3 weeks almost full of visitors.. inviting outsiders in to my little year abroad world showing them the way i've been living/surviving/working and playing since January in Madrid.

and whilst it was lovely to see everyone it has given me that taste of "company" that i'm now struggling to live without on their departures. Not having to make every decision myself and having someone else except myself to take care of for a while was so refreshing and even though i've got used to and quite enjoy the freedom of doing everything the way I want it done, it was a nice change.

i know when i go back in a few weeks life will be totally different living at home, conflicting attitudes in shared space. hell. but will anything have changed? really? people tell me that i have changed, but i cant see it but then you never do in yourself. To everyone at home I will be the "outsider" coming back into their lives and I'm not sure if i want to do that. I dont want a change in location to mean a change in me, rose that went away nearly a year ago is not going to be the same that comes back, its impossible. So how am i supposed to act going back into the same environment that I left? Obviously i never have truely left it, i'm always upto date with home and friends, but I havent been living it.



nonetheless i'm looking forward to going back and I hope thats not just for the novelty of catching up with people. Its time to concentrate on other areas now. New projects, new beginnings...direction...

does a duck bring you luck?

Photograph: Anna Teisen
little blighter.....


Luck.. why is luck such a bugger to contemplate. If i have bad luck... should I expect good luck to follow? or more bad luck? If someone has good luck...does the world function like the "mint card" adverts tell us and someone else somewhere else balances the good luck by receiving bad luck?

I think our analysis of our own luck is an entirely subjective reflection of our mood and our psyche. or looking at the other side of the coin..our mood/state will determine our actions and movements which can evolve into scenarios perceived to be Lucky or Unlucky. SO where is the source and how do we interpret good or bad luck. #
por ejemplo... a bird poo's on my head...(and yes it did... last friday...i was alone in the street on the way to the gym and upon the mortifying realisation, i had to take my gym towel out of my bag and wipe my head in the middle of La Latina's busy tourist hub..the shame!!) ..so this darn bird ... is this really a sign of good luck as we seem to uphold in england or should we accept that there really is no good that can come out of being chosen as a bird's load dropping target. Other than the 1 in a million chance that Gael Garcia Bernal should be passing and save me by offering his hankerchief (and his body).

I would like to think that we can be optimistic about most situations and see the good out of our circumstances. However I can't help feeling that the reason I had so much "bad luck" recently was so let someone else (dad) have some good luck!... call me insane!
I don't think there’s a luck distributor hiding in the trees in the forest wearing a big important hat or anything.. in fact I’m more toward the opinion that we bring the good and the bad upon ourselves.
I was given a book once about this way of thinking.. "the secret".. i never finished it though for the fear of taking it too seriously and ruling my life by listening to the thoughts in my head. As charlotte in sex and the city says.. if we listened to every voice in our head we'd go insane!...

I don't wish to come to any profound conclusion... its in fact rather irritating to think about after a while. +ve and -ve... would one exist without the other? or shall they continue to live and rise their heads together in oxymoronic harmony!?

Tea is liquid wisdom

Are you sitting comfortably? ... good!

I would like to think of this blog as rather a little tete-a-tete between me and readers, full of delightful whitterings, preferably you shall be accompanied by tea (sweet~milky~strong~green~red~pg~early grey~tetleys..what you will) in non other than a glorious bone china cup and saucer.."clatter clink"...(gold star for teapots) after all, as a japanese proverb tells us..."If man has no tea in him, he is incapable of understanding truth and beauty"

Ive been living abroad now for almost a year now, firstly in Argentina and currently in Madrid...I'm truely loving every moment of my adventure, but there are many people I miss.. so for all those moments i haven't been around to listen or to share the random thoughts that enter my head on the way to work, or on a long journey traveling across hill and dale... settle down with your rosie~lea!!!...

Find yourself a cup of tea; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things. ~Saki ..blog mission statement!!