So there are a couple of things that happened these last few days that I wanted to share with The Internets so this might seem a bit of a potluck of thoughts and that is, because it really is just a potluck of thoughts.

Part -1-

So there has been one constant in my life since I remember myself:

IKEA

One of my early memories is me being sleepy in my mom’s arms while my dad is slaving over our new Ikea beds, putting them together in our new apartment in Stockholm. Ah.. that bed stayed with me for many years.. and that bed saw me grow up and become a Young Lady, albeit not very proper.

Fast Forward a few years to my first apartment and me bringing Ikea stuff from my business trip to Stockholm to dress the apartment in Thessaloniki Greece..

Fast Forward to London UK where going to Ikea was a day’s worth of trip and we rented a car for it with my, now, beloved hubby who right there and then realised that I will never have enough candles.

Fast Forward to Vancouver Canada where we bought our first bed together.

Fast Forward to Singapore sitting in an empty den waiting for an Ikea delivery while I am waisting time on Facebook.

Fast Forward to San Francisco realising that Ikea is self check-out and I squeal in enjoyment for not having to interact with a cashier.. bleep.. bleeeeap..

I don’t care what people say about Ikea, it has a special place in my heart.

Part -Deux-

So there is one thing that holds true when you go for an interview in Apparel/Fashion:

You do not need to know the exact address. Just the approximate area.

Normally for a detail freak like me, not having the step by step map with a picture of the street and the door is a situation that would be less than ideal and would cause me to leave home two hours early just to ensure I get there on time and at the right place (which incidentaly led me to Part -3-).

But there is a universal truth about Clothing People.

You just have to see where the people with the Cool Factor are going towards. See that guy with the fedora and the torn tee, thin belt and pointy shoes? That is a designer. See the woman who walks tall, wears funky clothes but is quite measured and has kick ass glasses? She is a Buyer. The ones that look out of place in their own cool clothes? Those are IT and Admin people trying to catch up. The tech people (like myself) tend to be more practical and go for more style pieces rather than fashion pieces.. or maybe I am flattering myself ;)

Everyone in the Fashion world has her/his place. And you can spot them from afar. It is as if we have invisible tattoos on our foreheads that only we can see and passing each other on the street, in an airport we nod and walk away because there can only be One.

One of my first managers used to bet me during trips abroad in airports.. “See that guy over there? He is a designer.. watch this”.. and she would walk up to him, hand him her card and then he would hand her his Designer of X company card and I would be left thinking “WOW! Will I ever be that good!”

Maybe I will be.. who knows.

Part -3-

One of my biggest stresses in life and that takes up a lot of my time preparing for when I go out (for whatever reason) is getting lost.

And this is almost certain for a person with an internal compass of a humming bird on speed (oh oh! I saw a couple of humming birds today above me in a tree.. so shweet!)

I get lost in my own apartment building and I am not exaggerating here people!

So after much deliberation, I got an iPhone. Yes, I do know of all the cons. And yes, it looks pretty cool nesting next to my flushed winter cheeks and reflecting my cool Christian Dior sunglasses. Yes, I tend to be a visual person. Unlike a lot of females out there. If I see, I feel. Her name is Bebe, she is black and shiny and gives me all the internets I want, all the time at a standard fee. She is a whore.. but I love her. She pinpoints me and tells me where to go next, while letting me know of my appointments, singing to me and relaying the voices of other people magically. She calls it Phoning.

Music of the moment:

Honey Honey, Abba