All my blogging time lately has been taken up with this.

Game of Thrones is 801 pages long and I need to have it finished by February 9 for the bookclub I joined especially so I would read it.

I've made a fair dent, but it's taken some pretty committed reading. That makes it sound like a chore, which it is in part. Not because it's not a fantastic story full of fascinating characters, but because I already watched the TV series and know everything that's going to happen.

So, some images of what I've been up to inbetween devouring 413 pages of text since I last posted.

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My Orly thinner arrived.

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So far, this summer is shaping up to be an absolutely blissful antidote to the last two summers.

The horrendous humidity and torrential downpours, interspersed with weeks of 40 degree days that typified the summers of '09 and '10 made me utterly miserable and frankly, dreading this summer.

But the perfectly balmy 24 – 26 degrees we seem to hover around (with the exception of last week's heatwave) in Melbourne keeps me in a perpetual good mood.

There are a few other things that put a smile on my face today.

Like this flower given to me by a little old man while I was waiting for coffee.

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I used to keep a diary, many many moons ago.

I was always a terrible diarist, though. I'd have intentions of writing every night and then collapse into bed, promising myself, "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will write."

The problem was I thought I had to write about "the Big Things" that happened to me. What I thought of Life's big questions, how I was changing, how I wanted to change, where my life would take me, etc. etc.

Who wants to do that every night?

Ruminating on the Big Things happens – to me – in passing thoughts snatched in the shower, in traffic, while daydreaming, or in conversation with someone in an equally thoughtful mood.

I enjoy talking about the deeper things when the mood strikes, but I don't really enjoy writing about them. I can never seem to collect my thoughts into anything not resembling an incoherent, pitiful rambling mess.

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Well, I suppose that's an inaccurate title for a post, because clearly I haven't tried every coffee in Melbourne. But I have drunk a lot of coffee in the inner city areas where people tend to go with the express purpose of drinking it.

And while a burnt or bitter brew will often leave me snorting about Melbourne's proclaimed title as Coffee Capital of Australia, travelling interstate does make me appreciate the ease with which you can generally find a decent coffee – often only steps apart – in this city.

Ultimately, though, it all comes down to personal taste, and mine keeps pulling me back to one place – Market Lane at the Prahran market.

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One of the lifestyle changes I made a little while back, when I began my journey to beautiful skin, was starting my day with lemon juice in warm water.

I also ordered a glass straw from Glass Dharma so I could protect the environment while I protected my teeth.

As soon as it arrived, I fell instantly in love.

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Thanks to all the readers who entered the Gifts for Kiki Chaos Readers giveaway.

It was lovely to put names to some of you

So, using a very sophisticated drawing method, I now have 4 winners.

Perfume

missy, you could wear a new Dior perfume every weekday if you wanted!

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I've been planning to do this for ages, but have been very slack at getting around to taking the photos.

But last week, when Mr K was in New Zealand for work, he brought me back this lovely gift.

Poor guy.

He forgot that I can't wear perfume.

So he (albeit a bit sadly) agreed to me offering it as part of my Kiki Chaos gifts to readers.

Do you wear – or want to wear – Dior perfumes?

This still-in-its-wrapper box has 5 x 5ml bottles of Miss Dior Cherie, Dolce Vita, j'adore, Hypnotic Poison and Dior Addict 2.

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We didn't really make it far from home this weekend.

For once we had absolutely nothing planned, and no commitments, so it was wonderful to just potter.

I dragged Mr K out of the house at around 3 on Saturday, cos I wanted to get my fringe trimmed at my hairdresser in Albert Park.

But he was closed, so we ended up wandering around Bridport Street instead.

Always, always a dangerous thing to do.

We ended up here.

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So, apparently I have to twitter.

Not "have to" in an "everybody else is doing it, so I should too" kind of way.

In a "my boss said I have to" kind of way.

He actually said, "Kiki, you really need to start using Twitter."

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It's not that I don't get it.

Obviously, from where I sit, Social Media is where it's at.

The thing is, I'm afraid.

I'm just not sure I want to be this guy.

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