After a very eventful few months, I have finally managed to move myself (and my 4 van loads of belongings) into my beautiful new 'Breakfast at Tiffanys' apartment. Just like Holly Golightly's famous quote 'If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!' Well, I found my real life happy place, bought some furniture and acquired a cat (thankfully a short term acquisition)…
Like any new apartment anywhere, especially in Dubai, there’s been a few ‘glitches’… like my wardrobe going on fire. Yes, you read correctly. You see, we have beautiful walk in wardrobes (not quite in the same league as Miss Bradshaw ala SATC unfortunately) with lovely spotlights which switch on when you open the doors. Now I love looking at my clothes so open the doors often and when I do, the sparks fly, literally. Flying sparks has prompted a ‘Challenge Anneka’ style of dressing each morning, deciding what to wear before the door is opened, opening the door whilst ducking to avoid flying sparks, trying to keep cat out of the wardrobe, failing to keep the cat out of the wardrobe, reaching up and pulling pre-decided outfit out, trying to coax the cat back out of the wardrobe and shut the door before the fire starts. After a week of practice, I had mastered the art of this and got the routine down to 30 seconds when disaster struck, in my hung over state, I forgot to shut the door and left the room, only to return to when I smelt burning Ralph Lauren (an evening gown as opposed to the short, white haired man you’ll be pleased to know…). After several calls and strong words, Nakheel (who built and ‘service’ the building) agreed to come and look at the problem, any time that was convenient for me. Anytime that was convenient for me between 10 and 4. For 250Dhs per hour. It’s times like this that I miss the presence of a doting boyfriend in my life… I wouldn’t have had to take 2 hours off of work to watch a man screw in a switch tighter and then pay him for the privilege…
With the wardrobe fixed, I breathed a sigh of relief until I woke up this morning to a kitchen tap that was spewing water all over the place… I’m off to call Nakheel (or find a doting boyfriend)….
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Me, Myself and I...
So, before I start bombarding you with posts about me, myself and I (and some other far less interesting stuff… I jest…) I suppose I better introduce myself...
I’m a Fashion PR, in Dubai (which, just fyi, is certainly an ‘interesting’ experience) where there are incredible fashion highs, rock bottom lows and more diamonds and Chanel per square metre than anywhere else on planet Earth (really, there is, I’m not doing my usual PR exaggerating, I promise!).
And contrary to my friends thinking all I do is ‘play’ with designer shoes and luscious clothes all day, every day (I swear it’s only some of the time) and go to parties at night, it is actually a very demanding job. Us Dubai 'Fashionista’s' don’t have the media variety that any other fabulous city has, we have to provide content for many different markets and in 2 very different languages all while making sure we are sensitive to the Muslim culture. Thank Goodness I was born female and can therefore multitask!
But as hard a time as our little city in the Desert is given (thanks goes to the Global Recession and more recently, SATC 2) worldwide, there are amazing benefits to working in fashion here, it kick starts you career – almost straight off my inbound flight (with a 20 something kilo suitcase - seriously, what's that all about?!) and I was working with the charming Manolo Blahnik, the media are wonderful to deal with and it’s definitely one of the worlds up and coming Fashion hotspots (although, avoid fashion week here. Like the plague.)
I’m single, in my mid (it pains me to say that, it wasn’t long ago that it was ‘early’) twenties and am obsessed with all things fashion related (yes, even Armani jam. Really)… I plan on using this blog to share my day to day life, to rant and rave, bounce ideas and also to share some things so amazing that I just can’t keep them to myself!
Enough about me - for today at least. Have a great day and remember, life’s a catwalk and you’re the star of the show… xoxo
I’m a Fashion PR, in Dubai (which, just fyi, is certainly an ‘interesting’ experience) where there are incredible fashion highs, rock bottom lows and more diamonds and Chanel per square metre than anywhere else on planet Earth (really, there is, I’m not doing my usual PR exaggerating, I promise!).
And contrary to my friends thinking all I do is ‘play’ with designer shoes and luscious clothes all day, every day (I swear it’s only some of the time) and go to parties at night, it is actually a very demanding job. Us Dubai 'Fashionista’s' don’t have the media variety that any other fabulous city has, we have to provide content for many different markets and in 2 very different languages all while making sure we are sensitive to the Muslim culture. Thank Goodness I was born female and can therefore multitask!
But as hard a time as our little city in the Desert is given (thanks goes to the Global Recession and more recently, SATC 2) worldwide, there are amazing benefits to working in fashion here, it kick starts you career – almost straight off my inbound flight (with a 20 something kilo suitcase - seriously, what's that all about?!) and I was working with the charming Manolo Blahnik, the media are wonderful to deal with and it’s definitely one of the worlds up and coming Fashion hotspots (although, avoid fashion week here. Like the plague.)
I’m single, in my mid (it pains me to say that, it wasn’t long ago that it was ‘early’) twenties and am obsessed with all things fashion related (yes, even Armani jam. Really)… I plan on using this blog to share my day to day life, to rant and rave, bounce ideas and also to share some things so amazing that I just can’t keep them to myself!
Enough about me - for today at least. Have a great day and remember, life’s a catwalk and you’re the star of the show… xoxo
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