A friendly face in the beauty department
A friendly face in the Changi airport beauty department…

…is worth a lot no doubt. Him, I will remember. Everyone else apart from the enthusiastic girl who sported an interesting assortment of plastic Hawaiian flowers draped all over herself most likely will fade within seconds…all I do remember is a certain body posture one presents to the world while being glued to whatever device is needed to keep the illusion of life alive. But then I am sitting in one of those ‘charging pods’ – multitasking galore while not engaging in real life. So I decided to join in before we shall return to Australia and the final quarter of this blasted year 2015.

Of course, there are other faces. Like this one.

Some ad for glasses...or maybe vertical tribal scarring for white people?
Some ad for glasses…or maybe vertical tribal scarring for white people?

Personally, I find this picture a bit disturbing albeit still aesthetically pleasing…now of course awaiting the latest branding trend flooding the world screaming I AM AN INDIVIDUAL … Clearly, I am suffering from an acute overdose of “humanity on wheels” – very much looking forward to some less populated weeks before heading off to the next trip.

Nice and red and shiny...
Nice and red and shiny…

…and very useful. Definitely more so than another shop full of colour coordinated T-shirts and shorts with the disturbing quality to gift the majority of people wearing that the look of an oversized toddler. Somewhat not that glamorous even with lots of free perfume samples trailing in their wake…

CLEARLY, I am suffering from the above mentioned overdose…way too many not very individual looking desperately individual individuals around me…and not a single cat in sight. I would be happy with a scruffy bird. Hand over a lizard.

Already looking forward to Edith… A certain possum of a certain charm. On another continent.

Final moments exploring red options...
Final moments exploring red options and Asian carpet design…

…before heading once more over to one gate or another… leaving a trail of discarded boarding passes and bag tags in my wake. What a trip I’ve had … meeting old and even older and new and almost new friends … loved North Africa, still love Spain … need to go back to Portugal to explore the south … ate TONS of French Chèvre … sat on a rickety bench in the former East of Germany … cut some hair in Toulouse … handed over some Chrystal Menthe in Barcelone … inhaled unspeakable smells in the tanneries of Marrakesh … hysterical moments on the German Autobahn with certain Mattenklopfers … fought some demons … Had the benefits of being treated by someone who is very good with horses … AND humans 🙂 … Rode shotgun in Porto with a fellow slightly mad and very enthusiastic Sagittarius to meet a Portuguese shoe person … Slept on a hill in Mallorca … did a ‘good bye and let go’ ceremony involving water and a pair of red shoes … rode a golden bicycle glittering in the sun … met Gimlet and Jorge … survived a very local Marrocan bathing inferno … found delightful little shoes for dwarfs … or fridges … saw ‘Amy’ at the movies … go and watch it!!! Read a ginormous amount of books … Enjoyed random long talks with my German friend I had the fortune to be based with … Ate Pflaumenkuchen with Schlagsahne minutes before embarking the plane. And that is only just a smidgen, really…

Overall, experienced a simply fantastic onslaught of hospitality, friendliness and invites …

And all that and much more while feeling healthy and strong … The ultimate experience after having been declared too sick to fly or do much, really … so there.

Bring on the next chapter. Shoes and boots and cats and all the rest of it. Mostly in red. Mais oui.

There will be some activity in the next weeks around Ideal Husband … Watch this space …

And I shall provide links to other designers in my next blog since NOW I HAVE TO RUN TO THE GATE! Time flies and all that …

Wishing everyone a good, creative day ahead.

xx

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