3. I will knit a scarf until it's finished and will not stop halfway and hand over the flaming work to my mum "because I suddenly hate the colour" or "am having RSI-symptoms."
4. I will exfoliate more often.
5. I will not use God's name in vain. More than twice a week.
6. I will start writing a letter to the man I will passionately fall in love with in 2008, according to all horoscopes.I will tell him I'm already taken and there is no future in our relationship. However, he can always send me a picture so that I know what I'm missing.
7. I will reduce my mountain of clothes in the bathroom to a pile the size of a small hill.
8. I will learn the technique of coming to a halt when I'm skating downhill.
9. I will form friendships with cats.
10. I will wear looser trousers when going to a restaurant (in 2007: a loss of three buttons, one of which almost ended up in my soup).
11. I will never again participate in the Lottery 12. I will remember all of my friends' birthdays.
13. I will continue to move heaven and earth to try and become the best online shop for handbags in the entire world.
14. At night, I will not repeat the question "I want to tell you something: are you asleep yet?" more than three times to my snoring boyfriend.
15. I will explain to Annelle, my brother's newborn child, that if she ever behaves like Britney Spears, she will go to hell.
16. I will eat more fiber.
17. I will stop believing in anti-wrinkle creams.
18. I will stop slapping my computer when it misbehaves.
19. I will enjoy life more.
20. I will remember all of my new year's resolutions.
Even though the white and chilly king is still ruling the land, in our minds we’re already fantasizing over spring blossoms, lilies-of-the-valley and eh, new handbags! Spring is one hell of a season. Those smells, those colours, those cheerful handbags! In honour of the upcoming season, we’ve selected a whole bunch of new and wonderful leather and suede bags. Kidnapped from the Andes and as we speak on their flying way to the cosy premises of Pebbles On Ice.
Check it out as they land on this website on January 24th!
There is a God! Who else could have come up with this delicious chocolate handbag?
Friends of mine brought it over when they came to dinner a couple of weeks ago. And I just had to post a picture of it here, 'cause it's insanely cute. And you know what; up until now, I've been able to resist eating it. How's that for self-discipline!
I think 2008 is going to be a great year. I wish you all the very best!
There are women who have a knack of handicrafts. All they need is a knitting or crochet needle, some thread and voilà, a masterful piece of fancywork is born.
I'm not like that. Really. I have absolutely no talent for handicrafts. The painful memories of creative clangers when I was in school, are still haunting me. Let me give you two illustrations:
1. The small doll The whole class had to knit a cute little doll. After a month of intense battle with two unwilling knitting needles, my end result was an anorectic and depressed looking scrag that according to the ruling beauty standards was the epitome of ugliness. I had sewn a loop on her neck, just so I would be able to hang the doll somewhere. But when I did that, the doll very pathetically dropped her chin on her chest (drama queen!), which gave the scene a very suicidal look. I almost couldn't bear to watch it. When the teacher got her hands on my doll, she covered her mouth with her hand in total dismay and nearly called a priest to perform an exorcism on me. One week later I got a C on my report card and a remark: "Disconcerting developments during her last handicrafts assignment. Must really pull herself together."
2. The pillow Knit a simple pillow. That was the task. And for a moment I thought: I can pull this off. After all, a pillow, how hard can it be? What I ended up producing was a burgundy and diarrhoea brown, flat square thing. And it stank of dog. Blacky -our loving quadruped who had a drooling problem- had slept on the pillow the evening before, muzzle open. When my teacher touched the pillow, she instinctively turned her head in disgust and started coughing astmatically. She really overdid it if you ask me. After she had recovered from her coughing fit, she asked me very seriously if I maybe had problems at home, or in general in life. I said no I hadn't. A week later, there was another C on my report card.
So as you can see, dear reader, the gap between myself and handicrafts will never be crossed. It's just not in my genes. And I have to live with that. Do you think there is an assocation for Failed Craftswomen? If so, I would like to apply to become a member of honour of such an association. Please send me an invitation:
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. When you do, I will reward you with a lovely picture of my cute red doll. Thanks!
You might have noticed that the Pebbles On Ice website looks a bit different. If you ask me, it's about a hundred degrees cooler than the previous one. It has new features (a monthly competition, handbag tips, a guestbook, polls, etc.). And we've also added more colour to our pages. Plus: a whole lot of new, fantastic leather and suede handbags.
We hope you like the way things have turned out. Feel free to voice your opinion about our new look in our guestbook.
There's one other thing we'd like to share with you. It's about our computer and a psychological issue it has. More specifically, it does not handle curses and profanities very well. Whenever we dare say the f***- or s***-word to its face (which we hardly ever do of course), it instantly shuts down. And it won't reboot for at least one hour (sometimes longer, depends on how angry it is). So please, when you post something in our guestbook, do not use words Dr. Phil would not approve of. That will save us a lot of time, energy and work 'cause we are the ones who have to censor all curses.
We know you will understand. If you don't, then f*** you (oops, sorry!).
Book: I'm rarely without a book. It's handy in waiting rooms ('cause for some reason dentists and doctors only have magazines of the 1990s lying around), or on the train, or while having to listen to the monologue of a very boring person. I usually stick to light reads, so you won’t find Also Sprach Zarathustra in my bag. Though I wish I was the kind of person who could find Also Sprach Zarathustra a light read.
Keys: There are 7 keys in my key case. I only use 4 of them and have no idea whatsoever what the remaining three are for. I’m afraid to chuck them in the bin, in case one of them is the key to some kind of treasure chest I forgot all about (yeah, dream on Katrien!). Domperidon tablets: for those occasional stomach upsets. I won’t bore you with details. Handkerchiefs: especially handy during Spring and Summer times, when due to allergies my nose tends to runs harder than my feet. Asthma inhaler: those cursed allergies again. I can wheeze a fine tune when they bother me. Foundation: I’m a woman in her thirties. Need I comment? Lip balm: have been an addict for at least 10 years. What a great invention!
Wallet: contains way too much stuff. Must really make an effort to remove half of it. Card holder: stop giving me more customer cards please! No kidding, my card holder weighs about 400 grams. That is just not normal. Business card holder: usually full of Pebbles On Ice business cards. Except when I really really need one; then it’s suddenly empty. Diary of 2007: it’s cool to have one in my bag (I like those cute little pages), though I rarely use it for business appointments. It's basically there to remind me what date it is, and whether I forgot someone's birthday again.
These items were censored from the picture: a tampon, a ridiculous amount of biscuitcrumbs, seven mints and nine euro cents.
A recent British study has revealed that the 'average' woman of 30 owns 21 handbags. Twenty-one! Can you believe that? And 5 percent of the women in the survey confessed to owning more than a hundred bags. Oh my God, could we all be turning into Carrie Bradshaw of Sex and the City? I know, anything's better than Samantha, but still...Twenty-one handbags!
I'm wondering, where do all those women store their 21 or 100+ bags? They must have some wardrobe! And they also must be losing stuff all the time; there are just too many compartments to hide things in. Think about it, don't they spend hours a week looking for their aspirin, dental floss, deodorant, asthma-inhaler, handkerchiefs and make-up mirror ? Gosh, someone must come up with some sort of tracking device to recover everything that has been swallowed by handbag pockets. There's some good business in that, I tell you.
So do you know women who are slightly obsessed by handbags? Or are you one of them? I would really like to know. Owning a handbag store, I must confess that I too change handbags a decadent amount of times a week. So I can relate to handbag-crazy ladies. But the fun thing is that no-one can call me obsessed, because I always have a splendidly convenient excuse: "Me? A handbag maniac? What are you talking about! I just have to own that many handbags; they are my marketing instruments". Ahum.
However, there is a serious matter to consider. Women just cannot own 21 handbags and not one from Pebbles On Ice. That really is some kind of felony. So if you know anyone who owns a ridiculous amount of handbags and who's always on the lookout for more hand candy, direct her to www.pebblesonice.com. I'll be sure to ease her yearning and send her a bag that she will surely treasure. That's a promise.
