While trying to decide on flooring for my bathrooms I learned that Marmoleum is often used in dormitory rooms, military barracks and prisons. Minor turn off. Then I read Marmoleum possesses a self-sanitizing quality. Major turn on. "Independent testing has shown that Marmoleum has a sterile zone around the material that inhibits the growth of organisms such as Staphylococcus Aureas and Clostridium Difficile." Resistant to bacteria and a certified sustainable flooring.
A cup of fresh mint tea is always relaxing and refreshing. It smells good and so will you. Way better than chewing gum and actually good for your breath and digestion. I have not yet been in a restaurant in London that did not have this herb available.
Welcome to this new vintage shop in Covent Garden where you can buy or hire clothing. The shop is owned by Lily Allen and her sister Sarah Mary Owen. Clothes are thoughtfully arranged according to decade with more expensive clothing available in a VIP Salon in the basement. I almost bought a pink 60's shift dress. BUT. A close inspection revealed underarm stains. In my opinion pink and yellow do not go all that well together. The thud in the fitting room heard around the world was me passing out. ALL IS WELL. I was revived with a sniff of the dress. I did buy a brand new flower for my hair though. It is a Lily lily and branded The Libertarian.
A confessional in a lingerie shop? A dressing room that looks like a confessional? Oh, if that chair could talk. Coco de Mer staff in London kindly explained this particular arrangement is a unique way to keep all parties entertained while shopping for erotic luxuries.
This is how the drama unfolds. One person tries on the garments in the room pictured here while their partner waits on the other side of the red box -- just like in church minus the partner and the trying-on-the-garment-part. When the person is ready to reveal their look they open the confessional and TA-DA ... SEXY TIME. And you do not even have to pay a quarter for the peep show. Money. Dirty. No Touchy.
Another plus is not having to come out of the change room to secure an opinion on whether or not the Spatula Spanker works with the Butterfly Merkin.
Keeping hotel walls free of knicks and scratches must be difficult. And painting rooms after every guest checks out nearly impossible -- unless of course you are the George V Paris. That's why I really do appreciate the pinstriped fabric textured wallpaper in my room at the Covent Garden Hotel in London. The walls look perfect. Since I do not sleep on walls or even touch them, I am not too fussed about their contents. Let's hope I do not get a blue light for Christmas.
For me, it was IN and OUT of the National Portrait Gallery in London without even touching a door. I even took a few spins around just for fun. To use a cliche, "Let others do the dirty work." Hahaha. Diabolical. I know.
It would have been much easier to blame this hideous stain on a table companion, but I believe in Karma. As hideous as this is, it is completely my fault. MY French Bean with Foie Gras slipped off the serving spoon at La Petite Maison in London and landed on the table cloth at La Petite Maison in London. I now fully understand the need to carry a Tide Bleach Pen. Either that or master the classic table cloth trick. Or going back to the Karma Thing, do not order anything with Foie Gras in it.
At 11 pm on November 11 -- wherever you are -- go into your stillness and send love and affection to the Mother Earth. Just send it from your heart with thanks. Then say Ma Ya Hai for a few times. You can say this slowly,
If you can --do this for 11 days in a row. You will feel and sense a difference in your awareness and how you and family and friends feel.
Your "message" of love and acknowledgement will become part of the collective energy field. It's late in the day and perhaps past your bedtime. However you may be surprised at how your days following will unfold and how you feel.
It's like Christmas -- stay up and give a gift.
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It is truly amazing what I can do in my protective shell while flying. In addition to sleeping upright I can brush my teeth, do facial exercises and cry while watching sappy movies in total privacy. Oh. And. If someone sneezes without covering their mouth their germs repel off the fabric. It only looks odd from the outside.
David, chief mixologist at West Restaurant in Vancouver, is saving mankind from pedestrian cocktails with his devotion to quality everything. He is also saving the planet from destruction by using stainless steel forks instead of disposable straws to taste test cocktails prior to serving. (The taste test involves a dip and a lick.) David's artistry results in many orders in the course of a night. The forks bathe in vodka between testings. The vodka kills germs. All the more reason to consume more vodka.
I loved, loved, loved the Twisted Fork in Yaletown. Obviously, hygienic practices were in play. And, the Baked Eggs I had for brunch were perfection. I am told, this dish is also the chef's personal favourite. Eating with a twisted fork made the meal interesting though. Wink.
And I was the first to use it. The staff at Blue Water Cafe & Raw Bar in Yaletown is as attentive in the restaurant as they are in the restrooms. The Towel Pyramid was rebuilt many times during the night I was there. Coincidence?
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.