Butterfly kisses

A bamboo plant arrived on my desk this morning. While I thought that was weird, I think the Bamboo Eyelash Enhancing Serum that came with it is ever weirder.

The press release claims that some sort of natural biofermentaion, whatever that means, will let me achieve remarkable results with my eyelash growth minus the irritation. I don't have particularly short eyelashes, but they're not remarkable in length either, and this serum claims that in six weeks 'the results will be truly amazing!' I doubt it, but curiosity and a desire to look as good as Catherine McNeil (see above) has won out so I'm going to test it anyway. Results in six weeks, and counting.

Rub a dub dub

Our flatmates have recently moved out which means it's overhaul time for our apartment. I've never had my own home to do exactly what I want with (without having to worry about the clashing tastes, or lack-there-of, of all parties) so I've become a little bit obsessed with decor magazines. I'm now an avid reader of Good Housekeeping and instead of flicking straight to the fashion pages of the international mags that arrive on my desk once a week, I turn straight to the home section and pour over the beautiful bathrooms, the romantic living rooms, the amazing furniture.

But one thing that I can't have, no matter how much I wish for it, is a claw foot bath. One of my best friends back home has a beautiful one in her little rental cottage in Ponsonby and I'm insanely jealous. For now I just have to deal with our reasonably ugly, cemented-in bath. Oh well.