Doing the detox

Have been detoxing for the past last...16 days. And have about 15 left to complete the detox month.
Now you may ask yourself why??? But w-h-y?
Well. I am not preggers (thank God or similar). And I am not succumbing to alcohol abuse. I am not suffering - yet - of liver disease.
Actually I just wanted to test myself and see if I was able to go from dusk at Riche to dawn at Spy without a single drink. And I could! Am very proud.

But I am also quite thirsty. And lately, going out has been kind of masochistic, watching people enjoy their drinks and get happysillypartycrazy.
Detox is supposed to cleanse you and make you more energized but I have to admit that I've been having some weird kind of hallucinations about tequila martinis and sparkling champagne. And the other day I felt hungover when waking up, even though I didn't have a single drop of booze. Weird. Very much so.

Whatever it is I am detox experiencing I am quite glad it will be over in a couple of weeks....

At the end of the world

I have not visited the country where I was born since '00. And here I am again, feeling the scent of the eucalyptus trees, the Pacific, the hallullas, the pisco sour and of the old places in Valparaiso.
Bliss.

It will most definitely n-o-t take six more years until my next trip.

Happy Holidays!!!

From Gonzalita to you all

Emperors new Betty

While watching episode three of Ugly Betty and really feeling sorry for the beyond ugly duckling with severe chola style, I got this thought - why do people never tell when something looks really bad on you? Or on anyone? I am really bad at doing this myself, so maybe I should zip it, but seriously - why???

On the other hand - what looks good or bad on anyone is relative and totally subjective. Everybody´s free to wear whatever, whenever, right? Or are we (me???) too brain washed by glossies and totally extreme make overs that anything that does not fit into a certain frame is naturally registered and labeled No-No?

I am totally guilty of all of the above. Am shallow, superficial and terrible person who probably would have taken Ugly Betty somewhere where the girl could be transformed from chola to cool-a. The tale about the emperors´new clothes is sooo underestimated. In the end, someone will always tell, the thing is - will you listen?

Sweet misery on repeat

I've never liked Lisa Miskovsky.
Until now, that is.
"Sweet Misery" from her latest album "Changes" is by far the coolest, prettiest bittersweet Cure-esque, pop tune around. Love it!

Today big hoorays goes to my fratellino who has now reached the milestone with the 3.0 sign and to his godmother, our very pretty auntie Ivana.

Alpha, Beta, Blogger.....

I might be the last blogger on this earth to move my blog to this...betablog thing.
Whatever, as long as it works, all is great.

Fall is turning to winter in a fast pace. Today was hell of a cold Sunday. Cold and grey. But lit up by softcool socializing with my dear and very talented colleague J at Dello's. I love Dello's. The latte is always perfect and the toasts are sheer perfection. Maybe I should move back to Knivsöder after all....after what, 12 years. A lot of stuff has happened to the place ever since.

Otherwise, soft day doing all the stuff I like to do Sundays; getting my clothes in order, my place, myself, listening to my constant Sunday soundtrack consisting of a John Legend/Alicia Keys playlist, talking on the phone and reading glossies and books I am reviewing.
Not that exciting, but most pleasing.

Thought about the highlight of the week and it must be rewarding myself with a nice piece of D&G-jewelry. Love D&G.

Hello winter

First day of November this year also equaled first day of winter. In kind of a chaotic way. As every year - no one is prepared for this and the traffic and all just go bezerk.
It took me quite a long time to get home from Tranan, where I met lovely J and T. After total partycraze this Monday I was not in the mood for heavy party and felt very mature and adult about it all kicking back with only two glasses of cider.

Am totally off. And I need to do something with my hair, like a new perm. After all, it's fake it til' you make it, inn'it?!