by JAMILA RIZVI
Ladies and (the occasional but much cherished) gentlemen, welcome to Friday.
Friday is the day of the week that got freaky. The day where some of us get to go casual. Once a year it’s officially Good and every now and then it turns 13 and goes all ‘black cats walking under ladders made of smashed mirrors’ on us.
It is also the one and only day of the week that has a style of cooked eggs in its name. And I’m sure that that is in some way, significant.
BUT most importantly, here at Mamamia, Friday is when we come together to celebrate each others’ triumphs and to seek comfort from our friends if we have suffered a loss. Here are my best and worst for the week.
Best: On Wednesday I flew back to my beautiful but freezing hometown of Canberra and stayed for all of about 12 hours. It was absolutely worth it. I rocked the ‘demented fairy biker chic’ look at the annual Press Gallery Ball – stay tuned for THAT on the runways of Paris and Milan in the coming months. And I got to catch up with some wonderful friends. You know those people who you don’t see very often but when you do, you just pick up where you left off and it’s as if you were never apart?
Worst: Boxes. It’s the ultimate first world problem to complain that you have too much stuff to unpack when you’ve just moved house, right? Well, I don’t care. I’m going to own it. I am so sick to death of boxes. In my life, boxes are everywhere. There seems to be no rhyme or reason as to how there can be THIS many boxes. Also, no remotely sensible method appears to have been employed (by me!) in the packing process.
Exhibit A: Last night I finally found my hairdryer. Where was it? In a crate filled with cereal bowls, old law textbooks, Christmas decorations and pillow cases. Logic is not my strong point. When a box arrives in the mail at the Mamamia offices these days, I can be found hiding in the corner, in fetal position, rocking back and forward. Please let this be over soon.
What were your best and worst bits of the week?