Whatever happened to Cakes McCain?

cupMeet the grand master of procrastination and the poster-girl for lazy. Everyday for weeks (OK, months), I had planned my return to the blogsphere, however I just never got around to it, and felt like for the most part, life was actually too good to report back.  Even returning to ‘the old country’ for a week last February with it’s blip of inspiration via Mediterranean air, amazing food, and ever-present population of MacDaddy creeps and crappy blue Fiats were not sufficient enough inspiration to ruffle my goat and get me off my lazy rump to even remotely kick-start any half-assed creative effort.

Italian wonder-dog extraordinare: ‘Riba-Jane Pepper-Paw’

Incidentally while I wasn’t stuffing my face with Pizza Margherita and Pistachio-flavoured gelato,  I was arranging for the adoption a 3-legged canine to add to my fur-family, thus the inevitable growing number of dog-hair tumble-weeds that seem to float in suspended animation from one side of my living room to the other, and the renegade hairs that end up sticking to my underwear.

Alas, what can I say? Life is not too shabby at the moment. It’s a far yodel from my old Italian hood. My gripes are more of the ‘civilized world’ variety, and I assure you all that during my hiatus from the blogsphere I have not adopted religious fanaticism, bared my breasts in McDonald’s, or shaved my head and declared sweatpants as my standard uniform. There is no extreme angst, drama, or deal-breaking cultural differences. How could I not love a nation of tweed-wearing gentlemen that instead of using the words: fuck, screw, slam, bang – substitute them with such whimsical vocabulary as rumpy-pumpy and jiggery-pokery?

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It has officially been 1 year in my new English hood aka. ‘The Best Place to Live in Britain 2013,’ while simultaneously travelling the road of mature relationship. Here in my own abode with my Italian hunting dogs, and no longer imposing on the hospitality of Sir English within the confines of his micro man-cave with creepy velvet hand chair. That too-close-for comfort scenario being no Von Trapp singers’ picnic for either of us, as I was forced to share space with old transit tickets, waiting-to-be-recycled padded envelopes, greeting cards from holidays past, 21 coffee mugs, several model cars, a lava lamp, and 12 months of Belinda Carlisle circa 2002.

He may be mad about you, but this man-cave is not big enough for the both of us.

'The Crappy Blue Fiat.'

Be gone blue crap-wagon!

The sight of this horrid automobile that had infiltrated my pristine suburban British neighborhood was but a gentle reminder that crappy blue Fiats and the MacDaddy Creeps that own them, have helped mold the person I am today. I have unintentionally swapped the standard  cringe-inducing Italian ‘man-child’ along with their sub-standard autos, for a plethora of slick classic cars, posh accents, costuming up for a cornucopia  of fab festivals, and more often than not often getting really inspired by all the awesomeness.

We occasionally min-road trip and do all kinds of really cool shit where I get to dress up…

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vintage affair may 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So what now Cakes McCain? The fate of ‘Pasta for One?’ When essentially now it’s ‘Tea for Two?’  Not long ago I met my ‘blogfamily’ sister for some quality time in the big city, and we discussed just this.  Her personal take: “I haven’t written in the blog ages. Things are different now. Life’s evolved and I’m not that ‘character’ any more.” This was a notion seeming all too familiar. Was my editorial-therapy, only temporary? Was my creativity fueled by angst and frustration? Maybe I’ll think about it tomorrow…

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About Cakes McCain

Aka. 'Oliver Twist with Furniture and Diamonds' Ex-pat, lunatic, survivor - A Bridget Jones/Shirley Valentine hybrid, epically flawed, neurotic literary ‘dirty apple’ with a penchant for broad shoulders, epic orgasms, & lazy Sunday mornings eating cake in bed. Almost always broken-hearted, forever analysing everything to a bloody pulp and eternally obessing over 'Pasta for One - The Manuscript' a chick-lit memoir about living single in fabulous Italy, while trying not to throw yourself in front of a speeding bus.
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9 Responses to Whatever happened to Cakes McCain?

  1. Personally,,,I really like the British Cakes,,,,,she’s much more “fab and posh”!

  2. Hey, I’m just glad you are doing well Cakes! I was worried about you. 🙂

  3. Grace says:

    I’m a new followers and an old blogger. Well, if a 10 year stink is really “old”…May be more like Middle Aged. Anyway, over that time I have taken a number of breaks…every time I do I wonder “why did I leave?” Quickly followed by, “why did I come back?” Blogging has changed so much over the years. Now with people reading on phones and iPads and such, it seems the LIKE but tun has replaced so much of the wonder interaction I use to experience when people took the time to comment. It’s always a wonderful thing when the pull of real life is stronger than the pull to record it…for me, anyway 🙂

  4. MJ says:

    I am so very happy for you. A big hug from me to you, dearest! xoxoxoxo

  5. puddinggirl says:

    I have been away like you. It doesn’t mean that I am having a writer’s block of some sort because first of all I don’t call myself a writer , neither considered one. In fact I have few drafts saved somewhere but life recently is so overwhelming that I find myself reading the blogs that I follow rather than writing one for my followers. So, I’m glad that you are back, I did wonder how you were and I am looking forward to more posts! Cheers!

  6. SweetBabyJ says:

    Hey Cakes, it’s been a loooong time! Good to hear things are going well and you are happy; relatively speaking, of course. Very happy to hear of your new three-legged addition! Carry on Cakes…

  7. trjensen says:

    Hello my dear friend. I am soooo happy for you. I would hate if you were gone, gone but I am so happy life is treating you well. I’ve just recently started blogging again but thought of you often when I wasn’t. I glad you are happy beautiful.

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