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My favorites from their website:
Feel free to send me one of each. While I drool.
Though visiting U.A.E last year in December 2010 with Mr.muzzylim as a married woman was quite unreal, I did love each and every moment of our visit. Here’s a little trip down the memory lane and paying tribute to a country now celebrating 40 years on 2nd December 2011. Here’s to U.A.E.
Photographs courtesy Mr.Muzzylim, Nabil Fahim and me.
I have been listening to Kolaveri on the loop for a week now, humming it, dancing to it and changing lyrics to make my own version, there is nothing wrong with that but I decided to give it a break and replace it with my former song addiction.
Moral of the post- I am still an addict relapsing to a previous song addiction. #FAIL.
……and we did.
The soft lighting and the decor just adds to the dreaminess of this place….
I wanted to jump in the pile just like Uncle Scrooges signature dive into his money!
By the time we were leaving we figured we would like nothing more but to own a bookshop just like this once we retire. Spending day in and day out in our small dream shop.
Introducing The Ravenna!
Though I swore not to get caught up in the UGG’s trap I have to admit I have been successfully seduced by the ravenna. They were unlike so many other boots that I had tried on, the tall riding boots I felt were too flat and didn’t look pretty, the other dressier boots were difficult to put on and take off, Mr. Muzzylim had to help peel the boots off, some had a weird zipper on the side, some pinched the ankle. Finally when Mr.Muzzylim grabbed me these to try on I was hesitant at first but loved them the minute I put my feet in to them…not only were they comfortable and easy to walk in but also fit my dream boots slot. Although they are way out of my price range collecting for these lookers doesn’t seem too bad an idea. 🙂
Update: Mr.Muzzylim surprised me by gifting me the dreamy pair in stout and my are they gorgeous!!! I pranced around the house wearing them and even contemplated sleeping in them…but Mr.Muzzylim convinced me otherwise. Will update you guys on how the UGG’s hold up in the coming months 🙂
We all know that marriage takes work. But how often have you heard someone say:
“But they’re supposed to be in the Honeymoon Period???”
Let me clarify that myth. There is NO Honeymoon. Sure there are fun things about the early days. (Wow I really do have new and interesting insight about Neverending Story and Electric Company! Thanks for loving that about me!) But there are some darn tough things too. (Wait what do you mean by these eggs are delicious??? You hate them don’t you?!)
A wee bit into our marriage I realized that never changes. You’ll always have some things that take a little effort – and some things that’s are thankfully effortless. Whether you’ve been married a day or a decade.
So I implore you – those of you that have unmarried siblings, friends or bystanders that you hear say things like “aren’t the early days supposed to be easy?!?” – tell them sure. But it’s also supposed to be work at the same time.
If you get married expecting not to be challenged, to be pushed – you’re not expecting the right things.
But by the same token – you’ll be shocked at how easy some things you expected to be difficult just disappear into the ether (I could never share a bathroom or I can’t be one of those people that spends hours in the kitchen etc. etc.).
So maybe what I think you should advocate to people not in to know – the Honeymoon Period never ends!
If you look at things the right way.
You’ve never raised your voice.
But you’ve definitely raised mine.
– Mrs. Muzzylim
– Mr. Muzzylim.
Will let Mrs. Muzzylim upload hers below ;). But I think I might know what it is.
Update: Mrs. Muzzylim’s Patronus is a dreamy Frenchman with a knife:
Of course it’s Eric Ripert of “le bernardin”. A chef with an accent as thick and indulgent as most of his sauces.
Easily one of the best meals we’ve ever had was at le bernardin. My only warning is that going there may ruin food elsewhere – anywhere.
You know that scene in Contact when Jodie Foster sees the infinite beauty of space and gasps “Should’ve…. sent… a poet!”? Yep that’s what happens when you eat Ripert’s food. Will upload pictures in the next post. (Yes – we were that couple who were sneaking pictures in a fine dining restaurant and sharing food).