Restaurant Critic

I’ve seen movies about high-end restaurants being reviewed by influential people and the fuss and the fury that results. However, most of us don’t eat at Michelin reviewed restaurants, at least not every day.

While traveling I made the decision to leave my jewelry at home, remove my gel nails and forgo makeup. This decision was made because I wanted to stay in hostels and hike. Hostels explain the jewelry. If you have no place to secure your things it is not wise to take anything valuable

Hiking and long nails just don’t work. You are too likely to tear one of them and that is just not ok. Make-up is extra weight in your pack and again is not consistent with hiking. I know there are now some high quality products that won’t come off while you sweat, but I still like to be able to wipe my face and it just isn’t worth it, for me.

All of this to say that I am, for the first time, experiencing what it is like to go into a restaurant with no obvious external indication that I have money. Also, in Italy, I don’t speak the language, so they are more likely to go on appearances.

To say my treatment has been atrocious might be an over statement, but it is a noticeable difference. It may not be what I described above at all. It may be any single female out alone in Italy, but I don’t know for sure.

What we need is a single female going into average restaurants and reviewing how they are treated, and of course the food. That review would serve more people more often.


Bogota Blackberry

Despite my post, I didn’t take a photo of my nails. This is definitely not Bogotá blackberry, but it is the best that I have. Just got a glimpse of my perfectly manicured nails. I mean that in a good way. It is my favourite all time colour.

Similar to “I’m not actually a waitress” or something similar. This is a slight purple shade darker.

Bogota blackberry I believe. One of the girls took a bottle, unless it turns up. They would’ve known I had another on hand.

The beauty, familiarity and glamour of it brought me out of a dark thought.


I miss my nails

One of the travails that I’ve been through is applying stone to a wall, up beside my staircase. Needless to say, it is not the sort of thing you can do with fake nails on.

The wall was symbolic somehow of where I am in my life. I knew I would be bored all winter, with the pool closed and I felt I needed a decorating process.

Every wall, that’s been painted, in this entire five bedroom house has been painted by me. Now, I admit I hired a guy to do the deck one year. But other than that…

As my girls were launched I found most of that work was already done. The one bathroom is a wreck, but it’s not convenient to do it now.

So I wanted something major. This wall can been seen from almost every room on the main floor. It is the main upstairs wall. The other side of the hallway is open to the kitchen. I got a visual idea and started to see if I could find the right products. From that point on, I never knew for sure when I would want to get started, so I couldn’t get my nails done. There were awful at Christmas.

And yes. The project turned out to be way more work and therefore took way more time to complete. I still have finishing touches and the walls to repair.

But, I miss my nails. I think I can get the rest of the stone up even with fake nails. I may have to work right before a manicure. But I won’t be lifting 10 lb chunks of stone. Or not much more anyway.
So I’m going to get my nails done.


Balcony Sitting

Just chilling on my balcony, as I do, at the front of my house. Mint house coat, plaid nightie and perfect dark purple nails.

Vaping may simply miss the point and who knows how dangerous it is, yet?

Vaping may simply miss the point and who knows how dangerous it is, yet?

I took my dress right into the nail place. I know I don’t remember in colour and certainly not in enough detail to match a nail polish. Anyone there began to wonder what was going on. I was so worried that I’d forget the her, that I kept taking her out so Max could look after her. The dress that is, into my car.

But I picked out polish and I’d wanted a gel. Kim took care of it and found a matching gel, but not before I picked a pink that matched from all those plastic nails. I felt a little panic.IMG_7210 I had gone into the salon early to give me time to pick a colour and then I picked it from the wrong selection. So, I knew the pink would work and just went with it.

But I digress, just chilling as I do, having a smoke and enjoying the activity in my neighbourhood. The nails look great with my phone as well. But alas, no way to take a photo.

Ran into Station, I think I’ll call him that. He was eager. I told him my daughter’s wedding was tomorrow. In actuality, just the out of town stuff starts tomorrow.



I did discover that I couldn’t put nail polish on in direct sunlight, but let’s flip that over. On a hot sunny day, I could apply it inside and then expose it to the sun.

In one minute it would be hard as nails and I wouldn’t have to worry about smudging it. So now for the hard part. Who’s kidding whom? I’ve gotta go with silver. It is light and bright for summer, looks great next to the railing of my deck and suits my mood.

I fell in love with this when  Christine Baranski, as Diane Lockhart, from the Good Wife started wearing it. She has such great style. A woman’s woman for sure!

We all love a powerful, intelligent woman that finds an equal, opposite boy toy. I hope that pair becomes a spin off drama just so we can indulge in the fantasy of a love that transcends politics, beliefs and appearances.



As I mentioned, I’m trying the free Hootsuite Pro Program for 90 days. One of the things it has suggested I do is be on Pinterest. Not directly, but by identifying an audience. The main users of Pinterest are women. Last time I checked…IMG_6793

After a day or two, a realization cropped up. Many of my posts are centred around photographs already and it would be a new experience posting to that sort of site. So I’ll probably get around to doing that in the next little while. I’ll let you know.

I learned something new about nail polish the other day. It is best not to try to apply it in direct sun. It wasn’t even that hot, a 70 degree day, but the sun dried it so fast it was difficult to get on evenly. The manicure is OK. Good enough for sitting at home writing at the very least. I do enjoy seeing a splash of pink when I look at my hands.



I can see the new flowers from where I’m sitting, right now, at my desk. There is a splash of red, pink, peach and yellow. They are all bright. The assortment doesn’t “match” in a way I like the colours to accent each other, but I bought every colour they had so I didn’t have to leave one there.

IMGP7390I need some work done out front and I pay for it about every three years. Annually would be like getting my nails done every two weeks. Who has the time? Anywhen, I am getting the yard done. I didn’t go back to the original company because I’m too embarrassed that I let it go this far. Even though the owner is a cutie.

Speaking of nails, I gotta get that done. I’m not sure when. They are about the right length now, so they’ll be perfect for a couple of weeks. They last longer than that, but they usually don’t hold up to nail polish then. That’s what we need, a nail polish that acts as “fill” to extend our gel manicures.

So, I was examining what part of me cried when I thought about losing my fat. Then, I thought about Russell and it occurred to me that how I see him as a fat man reflects on my biases towards fat people and that must include me. Hypocrisy. Not a characteristic you want to find in yourself, but there it is.

I’m trying to reread this to catch my train of thought and Sophie is barking again. My god. I’ve had enough of this. She woke me from my nap, twice, as well. I look forward to my naps.