Tuesday, February 25, 2014
On Monday, I had food poisoning and slept for 20 hours. You can read more about the glorious details of my illness over on the Gradient blog, but all you really need to know is that I woke up yesterday feeling alllllmost back to normal, which was awesome.
I used to read Vogue and eye-roll so hard every time some model-turned-art collector was like “Oh, my moisturiser is life changing, you know?”– Yeah, whatever lady. But for real, this shiz is the shiiiiiz. Since moving to the UK, my face has experienced various states of hydration (or lack thereof) and lustre, and this stuff is like smoothing silk directly onto my face. No, it’s like turning my face into silk. And I thought so even before I read the description saying that it’s “liquid silk for the skin”. Forget the fact that this bottle is more than my mortgage, I need it.
And drinking lots of tea. This book kept beckoning me to read it but I stood my ground and did not read it. Instead, I worked.
Another reason I decided to work from home yesterday is that I had a very busy night ahead of me. To prepare for this very busy night, I had to run a few errands. Here I am saying “See you in a few minutes, baby cat. I need to buy cat litter, cat food, and laundry detergent!” Sexiest shopping trip ever? I think so!
No, I wasn’t taking a fantastic mini vacation to somewhere tropical. Instead…
Edited to Note: I am so 1,000% my mother’s daughter. Compare this photo with my 14:00 photo. Go, do it. See anything similar? WE. DID. NOT. PLAN. THIS.
Anyway, we went to the Heathrow Radisson Blu and did what my family does best together: eat and drink.
Over appetisers and wine, they told me stories about the ministries they visited and are working with. Ministries that are helping orphans, protecting religious freedoms, and rescuing young girls and women from the sex trade.
Over dinner, they showed me photos and told me stories that made me laugh but also want to cry. It’s crazy to think that I live my life in various states of awesome when there are so many people living in unfathomably crap conditions (literally and figuratively) all over the world.
Over whiskey, we talked about how it’s encouraging (and inspiring) to know that there are people out there giving their lives to help save people in need whilst we sit in nice restaurants and moan about slow service.
Before we settled into our separate hotel rooms for the night, they gifted me this beautiful cashmere scarf from Kashmir. I shall wear it and think of them often.
And that was my lovely Tuesday. So fleeting, so sweet. xx