Welcome Back Sarah...

We would like to welcome back Miss Sarah... finally she's hit the Aussie shores again, just in time for tanning and partying season.

























So glad to have you back...oxo B & L

Life is a Bitch

Lisa and I have the most special relationship with our Grandpa. He is the loudest man in the world and for those who know us; you will also know that we have inherited this trait from him. His love of hats and food has also been passed along the bloodline. He is such a warm, funny and strangely John Howard looking man and we adore him dearly.

Earlier this week, we were informed after a biopsy that all was not well. Needless to say, we are heartbroken. How could it be, that such a gentle soul could be cursed with such dark and scary disease?

Thanks to many family connections, and the early detection, he will be operated on very soon and will be given VIP treatment all the way. It is in times like this where the human spirit can rally and pull you through and family means so much more than you ever realised. Get well soon Grandpa.

Lots of love, L+B

Ghost Town

You know those people you secretly hope you would run into again one day and then you replay the conversation you would have with them over and over in your head? I had one of those people. A ghost from the past who haunted me for years, who I had imaginary conversations with for months.

In the past two and a half weeks I have managed to bump into this ghost 3 times! The first time was a chance meeting on Pitt Street; he doesn’t even work in city…why on earth you were there around lunch time? The conversation did not go the way I had anticipated. Instead, he was so nervous; I thought he was going to rub his hands right off. It probably didn’t help that my sister was dishing him her famous “don’t even think about it mother trucker” stares.

The second time was at Broadway shopping centre. After a grueling grocery shop, Lisa and I decided to reward ourselves with a mindless movie, so we headed to the cinemas. Of course, my ghost happened to be there too! At this stage, I was starting to think this ghost was real…Auto pilot kicked in, I turned on my heels and ran as fast as my 3.5 inches would let me. I don’t know why I ran…it was silly now I think of it. Of course shortly after my diva-esque antics, I received a message from the ghost questioning whether my abrupt exit was a little melodramatic.

Third time lucky was last Thursday. This one is considered lucky because I didn’t directly see him. My ladies and I were hanging out on a particularly sexy Sydney night at the noodle markets. You know those nights where all the beautiful people have assembled, the night is balmy and the air is rich with possibility and excitement? Well, I was having one of those nights and nothing was going to change my mood. As we walked through Hyde park someone dared me to do the running man in the middle of those big chess boards, in return for dinner. Before I even had a chance to consider, Lisa grabbed me by the arm and swiftly lead me through the crowd. It appears that the ghost was sitting on the edge of the chess board…what are the chances? Thankfully, Lisa dished up another serving of “don’t even think about it mother trucker”.

Why is it that my ghost keeps reappearing? Do we have unresolved issues? Is Sydney just too small? What ever it is, I hope I can play nice next time, because at the rate things are going, it may be just be tomorrow.

Newy Escape

The long weekend saw Lisa, Katina and I drag our sorry sad souls out from the Cross to begin our 3 hour drive to Newcastle at 10pm. True to form, the trip was dotted with boy bashing, karaoke and a random breath test, this time the female police officer made a note to tell us that we all smelt very pretty and beachy…ok then.

We arrived at Newy around 1am and sat up till 4am singing “I’m too sexy” in the Borat, Shakira and an angry Bosnian accent. Who says you need alcohol to have fun? Just pass me the mic…!

Our plan to tan was rudely interrupted by Mother Nature…the wind came with vengeance and the clouds also decided to make a cameo. This provided us with the perfect opportunity to discover this quant and unassuming little city. We were very impressed with Newy’s offering of modern and streamline housing architecture. We also discovered a cluster of fabulous little boutiques in Darby Street (Sydney’s Paddington equivalent). Here the ladies shopped up a storm, Kat splurged out on Sass and Bide and a sexy camisole, Lisa and I both continued out love affair with dresses and bought an additional dress each. Our little shopping expedition was also interrupted with a sporadic sun shower, we quickly ducked into a deli for an organic and extremely tasty coffee, “yum!”

Later on that night we were due to make an appearance at the Trash Brunette’s performance at a venue called the Lucky Country. We were bombarded with horror stories and words of warning as we told our Newy friends of our plans for Saturday night. Luckily I came down with the second migraine of my life and Katina was subjected to some sickly antics herself. Sadly, we settled for a DVD and Thai food from a newly launched restaurant called Siam.

Sunday morning rolled around as we packed the car to head back to the big smoke. Just as I was approaching the high way I was nearing 120km/h, I noticed a blue object ahead in the road. “Plastic bag” we all thought…a little closer to the object, I realized it was no plastic bag at all, at this stage it was too late to stop and with cars on either side of me I drove over the foreign blue object. Immediately, an awful sound rang from underneath the car. I pulled over to the side of the road as Lisa, Katina and I emerged from the car, a little shaken to say the least. We spent 7 minutes, all of our forces combined, tugging at this plastic object. We were subjected to numerous beepings and unmentionable propositions, as we finally yanked the blue object out from underneath the car, to our shock horror; we realized it was in fact a baby’s potty chair…ewwee!

Although our stay in Newcastle was short, sickly and sunless, it was also sweet. It must however be said, there is no place like home.

The potty

Lisa + Betty’s Birthday Sips@Vanilla Room

T’was a miserable, wet and windy night. The sexy and the fashionable who very un / fortunate enough to be pressured to come to our birthday drinks arrived in a little bar in Leichhardt called Vanilla Room. True to form, we arrived half an hour late to our own party; luckily the fashionably prompt kept the seats warm for us!

We want to thank you all those who braved the hair ruining weather to join us for a drink or two. You all looked so gorgeous and so very sexy…gee we have some good looking friends, if we do say so ourselves.

Stay tuned for a little ‘Welcome to Summer” party we will be throwing soon.

oxox

B+L
More photos from the fab bash.

Birthday Lamies

Hi All,

We just wanted to thank all the well wishes and birthday greetings!
We have had a fab few days, full of food, drink and merriment.

For those coming on Saturday...see you all soon.

oxox
L+B

Miss Aguilera

Some of you may squirm, others may roll their eyes and rest will be wide eyed in awe.

Yes Ladies and Gentleman, Lisa and I have found ourselves a new temporary style icon. (Please note Nicole Ritchie is, always and forever will be fashionista numero uno) Miss Aguilera’s homage to all things forties and sailor-like has earned her the temporary hot and highly coveted position. Given her platinum blond hair is probably damaged beyond repair, notice how it is always finger waved to absolute perfection. Her waist cinching, cherry lipped, pencil skirt wearing motif has swept Lisa and I into a fashion frenzy. In a deeply spiritual moment, my working wardrobe has been transformed into a semi- Aguilera-like style. Now I just need to get the impossibly tiny waist, along side the arguably fake set of…ahem, lungs and who could forget the mammoth voice.

An honerable mention must be made to Dita Von Teese

Farewell Again, Sarah…

After a two week whirl wind, our good friend and surrogate sister will bid us farewell and head back to Israel. We fight back tears, both happy and sad ones as we write this. When we recall the fabulous, laughter and food filled times we have spent together over the past two weeks, we smile in the realization that true friendship transcends distance and grows stronger with time.

So Sarah, although your stay has been short, it has been oh so sweet. We bid you farewell for the second heart breaking time. (How can our little hearts handle this?) We wish you all the very best in everything you do, may fortune and god’s grace always be on your side.

Lots of love
b+l

Christmas in July (with the Westies)

In addition to Emily's Christmas in July post, here are some photos of the overly indulgent, gift giving night.

Good Bye Strange Temp…

For the financers and bankers amongst us, you may well be aware that we have just completed yet another end of financial year. In the rushed race to balance, rec and hedge positions, I hired a temp to assist with filing and scanning documents. I could feel in it my waters, that something wasn’t quite right with her…my instincts proved spot on as a couple of month passed; her antics became stranger and stranger.

At first, it was the fact that her pants were pulled sky high, I used to cringe as she walked by, sporting a permanent wedgie for all to see. This was closely followed by the fact that she would work with surgical gloves on both hands and every finger would also be capped off by rubber thimbles. Not a good look for work ladies.

Her eccentric antics further proved my theory that this temp was indeed, “special”. We would arrive at our desks together every morning and like clockwork, she would excuse herself and then disappear for about 20-30 minutes. Upon returning, she had a freezer bag filled with goodies from the kitchen. Such goodies consisted of a packet of biscuits, a loaf of Noble Rise grained bread (I noticed she had a thing for the grained bread), a small sample of fruits and who could forget 2 liters of full cream milk, in which she would proceed to consume in one huge gulp.

I have been on annual leave the past week and coincidently it was also her last week with the Bank. I meet up with some work peeps for a leaving do at the Arthouse on Friday and was greeted with a bundle of sly looks and giggles from my team. I couldn’t pretend to ignore the strangeness anymore and confronted a colleague of mine. She proceeded to tell me about a ‘goodbye’ email the temp had sent before she left. This is the cherry on top and fries on the side, it went a little something like the this:

“Hi All,

Thank you for everyone’s help and patience over the past couple of months…blah blah blah (other formalities)…

p.s Betty and Kenny (another team member), I really feel that you two belong together. Kenny is the only one who makes you laugh, Betty. And Kenny, since Betty’s been away, you haven’t been yourself; you just don’t seem to be as happy.”

Needless to say, I was a little mortified. To top it off, she sent it to a worldwide email address…for all to see! Who puts something like that in a leaving email!?!

Good bye strange Temp…