Monday, October 15, 2012

Happy Monday


My parents are coming to visit next week which means, between sorting out the house and getting ahead of myself on work, there is much to do.  Sometimes, when my tasks seem long and tedious, I put something fun on my to-do list to make it a little less grim.  The newest addition: Put on a cozy sweater & enjoy a nice cigar in the autumn sunshine.

Can't wait to check that one off... xox 

Friday, October 12, 2012

Tuesday With Moi

Tuesday, October 9
Costa Del Sol Edition

Whilst in Spain, I really didn't feel there was any point in getting out of bed until the fog lifted each morning, so every day I dozed in bed until the sun properly came out.
It was gloriously relaxing.

Breakfast.

The villa had the most fantastic peep hole in the front door.  I mean, it's a totally useless peep hole if you want to pretend you're not home in the event that someone unpleasant comes to visit, but it's pretty at least. 

The sun was hot and the haze was totally lifted, so I made my way down to the pool.

When I first arrived in Spain, I brought my laptop and two international adapters for my various electronics.  I'm sorry to say that both of these adapters were terrible and, though they worked with my UK electronics, they did not work with my US electronics.  This is weird because they were both bought in the States, but whatever.
David, bless him, stopped at the Apple Store between meetings and bought me an international adapter kit, which thereby allowed me to set up my mobile office on the terrace.
And yes, I enjoyed some iced wine as I did my work because I am fabulous.

I literally broke a sweat and got sore arms from opening and closing these awnings.

Hard at work in my barely there bikini.
Fabfabfab.

 It's very important that I always have fresh flowers in my office. 

David came home from work around this time and then went off to take a late siesta while I worked on my base tan as well as some slightly more important tasks.

But then my tummy began to grumble so I opened the shades and woke him up so we could get ready for dinner. 

Spain is so colorful.  I want to bottle these greens.

David's colleagues recommended we go to this little tapas restaurant in Málaga.  After a couple plates I was like, "Umm, maybe we can relocate to somewhere that doesn't have pig feet hanging on the wall?"
It's not that this restaurant wasn't good, it's just that it was a little too real, if you know what I mean...

So we walked along the boardwalk looking for somewhere else to stop for a bite to eat and a glass of wine.

Eventually, we abandoned our search/stroll and drove to a charming little place where we drank delicious wine, had some snacks and people-watched.  I like that people stay out late in Spain and I like that they always seem to be having a really good time.  So much laughter, so much life!

After our bellies were full, we drove back to our villa and cuddled in bed while we watched Project Runway.  SPOILER ALERT: I think Sonjia was totally robbed.
Like, I can't even think about it without fuming.
:(

Even though I've only been back in the UK for, like, 12 hours, my tan is basically totally gone.
Regardless, I'm happy to be wrapped in cozy sweaters and cuddling with Le Chat, so all is well in Cox Quarters.
Have a great weekend, friends, and thank you for reading!

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A Disruption in Your Regularly Scheduled Programming

This is not a TWM post.  Why?  Because my Macbook, which was conceived in the ever-so-ancient year of our Lord, 2006, makes super scary helicopter noises every time I attempt to load anything other than an email attachment and I fear a photo upload would send it to its grave.  It also cannot run two programs at once, bless it's heartdrive, so I'm going to post my TWM whence I return to the sunshine-barren land known as the United Kingdom on Friday.

Until then, here's a little update on where I am and what I'm doing:

I love to travel.  I'm not big on tourism and, generally, my favorite way to experience a new place is simply to walk around and observe the local culture.  I want to drink in pubs and eat with the locals, I want to walk the streets and window shop and get a sense of the local fashions.  I want to visit art galleries, walk through parks, meld into the background and observe.  Because I am enormously fortunate to work from wherever I have wifi, David and I have an agreement where, if it works with our schedules and finances, I will travel with him whenever he's away on business.  This is a great arrangement because I get to see a new part of the world, and he gets to disappear and do work things.  It's like having a private vacation all on my lonesome, with the added bonus of sometimes getting to eat at incredibly fine restaurants whilst networking.

It is through this arrangement that I currently find myself in the Costa Del Sol, living in a private villa and doing all my work in the leisurely style most recently exhibited by the Duchess of Cambridge- no photos please. 

This, my friends, is the view from my mobile office. 

Not bad.  Not bad at all. 

Now forgive me for sounding like a total prat, but this part of Spain, though lovely, doesn't pique my interest in the way that many travel destinations do.  For one, it's basically the same as being in Orlando, Florida except all the olds are English or German instead of from Nebraska.  For two,  warm destinations make me docile and sleepy and I've spent the vast majority of my time here completely dormant and/or sitting in the sun.  That being said, this is the most relaxed I've been since before my wedding [7 months ago] and I'm thrilled to be lathered in sun screen and drinking iced wine on the terrace for most of my waking hours.  Forget culture- I want relaxation! 

So, that's what I'm up to these days.  What are you up to, dear reader?  Once I  have my base tan under control, I'm looking forward to going home and tackling an ever-growing to-do list (so much home improvement, so little time!), wearing knit sweaters, enjoying autumn and preparing for my Ma and Pa to visit!  But for now, back to the sunshine. 

xoxox

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Scotland Escape: Let's Play Dress Up!

When I first saw Gargunnock House online, I just knew that I wanted to do something ridiculously fabulous there.  A couple weeks before we arrived, I emailed our friends Skye and Scott and recommended that we all bring something formal to wear in the house.  In our formal attire, we could stage a wonderful photo shoot in the home's various rooms and gayly think back to our vacation- so full of mirth!- in our wee Scottish mansion.  

Without any real sense of regret, I am sorry to say that we waited until the very last evening to put on our formal clothes and prance around the house.  Regardless, we had a marvelously goofy time taking pictures of each other pretending to read whilst drinking Scotch, and trying our best to play the piano (which you're not supposed to do, by the way).  Here is what transpired.  Enjoy!



And because I don't know when I'm ever going to wear it again (unless David has a truly fantastic Christmas Gala to attend in the next couple years), I wore my Nicole Miller wedding gown for the occasion.  The cobalt blue silk gown is glamorous in every sense of the word and it was a great pleasure to wear it somewhere more refined than my own living room for once.

And so concludes my Scotland Escape.  Thanks for reading! 

Monday, October 8, 2012

Scotland Escape: Inside Gargunnock House



 As we were driving to Scotland, David wanted to make one thing clear: "This isn't going to be some high-end hotel vacation, so don't get your hopes up".  Obviously.  In fact, I was fully expecting for Gargunnock House to be a giant old estate manor full of cobwebbed corners and lumpy beds.  Expectations for fun were high, but expectations for the spectacular were pretty nonexistent.  To say we were pleasantly surprised is an absolute understatement, for Gargunnock exceeded our every expectation*.

As we explored each of the rooms, we became more and more ecstatic.  Not because the house is ornate and lavish, but because it was wonderfully clean and had an authentic charm that made us feel as if we were stepping into a modestly wealthy estate house in the early 1920s.  most of the furniture was made of heavy wood and dated back to the early twentieth century and I was pleased to see not a single plywood IKEA piece in sight!  Original artwork hung on the walls as did an impressive amount of taxidermy that had been meticulously cared for over the years.  

Skye and I couldn't help but run through the house with our cameras, filling our memory cards faster than you can say 'cheese'.  Below is some of what we saw, but please keep in mind that these photos represent just a fraction of the home's charm, comfort, and space. 

When I said in an earlier post that our bathroom was bigger than our bedroom at home, I wasn't joking.  The en suite that David and I shared included a large shower/tub combo, a toilet (obviously), a sink that overlooked the fields at the back of the house, and an amour large enough to fit Narnia inside.  All the utilities were modern but were tastefully chosen so as not to detract from the aesthetic of the home.  Around the house, there were a few small water closets tucked away but there were also a number of equally large bathrooms with soaking tubs and inviting views.  I joked that I'd bathe in each tub before we left, but I never tired enough of my en suite to venture to try another. 


The house sleeps sixteen.  From what I remember, there are three rooms with queen-sized beds and five rooms with two single beds.  The rooms were simple and sweet, and though the flooring was sometimes a little wonky (like, some of the beds were on a slight incline, though not unlike my old Beacon Hill digs...), I think each of the rooms would have been charming to sleep in.

It is at this time that I would like to share a confession: seeing as there were only four of us sharing this home that accommodates sixteen, I will admit to sometimes being spooked whilst walking around at night.  It was just so large and truth be told, my imagination definitely got the best of me when I journeyed down a few dark passages....


Gargunnock house had three stairways (that we knew of).  There were two like the first stair pictured, which were rough and warn.  They were positioned at the front and back of the house and serviced those wings.  The grand staircase, which you see on the bottom, was the main stair and could be used to get to any floor in the house (or so we think).  There were a few sealed doors and 'off limits' parts of the house- which is probably where Mr. Rochester's wife is rocking back and forth, humming to herself- so we can't say for certain just how many stairs and floor the house actually has. 


This is the Large Sitting Room. Chopin was a friend of the family who originally owned the house and it's believed that he may have played on that very piano.  Though this is not a fact, we are going to believe it is a fact and propagate the rumor's circulation as such.  

I loveloveloved the library, obviously. 


More intimate than the Large Sitting Room and definitely working on a smaller scale, the Small sitting Room was cozy and inviting.  It's also closer to the kitchen (which I stupidly didn't take pictures of because I am an idiot), which is always a major advantage in my book. 


Though there were only four of us in the house, we decided to set the table for sixteen and have a feast in the Grand Dining Room (not the real name, obviously).  Our feast included homemade carpaccio (I know, right!), beet salad, roasted eggplant, and green beans and finished with fruit compote over ice cream.  I suggested we all dress for dinner and, as you can imagine, we had a spectacular time in our evening wear, dining under the gaze of many painted and glass eyeballs.  It was wonderful!  

Though all this looks like lots of fun (and it was), I'm still slapping myself for failing to take pictures of the servant bells in the laundry room (so Downton Abbey, I almost died), the Game Room (which consisted of a ping pong table and a lot of killed game hanging on the walls), the creepy bust that I mistook for a ghost every.single.time.I.passed.it, and the million other little things that made Gargunnock so wonderful.  If you're ever venturing to Scotland in a group, I heartily recommend spending a few nights at the house- it does not disappoint.  In fact, it awes.

*Those of you who travel and rent homes/apartments often will know what a wonderful thing this is: the kitchen already had a corkscrew in it.  How many times do you go on vacation, buy a ton of groceries/wine, and then arrive to the house only to realize that you are corkscrew-less and have no way of opening your wine?  Too many times is the answer!  But not at Gargunnock, they have a corkscrew ready and waiting. 

Friday, October 5, 2012

Scotland Escape: Stirling Castle & Wallace Monument

As I'm sure you gathered from my TWM Scotland Edition, we drove into Stirling to do some of that tourist stuff that I hate so much but actually totally love on the Tuesday we spent in Scotland.  We were battling with our umbrellas all damn day, so I didn't take as many photos and I'd have liked; what I'm really trying to say here is that I took a ton of photos but they're mostly awful so you'll just have to settle for these.  Okay?  Okay, great!  Now, let's begin our tourist adventure at Stirling Castle.  


To be completely honest, I'm always far more enchanted by the landscape surrounding old castles than I am the ornate splendor of their bedchambers or the tapestries of their great halls.  There are few things I regard with greater awe than a stunning view, and from every corner of the castle wall our eyes met a truly humbling view of the surrounding city and beyond.


If I were ever to reign over anything other than my own home (and even there, my forces seem to constantly be under siege), I'm afraid I'd have to be called Kate the Terrible.  Terrible because I'd be terribly marvelous and throw terribly inappropriate parties!  And let's just be real, sometimes I'd actually be terrible, too.  It wouldn't be any fun to be royalty unless you were sometimes allowed to throw a royal fit, amirite?

After the hems of our pants were soaked with rain and we'd exhausted all there was to see in the cold corridors of the Castle, we decided to cross the city for a visit to Wallace Monument, which was constructed in 1869 to celebrate the thirteenth century hero, Mel Gibson.  Friends, when I tell you it was SO WINDY at the base of the monument, I mean it with every atom of my cold, chapped body.  A few spectacular gusts threatened to blow us clean off the top of the hill and the guard rail saved my life on more than one occasion.  It was intense; it was lovely.






The monument was closed for the day by the time we'd trudged all the way to the top, so we were forced to brave the elements as we took in the view.  When our ears began to throb from the cold, we decided to hike back down the ginormous hill and away to civilization (i.e. food and wine).  We were, however, pleased to have gotten some exercise for the day and all the walking, climbing, and standing in the wind made us ever so excited to fill our bodies with gloriously warm calories. 

Before we left, Highland Cow, the most well traveled highland cow in all the world, got his picture taken, too.  Skye and Scott have been dragging this poor little guy all over the UK and making him pose for all kinds of pictures.  Though we didn't plan on his coming, we still gave him his own bed at Gargunnock House and agreed to feed him for the week.  In return for our hospitality, he told us jokes and educated us on all things Scottish. 

Now, my dear, there are many more Scotland pictures to look forward to.  On Monday, you will get a gimps at the inside of Gargunnock House (it's cray) and on Tuesday you'll be treated to a little something special/ridiculous.  Until then, be safe, be wise, and don't compromise- unless, of course, it's a really good compromise.  xoxo