Apparently I am not the only one enjoying the somewhat pleasant start to this year. Curver told me people are starting to refer to it as two thousand and heaven rather than seven.
Personally, considering this is my blog all about lil ole meeeee, i have been sailing through. This weekend sees me actually having to work. For 3 hours anyway, playing tunes at a private gig. Much fun. But apart from that I have idle hands, and if i am honest an almost scarily high sex drive which means i have to KEEP DOING THINGS or i start twitching funny.
This has lead to me purchasing sets of oil pastels and pencils and a sketch book. I used to do a phenomenal amount of art in my younger days but haven't even tried in about 11 years. My first drawing is an owl, a stupidly coloured owl. Hérna:
Oh its no masterpiece or anything, not overly creative or expressive, but it did please me to know I can still kind of draw, albeit pointlessly. I think I will get better, and if not its fun anyway. I felt extraordinarily happy spending four or so hours sketching, doodling and generally covering my face and arms in oil pastel (mucky little buggers they are). This is the level of entertainment I needed this week.
But last night I went to the most well known music critic's birthday bash he held at Nasa. Free booze (ouch my head) and he asked about 15 Icelandic acts to collaborate on one song one-offs. It was strange yet enjoyable and I had a great time. Bands of all genres played; Mínus, Johnny Sexual, Ghostigital, Ham, Amina and many many others. A very interesting way to celebrate being older.
I don't have time to go into detail at the moment as I have to rush home and get myself dressed up as I am off in an hour to the Icelandic Music Awards... more free booze and pretty boys... shame.
Ah the snow is gone. This is the first day of snow free pavements and the difference to daylight is notable. So is the change in temperature. It had been freezing but I didn't care, the days have been bright with the sun reflecting off the snow and the crisp air makes sure you're fully awake - something I very much needed.
Its amazing how quickly the day disappears when you dont get out of bed before 1pm. I know, i know, that sounds incredibly lazy. It is a bit I guess but allow me some leeway here folks, I spend at least 4 hours a day on meetings, writing, job discussions, legal stuff and i have more or less had a monday to friday job for over 11 years already. ELEVEN. I feel only a little over adolescence if I am completely honest so when I try and actually imagine working for that long its a bit weird.
I assigned myself January as recovery month anyway after the end of 2006 and am catching up on sleep, eating properly and taking good and sweet care of myself. Sveinbjörg picked me up from Begga's last night and said "I always feel like saying damn you look good when I see you these days. Then i remember you're not working and have the time".
True I do, and I am making the most of it. It makes a difference to have one's nails painted always and enjoy a face pack whenever i want to. I am not really a high maintenance beauty girl but have been cherishing the chance of feeling a bit more princessy than normal. As part of this I wanted to go and buy myself some new lingerie with my dj money.
Lingerie, not just underwear. The last nice Agent Provocateur sets I bought are almost a year old and nothing makes a girl feel more like a vixen than proper undies. This lead me to have my first serious grrr Iceland tantrum yesterday. A stand still and shout out loud 'fuck this fucking country' moment.
As far as I have been able to discover there are NO DECENT LINGERIE SHOPS here. Seeeeeriously. I spent hours and hours trawling through malls, my least favourite places on earth I hasten to add. Never come shopping with me in malls. I turn into a complete psycho. Maybe its the brainless morons drifting down aisles with pushchairs and stopping in awkward places, or maybe its the smell of unpleasant food and the sound of children screaming. no. NO. not for me.
It is vaguely rewarding however to go into these war zones if you come out with what you wanted. But it appears the women of iceland are only allowed tacky man made fabric wrong as far as underwear goes. At one point I walked into one of the few lingerie shops and after looking at every single item with dissatisfaction marched up to counter and spat "Are there ANY frikking shops in this goddamn country for girls who's tits dont necessitate underwired bras without looking like a fucking pregnant grandma hmmmn?". The poor girl had to answer me with a somewhat timid 'no' wherein i stormed out, puce in the face.
There seems to be the following problems with iceland's supply of lingerie:
1. I do not want underwired bras. My tits, as you may have noticed considering how much i flash them about, do not require hardcore support. They have quite a perky lift to themselves thusly for daily wear i like wirefree bras, comfort. 2. The only wirefree bras here are either training bras (too small) or old granny bras (i want plain or sexy please) or sports bras (i like to feel my tits move at least a little when i run down stairs) 3. Man made fabric. oki ladies, i know they call them 'lace' knickers, but they are essentially nylon and other fibre mixes which cause yeast infections and sweaty hoochycoochy. I want high quality lingerie, with cotton, silk, true lace. I would like to go out for an evening and not feel like I have a polythene bag on my crotch. 4. Generally, although there are some outside of this, the styles are either tacky whore or cutesy girlie. These have a place of course, if they weren't made of nylon, but what about classic elegant underwear for fucks sake?
For this, I miss london. Well I miss anywhere. even my cruddy home town has at least 2 discreet and wonderful lingerie boutiques. For you to know what i mean by decent lingerie, here is a link to my favourite supplier Agent Provocateur.
Not cheap admitedly, but this stuff makes you feel like a woman. a princess. a vixen and you will love it forever. le sigh.
On the plus side of my mall attack I did buy the BIGGEST PANTS KNOWN TO MAN. they are amazing and resemble these.... perfect for under tight jumpsuits etc where no visible panty line is required. hoorah.
And stepped a little outside of my not spending money on clothes and purchased this snazzy number for just under 2,000isk. Bargain.
Aside from pampering myself I did get into the snow with full gusto. On the day of the Clothes Swap round at my gaff I made a snowman. Fair enough it did resemble a giant snow boob at one point during the making but it was hard to make with dry powder. I did persevere even overcoming Maggi's feline attempts to distract me.
The Clothes Swap itself was ace. I have never seen so many clothes in my flat at any one time. There were only 7 or 8 of us, yet my lounge looked like a landfill. I think everyone went away with some old-new stuff fairly satisfied. My favourites were a Heffner-style leopard print dressing gown which used to be Margarét's grandmother's and an amazing hat that Hulda parted with (as seen in disturbing photo below. blame the coolaid sugar rush).
Apart from that, I have mostly been out for dinner. Such a hard life this January. pfft. I met up with the other Ex-Hexs to enjoy a curry in Shalimar (loooooooooovely food. lovely.) and catch up on what we individually had been doing and to marvel once again at the retarded nature of the situation.
Hex reformed. Before new year in fact. They simply purchased the bankrupt company from the liquidator for around 8 million isk, registered a new kennitala and have coughed over any questions from clients it seems. To us, the old staff, especially the tech guys who built the software that the new Hexia company are using to make money, this seems a touch ridiculous.
They have the same old premises, and are running a business whilst we are all sat waiting for red tape to be sifted through so we can actually get the money we are owed. Icelandic business law is a fuck up for this in my view. I am considering doing some research into this little loophole just from pure interest whilst I don't have a job to see what the deal is.
A few days later the lovely chaps at Iceland Express took us, the blog team, out for dinner. This was a happy new year come happy birthday Valgeir come happy christmas dinner at La Primavera. My my my, that is a nice resturant. Nei, the resturant is fine, not astounding, but the food was wonderful.
If anyone would care to take me there after buying me new Agent Provocateur underwear, don't hasten to ask.....
AAAAAARRRGGGHHEEEEEEEPPPPPP! i am sat in Prikið listening to the Cure and grinning my face off. it is snowing, as in S:N:O:W:I:N:G. and its great. I have been thinking of late that even though winter certainly isn´t over, the daylight hours are gradually becoming longer from hereonin and excusing the general life rubbish December confronted me with, I have to say there´s only been one or two days when I have cursed the weather.
When i returned to London for christmas season I was absolutely frozen all the time, even though the temperature was higher than it had been here, the fog and damp made me feel it in my bones. On top of that, us brits do not, i repeat NOT know how to insulate or heat our homes properly. Unless you get a brand new one with all the energy efficiency hoo ha that is.
Every place i stayed in, which was a good number over the visit, i felt bitterly cold and for the first time understood why my old swedish friend Sandra used to complain about how cold she was in winter. Its different here.
The wind can be a complete total and utter bizzatch and the rain which sweeps sideways and gets in every nook and cranny is very unpleasant, but the cold itself it drier and more easily shed when you step indoors.
The fact that houses are heated by cheap naturally bountiful energy sources straight out of the ground means that i don´t worry about the heating. A refreshing change from London. It is quite common for people to open windows if they are too warm, rather than turn the heating down. I have, basically, never been so snug in my life.
I really wished I had my cable to directly import photos of the weather outside here núna but i don´t so you will have to wait. But i love it. yes indeedy I do.
UPDATE:
well after writing this, lilja svenni and i popped to hotel þingholt's opening at 5 where Esja Krummi and Daníel Águst's new band played. there was free booze and this lead to a void in judgement which lead to the purchase of 3 bottles of champagne in Sirkus.
I just uploaded my photos thinking there were just some scenic snow shots but it appears we got a little more snow friendly than i remembered.....
and today i wake up and theres even more...wooop!
Sunday, January 07, 2007
I have to say, although I have no wish to jinx things, 2007 seems to be unfolding rather nicely. On Friday I got up and went to the hot tubs in what can only be described as perfect weather for it. Fresh, bright weird daylight and absilutely no wind whatsoever. I stayed there longer than I have before and possibly longer than was good for me as I resembled a bit of a prune when I got out.
The evening was spent with the wonderous ladies that are Svenni and Björg along with Júlia back from the states and Vera back from France. Downtown did not exactly provide the party we were hoping for but regardless it turned out to be a successful night followed by a super wonderous day yesterday.
A more than pleasant morning, a trukkur with gaui, a hangover which was comprehensive yet comforting, a bloody mary, a new mix cd, a decidedly obscenely vulgar, yet made for me new vintage dress at knockdown price, a meeting regarding a new rather whizzy (as mumsy would say) job, a request for another private cashmoney gig in early february, an amazing firework display which in all honesty even topped new years, oh yes, and snow - which i do totally love when i have my snow boots on as they go 'crunch crunch crunch' and i like that.
The evening Gaui and I tried to clear our hangovers, we ate relatively posh Italian food whilst being (quietly) very unposh, tried going for coffee and visited the new bistrostyle bar that is Boston.
We also met up with dearest Pierre who came to Nasa and took photos for us, take a peek, it makes me almost wee in my pants at the thought of a repeat performance. If you want to stay up to date with what we are doing and where... add us HERE on myspace as this is the first point of information.
