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Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Holiday! Celebrate!! I have had that song in my head this morning and I can't understand why. Perhaps it's because I-NEED-A-HOLIDAY!! It's bitterly cold here, I'm sure I am getting vitamin D deficient from lack of sunlight and well, I just need to get away.

So where would I like to go? Hmm. That's pretty easy for me. I'm a beach person. I'm also a luxury and comfort person - that is, you won't catch me in a tent or a caravan park for nuts. Why? I like amenities. Baths, showers, extra robes, hot chocolate and cable tv. Don't judge me, that's just the way I roll. And... I'm a golf person. Anyone who has read my blog knows that. Actually a golf nut is more to the point.














What kind of a place ticks all the boxes? Myrtle Beach Accommodation - the average high for Myrtle Beach in July is around 91F (33C) and average low is 71F (22C). The Myrtle Beach Accommodations overlook the sea and the beach is only a short shuffle away. But the big drawcard for me would be the golf courses - Robert Trent Jones, Greg Norman, Jack Nicklaus and Arnold Palmer have, amongst notable others, contributed to the design of the Myrtle Beach golf courses. Tidewater golf course (also known as the "Pebble Beach of the East") would be my pick for a round. Myrtle Beach Hotels have a number of golf packages that include rooms, green fees and breakfast. Heaven!!




Brought to you by Horizon Myrtle Beach
I was vee-eery tired last night, having only had approximately two hours each night for the last three nights. In my sleepy half-eyes open half-eyes closed state I started to notice the political commentator speaking on the current affairs program on the ABC (or was it SBS? I can't remember). My attention zoned in, not on the man himself or what he was saying, but the desk behind him. On the desk was the cutest thing - a mouse pad that looked like an afghan rug. I wasn't actually sure if these things existed or if tiredness had got the better of me and I had started hallucinating.

Not so:

Ta da!!














Pictured are Antique Red Afghan, Lori-Pambak and Turkoman Bokhara styles. They look so perfect on those dark wood Sherlock Holmes-type desks.





Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Belt buckles tell a lot about one's individuality. They can display political leanings, sport affiliations, music tastes and technology interests. Take for example these Star Wars classic belt buckle and one of the most endearing characters of these movies, R2D2.














These belt buckles just might make a perfect addition to my new geek chic look. We all love Star Wars, it's just that us nerds are comfortable enough in ourselves to admit it. It's okay to let out the inner nerd. It's good for you. If you don't, you could be sublimating the inner geek by pumping too much iron or getting insecure and injecting collagen every four hours.
But I digress.










Pewter Cassette Belt Buckle

I love cassettes and if you're anything like me, you probably miss them a bit. Why not commemorate the humble tape and give it the recognition it deserves - with an antique pewter plated cassette belt buckle.








AC/DC Belt Buckle
What more could you want? It's Australian, rock and well ...roll.

But you could also go for anything from The Ramones to Misfits, The Clash to Pink Floyd,

Or you could cross over between belt buckle genres. If you can't decide whether you want Bling, Rock or perhaps you want some Pirates of the Caribbean Love...

The answer?










A skull and crossbones belt buckle covered with four hundred black authentic Swarovski crystals. Of course!!

With any purchase of a belt buckle, there is also a bundled selection of belts available at an exceptional discount. There are so many belt buckles to choose from that you may find yourself overwhelmed by the choices. My pick?














Pinky!
The loveable but deadly nemesis of Pac Man. And of course Ms Pac Man. I love this buckle, I love the look, the cuteness, everything.

My only suggestion would be to make a reversible version in blue to represent the moment when Pac Man eats the power pill and renders Inky, Binky, Pinky and Clyde defenseless and flashing... hooo boy, am I showing my nerd stripes now. I think I'll go lie down now and listen to the soothing sounds of a computer tape screeching.