The gallivanting continues

Bliss is...

coming home from yoga to a table full of mummy-cooked food, 

and eating dinner with my girls.

Sunday: Jalan, Jalan cari makan

Today's weather: Perfect. Breezy, and approximately 23°c

Today's mood: Buoyant and very very very happy

We had a lovely Sunday enjoying a beautiful walk along the Bosphorus in Bebek - Must do

Ate a very hearty Turkish Breakfast for brunch at Gunaydin Rumeli Hisari - Highly recommended

Bought ice creams from Bebek mini dondurma for dessert - Highly recommended

Stopped for coffee at Bodrum Manti Cafe - Didn't try the food, so can't recommend, but it was nice

Talked, laughed and relaxed with my awesome family - Best thing ever

 

For daddy

Seafood dinner at Nevizade Sokak. Good times.

I'm so blessed

Kitoo's new bolster

The eagles have landed

Feeling fillings

Read this on Suanie's blog, laughed so hard, and HAD to share!!!

Q: Char shao pau and mantou went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried, but mantou didn’t cry. Why?
A: Cos mantou got no filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Da pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Da pau cried harder. Why?
A: Cos Da pau got more filling.

Q: Char shao pau and Kou rou pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried but Kou rou pau cried and cried and cannot stop crying. Why?
A: Cos Kou rou pau cannot contain his fillings.

Q: Char shao pau and Lin yong pau went to watch a sad movie. Char shao pau cried and cried but Lin yong pau laughed and laughed. Why?
A: Cos they got different filling.

*Still giggling*

Lunching with the ladies

Jacket: Etoile Isabel Marant/ Polka dotted top: Topshop/ Ciggarette pants: Topshop/

Flats: Topshop/ Bag: Heirloom

Meet KiToo

So, as you've probably figured out from my previous post, we recently adopted a kitten. I never thought I'd ever have another cat after this experience, but with the sudden abundance of wild kittens in the city, and Hubby's love for their big round eyes, I found myself helpless against his pleas, and have again allowed a furry being with smelly pee and poop to enter my pristine environment.

It took us quite a few days to name him and after getting to know him better, we (*ahem*) creatively came up with "Sticky Too", because like our old cat Sticky, this one's sticky, too.

I'm constantly amazed by the adaptability and affection that animals have to human beings, and how quickly they can warm up to their new environment despite being plucked from their natural habitat just like that. Kitoo (which is short for StickyToo), curled up to us and purred like he's known us forever since the day the hubs brought him home. After two showers, two visits to the vet and three nail cutting sessions where he wails like he's being tortured, he still comes back to us right after each ordeal, curls himself up in a ball on either one of our laps and purrs contentedly as he rubs his head against our palms.

But unlike Sticky who loved me best, KiToo's favourite seems to be his daddy. He wails and cries and runs to the door when the hubs leaves to work, wraps himself up in his shirt when he's not around, and actually runs to the door to welcome him when he gets back from work!

 *with Hubby's t-shirt

There's no end to this story. In fact, I think this might be a beginning of a series of KiToo posts. Meowr!

How low?

So, after years and years of thinking and talking about it (especially after a disastrous, and highly boring first session almost 10 years ago where I wanted to rip my hair out as I breathed in and out very very very slowly), I finally took the plunge and signed up for yoga classes two weeks ago.

As you can see, my back's not so flexible. And this is as far as I could make it down last week. Wonder how long it would take for my palms to really touch the ground?

  Top: Reiss long cotton T / Pants: Nike Running Dri-Fit

Spring Styling

Nautical overload. But I like. 

Bag: Isaac Mizrahi for Target (from a million years ago)/ Skirt: SONIA by Sonia Rykiel/ Shoes: Lacoste (for men) - yes, yes, I have big feet. Thank god men have become so much more fashionable and effeminate (I say this with love and affection) these days. And oh! What I'd do to get my hands on a pair of spiky Loubi-dudes.

What's new, pussycat?

Literally.