sometimes you need a little finesse, sometimes you need a lot!

it's a shame that my face has been very smooth and soft lately and no one knows it but myself. i credit it to the extra exfoiliation i've been doing lately thanks to the loss of my favourite lavender milk cleanser and the forced adoption of something new. it's called 'angels on your face' and it's from lush. lush-a-licious. it's a solid and you have to crumble it and add water every time you use it, and moosh it into a pastie-paste. a sometimes tedious process, but the result is well worth the tedium in my books, even though i'm the only one to know and enjoy. it's a heavy burden to toot your own horn... speaking of self adulation, i looked pretty good today. i just felt like taking extra time getting ready this morning. i wore a new top too, and it was quite a hit, but who cares if you're a hit at work? barb (work barb not verb barb) said i needed to stop looking so delectable or i'd cause more problems at work. i felt a little embarrassed, and i think it's because she used the word 'delectable'. made me sheepish. baaaaaa.

thanks to people like sarita and karey, our home is getting nicer to come home to. the living room no loger resembles a refuse heap and for that i am greatful. also great strides has been made in the organization of the kitchen, which makes eating at home almost an option.

last night was another symphony night. we've been going so often that i now have three of the same program. it all started with sarah chan. this time we asked for seats up close and got some on the left hand side on the tenth row. this was excellent because the big reason we came was to see elgar's cello concerto which features, oddly enough a cello soloist and he is on the left hand side of the conductor. his name was rapheal something or other. it was great because we could see his face and he was quite expressive. he seemed to play a lot to the second violinist, a tall blonde with a neat bob. it was a lovely, meloncholy piece. shockingly, we left after intermission because stevphen has a strong distaste for beethoven's 8th (i think that was it) and he had the beginnings of a cold so he get's his way. we decided to go to a movie. we wanted to see merchant of venice but it was starting too late so we saw born into brothels the documentary that won the oscar. it's about these children in nothern calcutta who live in the red light district. a westerner who wanted to live in the brothels, get to know the ladies and take their pictures, started giving the children photography classes and anyways it's very sweet and sad and kind of hopeful at the same time. too real said steve. ya, it didn't try to soften anything that's for sure. you learn to know the children and this igniites the desire to save them, but at the same time you realize that you can't really. that's one of the sad parts.

we've decided that we will all have wash days here. i was reluctant to agree to this because i like to fly by the seat of my pants at times. but everyone else is not like me and so i didn't really have much of a chance. so my day is on thursday and the thing is, i need to do a wash today. the truth is, i can't last much longer in the underwear department and that's what we like to call an emergency. so whatever. today's karey's day (well really elicia's but they traded). i'll just do mine after she's done. it's not like you need a whole day. most people just have two loads. know what i mean? jo vist. det gör jag verkligen.