When you are learning another language, there are always going to the be inevitable moments of face-covering-embarrassment. You might think you’re making polite conversation about the weather, but the strangled sounds that penetrate the ears of your audience may mean something quite different.
The phrase ‘Aide de camp’ is a case is point. It means a sort of personal assistant to a general (“a military officer acting as a confidential assistant to a senior officer.”) I confidently shouted it across a crowded dining table this summer (18th of June – the date forever etched in my memory) to someone who had answered an abandoned, ringing mobile. Silence fell. Only to be replaced with something worse: peels of laughter.
Flip flops make me feel lazy. I walk slowly when I wear them, I can’t help but make that awful slapping sound wherever I go and my final complaint is that they make me stand badly (I think I may do that all by myself but it’s lovely to have an excuse).
Our story begins now, when a great friend was clearing out her shoe closet. We are an identical size and she has flawless taste. It was one of the better ways to spend a morning. These things that I have since become wedded to (pictured above) fell out of her cupboard and she confessed to only buying them in a blister emergency. Read More
Do you know what I mean? There seem to be just so many expat pop ups in Singapore that *rolls eyes* the thought of another one selling pretty much all the same stuff as the last, doesn’t really do it for me.
This one, however, is different. For starters, it’s called Not Your Average Pop Up (glad it’s not just me then and someone else has also recognised the problem). Secondly, it’s not in Dempsey or Tanglin (it’s on Haji Lane) and finally and – arguably most importantly – they sell some pretty awesome stuff that is not ridiculously priced.
My handpicks of their handpicks: Read More
That massive project I have been banging on about since last year? Well, that will be my cookbook! Read More
I loved watching the BBC’s Antiques Roadshow as a child. Probably, initially, because it was on my permitted list of TV shows (that extended – worryingly enough – to include Jim’ll Fix It and Rolf’s Cartoon Club). Yes, I have always loved a bargain and I have hesitated about writing today’s post in the meanspiritied notion that it might be just too good to share.