Hahaa! Here I am again posting about the Jimmy Choo for H&M launch :)
I just realised that I forgot a couple of things from my 'Jimmy Choo for H&M' -wish list, so I just have to post those missing things :)
Pictures are form the H&M website.
It's a bit early, but I've already been asked what I would like to have for christmas a few times. I had no idea, so I tried to give it some thought. I could just play Eartha Kitt - Santa Baby and let you have your pick of any of the things she names, but I suspect it wouldn't result in too many "checks, signed your x on the line", since the majority of my exes are dickwads. Broke dickwads. Merry christmas to them!
Anyhoo.
I came up with a few more or less possible things, and just for the hell of it I'm going to post them here. I suspect Santa reads my blog.
I'm a full-on bibliophile. This has sadly resulted in people not buying me books because they usually have to return them because I've already read them and/or already own them. Still, I wish for books. If you wanna venture down this alley, let me help you out. I love everything where people die. I like to laugh and I love classics. I own everything Sidney Sheldon and Karin Slaughter have ever written, I have all the books by Puzo, Adams and Thomas Harris. I've also read a lot of Pattersons eventhough I'm not particularly fond of his style. From writers a little closer to home I've loved Åsa Larsson and read them all, and our Sven Hassel-collection is complete. That should narrow it down a bit, but if you need more specifics, let me suggest this one or anything (except The Follower, which I just read. Awesome) by him.
Shepherd slippers. My enormous feet are always cold, and I actually got a pair of slippers last year. I won't bore you with the details but they sort of melted, so I need new ones.
A tattoo (Hi Mom!). I know this is sort of impossible since they have this stupid rule about not tattooing pregnant people. Which might be just as good because lately my third trimester hormones have been telling me I would look seriously cute with a yakuza-style back-tattoo.
Mini Art Feelings. I found this on Etsy, and I already have Tough and Special. I think all of the mini statues are brilliant and am head over heels in love with all of them.
Movies. It's no secret that our movie collection is about as epic as the size of my butt, so it is nearly impossible to find a movie that Sami doesn't already own. Our taste in movies is somewhat different, though, because I have a policy of not watching finnish movies (because they always suck donkeyballs) and I'm not a big fan of war movies (with the exception of WWII-movies/documentaries) because I think there's enough war going as it is. Movies we don't have and that I'd like to see in the near future are (among others) this one, this one, this one, and that one. I know, I know, you're going "Woot? The last one has to suck!", but if the main plot in a movie is that Jason Statham has to recharge his heart, I suspect he is going to spend a good portion of the movie shirtless. 'Nuff said.
And finally, for when I can have more then half a glass of wine, I'd like to wish for one or two bottles of really good red wine.
And a backrub.
So there. What are you guys wishing for?
Since the husband came home, the home has become a puzzle. Things are happening and we're getting there, but everything is moving forward at a piece-by-piece rate. The walk-in closet finally has shelves and stuff, stuff is off the floor and in the shelves and it is so absolutely gorgeous that I might have to commit polygamy and marry it. Mini's room sort of painted itself with the assistance of Husband, and while I was at work the cellar magically became organized.
The piece-by-piece rate means that now that we have gotten shelves in the closet, the stuff off of the floor in Mini's room and into the closet, the room painted, the cellar organized and some of The Largest Collection Of Useless Stuff In The Known Universe into the cellar, we have room in the corners to buy more shelves. To store more stuff in. Isn't life grand?
Quite obviously, Sami has been doing pretty much everything since he came home. I have been helpful, though. I've hammered a few hooks on the walls with my pink hammer, and that resulted in a few very crooked paintings. Which he straightened out without a single peep of judgement because it was just one of those days and I needed to get to hammer somethign and the very expensive walls were right there in front of me, just begging for it. I've walked around very matter-of-factly with my pink screwdriver and tightened a few screws he inserted. Because I'm that strong. I've emptied boxes at the speed of a sock per day and in general been so amazingly help- and useful that I bet he is counting his lucky stars he married me.
But the one thing I have contributed with, is lamps. Because hello, my name is Jenni and I'm a lampoholic. I am responsible for the Felt Shade by Tom Dixon in the hallway. I took down the Garland Lights by Tord Boontje and replaced them with 3 Midsummer Lights. Sami had an impact on why we bought The Icarus Light I installed in the nursery. An impact I like to call "Do we have to have those damn flower lamps in all the rooms?".
I love lamps almost as much as I love stiletto heels. I could spend a fortune on them. I could easily live in Tord Boontje's studio. This is my very First World addiction. And as long as there are empty sockets to fill, I couldn't care less that the fabric store called again and told us that our curtains will be delayed for at least 2 more weeks because everyone in there has influenza. And if anyone knows where a Finn can buy Alessi's Beba Night Light, let me know. Because I neeeeeeeed it.
As probably all of you know the Jimmy Choo for H&M will be launched this week. On Saturday to be precise. Bellow you can find a quote from H&M's website regarding the launch:
"H&M is launching Jimmy Choo for H&M on November 14th. Since the collection is in very high demand, we’re expecting a crowd.
WHAT DO I DO IF I ARRIVE BEFORE OPENING HOURS?
If there is a line, please wait in line and H&M store staff will
inform you about how to shop.
HOW DOES THE QUEUING SYSTEM WORK?
The first 160 people in line will receive a bracelet; on the bracelet you will be given a specific time for shopping in our designated area. The bracelets are only needed for the women’s shoes, bags and accessories. Customers shopping the men’s collection or the women’s garments will not require a bracelet.
When your time has come, we will let you into the designated area to shop. Our goal is to create a better shopping experience for
all of our customers.
If you are not one of the 160 first in line, you will of course have the opportunity to shop from the rest of the collection or within H&M. After about two hours we will also open up the designated area for all of our customers.
To make sure as many customers as possible are able to buy from the Jimmy Choo for H&M collection, we have a limitation. Every customer can buy the whole collection but with a limitation of buying maximum one per product, i.e. not more than one size (shoes/garments) or piece (accessories) per product per customer. The limitation covers the whole Jimmy Choo for H&M Collection. Your place in line does not guarantee any items from the Jimmy Choo for H&M collection.
WHICH STORE WILL HAVE THE ITEMS I’M LOOKING FOR?
Please see the full collection under “Collection Overview” in the navigation below. Each item will have a “Find a store” button that will reveal where you can find that specific item."
In a way, I can see the point with this queuing system, but still I think it sucks. Gladly I don't have to be an early bird on Saturday morning and stand in the queue, as I got an invitation to the VIP-launch of the collection. And that VIP-launch is on Friday night.
The invitation is for me and an avec, and as my avec I chose my best friend Jenni. I'm so looking forward to Friday night and the opportunity to shop Jimmy Choo for H&M shoes and accessories before those who didn't get an invitation to this VIP-launch.
There is a slight chance that I will write about this VIP-launch a couple of times still befor the actual event, but I hope you bare with me. I'm just so excited about the whole thing!
Here are some of my favourites from the collection.
Photos from the above pictures are from H&M's website.
...for at least few days.
It began snowing for real on Thursday and it snowed until yesterday evening. We have a little less than 10 cm of snow now and I am so happy, 'cause it is now so much lighter as the snow on the ground takes away little of the darkness that has been around lately.
Yesterday was nice, as it was just below zero degrees Celsius, which equals no wet snow. Today is a bit different; its about +2 degrees Celsius and the snow is wet...and heavy. I found this out while trying to do some paths around my parents house in order for the dogs to have it a bit more easier to run around. The garden at my parents house isn't small, it's huge so it took me a good 2 hours to get the work done. To have the paths and the drive way clear from snow. And I did all by hand. Well, OK, I had a snow pusher...but you know what I mean.
My dad has a snow blower as well, but surprise surprise, I can't use that bloody thing. So I had no other choice than to do all the work the hard way. And man was I exhausted after all the work was done...I think I've done my exercises for the next couple of weeks in advance today...that is at least how I feel at the moment.
I think I have now earned some hot chocolate with whipped cream on top, don't you think?
Lately, people have been coming up to me to tell me I look a lot less pregnant than my 7 months. They tell me that my stomach is really tiny and that I don't look at all pregnant if it wasn't for that little bump.
Seems like everyone else is having a particularly bad week. Everyone but me. It's only wednesday and I have upset more people than I care to remember, and for once I haven't even tried. Seeing as I personally have had about the best week in I don't know how many years, I've not intentionally been mean or disrespectful to anyone else so far.
And yet, this week alone I've managed to seriously upset and/or anger people because: I wore high heels, didn't wear high heels, raised prices on contracts, refused to discuss whether or not I am going to take/have taken the H1N1-vaccine offered to pregnant women by the government, didn't go to lunch at the time someone else thought I would, answered text messages, didn't answer text messages, ordered a pram, went aquajogging, was too slow replying to an e-mail, talked on the phone, didn't talk on the phone and finally because I translated a contract from finnish to english upon request.
Looking at that list I still don't know who is walking around getting all those people's panties in a bunch, and what on that list justified several people calling me a bitch, awful, stupid, ignorant, inconsiderate, tactless or simply not replying to me at all.
I haven't had the energy or interest to be particularly offended by any of the above, but what the hell is going on? Is it really me and do I need shut down my computer, lock myself inside my house, turn off my phone and only emerge when the kid is going to be born?
On the other hand I've also once been called a good listener and a nice person this week. That came from the only person I would've understood being angry at the world because his prostate cancer decided to make a comeback.
I don't always understand people. Wish I would.
Because it was monday yesterday, I had an appointment with one of my dentists. Since I can't get enough pain as it is, I also had another appointment today, with the jaw surgeon. And an x-ray.
Mondays appointment was all about the mouth piece I rarely always sleep with. It dislocates my jaw, but in a non-painful manner so I hadn't thought much about it. While I was explaining the problem to my regular dentist, a professor who looked like a kiwifruit with eyes materialized from somewhere, and stated in a matter of fact voice:
"No wonder! it's completely fucked up."
I like him. Turned out it was done correctly, the problam is just that the same does not apply for my face. Anyway, he had the authority to give my regular dentist a helluva lecture while he was simultaneously fixing the mouth piece. I have to say that was a show I would gladly have bought tickets for if I wouldn't have been able to see it for free. From the first, plastic-covered row.
In fact, I was so wildly amused by this dental can of whoopass handed to another human being, I think I might have agreed to be part of some study. Professor Kiwifruit thought my 9 years of constant pain that nearly drove me to insanity and/or alcoholism was "rare and indeed fascinating". Let's face it: I am, aren't I?
Tuesday morning started with an x-ray, where a young nurse politely asked me if there was any chance of me being pregnant. I told her that I sure as hell hope I am, because otherwise I may have a slight problem in the lower region of my body. That was the first time she turned her eyes down to my stomach. "Oh."
Oh indeed.
Next up: Superdoc.
He was very delighted to see me, and even more delighted to see me pregnant. One of the biggest reasons we pushed to get me operated a year ago was that it is relatively impossible to consider pregnancy if the girl in the relationship is on teratogenic painkillers.
The x-ray they took a year ago was blurry, and my jawbone so eroded and jagged that they had a hard time seeing where it met the base of my skull. The x-ray today showed that as a result of the operation, the bone had smoothed down and it was clearly visible. Furthermore, for some odd reason there seems to be a layer of scar tissue directly on the jawbone which in turn makes it stronger, more durable and more mobile. The erosion that started 3 years ago and was slowly chewing my jaw in half has stopped. Just like that.
And just like that the right side of my jaw is not only allright, it is better than it has been before. If I'm at all lucky, there's a minimal chance I might get by a really long time with my original face and I could avoid the prosthesis.
Just like that.
After almost a goddamned decade I am released back into the wild, and I cannot believe it. Painless, cured, free and pregnant and if it wasn't for that last thing I'd also celebrate myself completely and utterly shitfaced. For now I'll settle for carrots.
If you could only drink one beverage for the rest of your life (not including water), which one would you choose?
Dark rum. Goes without saying that the rest of my life wouldn't be awfully long, would it?
