Lovley Carl got up to Scotland safely- despite my fears of him being 'blizzarded' as I put it last night. He woke me up with a kiss and some tea at around half four this morning so I could wave him off. I dozed for what I thought was a couple of hours...but when I got out of the shower I realised that it was only half five! So I am sitting in the library, and it is quiet, and my eyes are heavy, and I almost feel that I could just find a quiet corner where the old books are, rest my head against them and go to sleep.
I left a light on at home this morning so our little flat won't be dark when I get home. Within ten minutes of Carl leaving though, I seem to have broken the alarm clock, so I am slightly worried about that for tomorrow! (Push that button down to the bottom then up one, and this button all the way down. Simple you would think? Pah!)
We had a dusting of snow at lunch time, all at once whirling, whirling, swirling around, but then quite suddenly, gone. Still, I did buy a small bar of chocolate so I can make myself orange hot chocolate to have while I watch Gordon Ramsay and keep our little snake company tonight!
It really is the most divine recipe, from Country Kitchen magazine. I have tweaked it a little, and will post it tomorrow. If I ever wake up having broken the alarm clock!
Tuesday, 28 February 2006
Monday, 27 February 2006
Red lips, red nails, red wine...black dress!
I woke up Sunday morning decidedly delicate, after a night of red wine and dancing, but it felt so decadent to have been out dancing until past midnight! I recovered with a cup of tea in a hot bath with the wonderful Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice before tripping off to a lunch party in my new high heels!
Oh the party was lovely, quite lovely. It was a 60th birthday for a lady at work, and all her friends and family were there, and people from work, and there was such a wonderful atmosphere. I arrived bundled up against the cold in my long black coat and a big dark pink feather boa-y scarf I knitted. Underneath? A really good copy of the Roland Mouret Galaxy Dress in black, with a black beaded bracelet tied up with a black bow, and the most divine shoes. They were high, black velvet sling backs, with a peep toe and bow on each. I did the red lips red nails thing (thank heavens it was cold, my nail polish set quickly!) and after a little frantic dabbing of glue, managed to get my left false eyelash stuck on.
Doesnt it sound over the top a bit? But I did feel fabulous. Especially as a) the whole outfit cost under £35! and b) the shoes were two sizes smaller than I would normally take and c) the dress was a size 16! Hurrah! Oh, and the dress looked hideous on the hanger, worse going on, but as the last bit of the zipper zipped, it seemd to just work!
I think someone was taking photos that night- if any come to light I shall attempt to post it, so you can see the lovely kind dress!
Lovely Carl is flying to Scotland this week for three days for his job. (I like to say 'on business', doesn't that sound grand?!) I am currently worried about the snow we have been predicted for this week. I have visions of his being snowed in at Scotland, or the plane being blizzarded upon and all manner of similar nasties. I have found out a rather good pair of gloves that are tiny, but when you put them on, they magically stretch to accomodate your hands! And in a cheery pink to match my scarf. So with that and my stash of tea bags I am all prepared to do battle with the elements...and to sit and worry about Carl!
Oh the party was lovely, quite lovely. It was a 60th birthday for a lady at work, and all her friends and family were there, and people from work, and there was such a wonderful atmosphere. I arrived bundled up against the cold in my long black coat and a big dark pink feather boa-y scarf I knitted. Underneath? A really good copy of the Roland Mouret Galaxy Dress in black, with a black beaded bracelet tied up with a black bow, and the most divine shoes. They were high, black velvet sling backs, with a peep toe and bow on each. I did the red lips red nails thing (thank heavens it was cold, my nail polish set quickly!) and after a little frantic dabbing of glue, managed to get my left false eyelash stuck on.
Doesnt it sound over the top a bit? But I did feel fabulous. Especially as a) the whole outfit cost under £35! and b) the shoes were two sizes smaller than I would normally take and c) the dress was a size 16! Hurrah! Oh, and the dress looked hideous on the hanger, worse going on, but as the last bit of the zipper zipped, it seemd to just work!
I think someone was taking photos that night- if any come to light I shall attempt to post it, so you can see the lovely kind dress!
Lovely Carl is flying to Scotland this week for three days for his job. (I like to say 'on business', doesn't that sound grand?!) I am currently worried about the snow we have been predicted for this week. I have visions of his being snowed in at Scotland, or the plane being blizzarded upon and all manner of similar nasties. I have found out a rather good pair of gloves that are tiny, but when you put them on, they magically stretch to accomodate your hands! And in a cheery pink to match my scarf. So with that and my stash of tea bags I am all prepared to do battle with the elements...and to sit and worry about Carl!
Friday, 24 February 2006
Quest
I forgot to mention that walking to work yesterday was like walking in a snow globe that had just been shaken up! It turned to sleet by lunchtime, and now, it is just cold....hot cocoa is just begging to be made!
I have been invited to a party Saturday night. Oh, I love parties! A lot of my favourite people will be there. But here is the problem. I have a vision of what I shall wear in my head, so clear, it is almost like a photo. I shall curl my hair, paint my nails and lips red, put on my fluttery eyelashes, and be wearing a soft, soft black wrap dress, and my red jewelry that lovely Carls lovely parents bought me for Christmas. Either that, or a soft long black skirt, and a black top with red embroidery on the front.
The problem with this? Alas, I can find nothing in the shops like it! There is one dress in Marks and Spencer that would do....but it clings the slightest bit too much to the round of my tummy to make me feel fabulous. And I do, I do so want to feel fabulous.
The back up plan? A red shirt unlike anything in my wardrobe that I have seen in Evans. The problem with that, is that it needs trousers, and I don't do trousers. Never, ever, ever. Apart from pyjamas. The last time I wore trousers in public was to do the Moonwalk Marathon two years ago. Failing that, I have a pale pink top, that ties around the neck, a little bit like the top half of that white dress that Marilyn Monroe wore. But it needs a sparkly pink brooch to go with it, and either a long cream or maybe black skirt.
And just one lunch hour to narrow it down, and purchase whatever it is that I shall purchase.....what a mission!
Wish me luck!
(I should mention that I am not nearly as obsessed with shopping as my last few posts would have you believe! I have not had a new outfit in quite a while, and this is our first party in a while too...so think kindly of me!)
I have been invited to a party Saturday night. Oh, I love parties! A lot of my favourite people will be there. But here is the problem. I have a vision of what I shall wear in my head, so clear, it is almost like a photo. I shall curl my hair, paint my nails and lips red, put on my fluttery eyelashes, and be wearing a soft, soft black wrap dress, and my red jewelry that lovely Carls lovely parents bought me for Christmas. Either that, or a soft long black skirt, and a black top with red embroidery on the front.
The problem with this? Alas, I can find nothing in the shops like it! There is one dress in Marks and Spencer that would do....but it clings the slightest bit too much to the round of my tummy to make me feel fabulous. And I do, I do so want to feel fabulous.
The back up plan? A red shirt unlike anything in my wardrobe that I have seen in Evans. The problem with that, is that it needs trousers, and I don't do trousers. Never, ever, ever. Apart from pyjamas. The last time I wore trousers in public was to do the Moonwalk Marathon two years ago. Failing that, I have a pale pink top, that ties around the neck, a little bit like the top half of that white dress that Marilyn Monroe wore. But it needs a sparkly pink brooch to go with it, and either a long cream or maybe black skirt.
And just one lunch hour to narrow it down, and purchase whatever it is that I shall purchase.....what a mission!
Wish me luck!
(I should mention that I am not nearly as obsessed with shopping as my last few posts would have you believe! I have not had a new outfit in quite a while, and this is our first party in a while too...so think kindly of me!)
Thursday, 23 February 2006
Covet, covet
I have been walking into work since Carl started his new job, and my route takes me (well, the route I have chosen for this very reason, takes me) past Yum Yum Jelly, a delightful little shop, three stories tall and narrow, with beautiful purple carpets. They sell what can only be described as delightful fripperies that make my heart sing. Think Paul and Joe makeup, beautiful ice lolly moulds with vintage flowers on them, all kinds of such things. And the window displays are beautiful.
For the last two weeks I have had my eye firmly fixed upon a fig candle by Ecoudray. They had one burning last time I was in. At £7.50 it is not eye wateringly expensive, but just enough to make me wait for pay day before I indulged.
And today, praise be, is pay day. So I went in, and not only did I come out with my beautiful fig candle, but a lovley glass which I shall use to put our toothbrushes in. It has a delightful scalloped lip, and is at once chunky enough to be robust, but strangely delicate at the same time. It was in the sale, also.
My other pay day indulgence, that I am going to save up for next week (I have a day off) is this vase I have seen in Woolworths of all places. It comes in pink or cream, and is quite short, with a bulbous bottom (!) and a thin neck, and will look wonderful with a single luscious peony, or an overblown rose in it. And at just £3, a bargain I think.
Tonight I am going to have a lovely bath, then light my new candle and read for half an hour in bed. I love having a bed time candle.
I do love the pleasure of a spontaneous purchase, the serendipitous find, but equally, I love the anticipation and the coveting stage of little treasures!
For the last two weeks I have had my eye firmly fixed upon a fig candle by Ecoudray. They had one burning last time I was in. At £7.50 it is not eye wateringly expensive, but just enough to make me wait for pay day before I indulged.
And today, praise be, is pay day. So I went in, and not only did I come out with my beautiful fig candle, but a lovley glass which I shall use to put our toothbrushes in. It has a delightful scalloped lip, and is at once chunky enough to be robust, but strangely delicate at the same time. It was in the sale, also.
My other pay day indulgence, that I am going to save up for next week (I have a day off) is this vase I have seen in Woolworths of all places. It comes in pink or cream, and is quite short, with a bulbous bottom (!) and a thin neck, and will look wonderful with a single luscious peony, or an overblown rose in it. And at just £3, a bargain I think.
Tonight I am going to have a lovely bath, then light my new candle and read for half an hour in bed. I love having a bed time candle.
I do love the pleasure of a spontaneous purchase, the serendipitous find, but equally, I love the anticipation and the coveting stage of little treasures!
Tuesday, 21 February 2006
A Lunch Time of Sleet and Selecting From the Shelves
Often, at lunch time, I like to get out and about for a breath of fresh air. You see, the library where I work is technically the basement level of the building. Although there are windows at the back and sides, we are so big that we get very little natural light, and no proper ventilation.
But today, my constitutional was thwarted by an icy shower of sleet. (You see, I did say that it was my fault I had chased away the Spring with my spring cleaning, and this is my punishment!)So instead, I decided to choose myself a few new books to read from the library shelves. Working in a library, you often see books in passing, but tend to neglect setting aside some time for delicious browsing and choosing. I headed for the Classics section. It amuses me how many friends are there- Jane Austen of Course, Elizabeth Gaskell, Elizabeth Von Arnim too- and all of these ladies make me laugh out loud with their writing, but there they are, filed away under Classics which I fear is such a bad disguise for them. I wonder how many people pass them buy expecting them to be grown up and hard, when they are really such fun?
Anyway, I chose out Miss Petigrew Lives For A Day, as I have been coveting it since it appeared in the delightful Persephone Books catalogue, and also the collected short stories of Colette. I plan on reading Miss Petigrew as my book as it were, and have Colette at bed time.
I am also happily knitting away at the moment on little Easter Chicks. I am sure I have mentioned these before, but I am so taken with these that I shall talk a little more about them. They knit up in an hour or less, and then you give them little felt eyes and a beak, a little jaunty ribbon bow around her neck, and a little dear ribbon bonnet. (Then comes the stuffing them with a little chocolate egg!) I am so looking forward to going to the haberdashery stall in our market and choosing the bonnet ribbons and the neck ribbons!
The pattern is really quite easy, if you can do knit stitch, knit two together, and increase. I am finding this project particularly satisfying as it is a pattern I have adapted from a chick that my Gran knitted for me. I am willing to share if anyone would like to have a go? Just let me know!
I finish work late tonight- 7, which I suppose is not so very late, but having worked since 9 it seems late- but anyway, tonight will find me on my sofa, knitting and reading by candlelight, and listening to the sleet on the windows.
But today, my constitutional was thwarted by an icy shower of sleet. (You see, I did say that it was my fault I had chased away the Spring with my spring cleaning, and this is my punishment!)So instead, I decided to choose myself a few new books to read from the library shelves. Working in a library, you often see books in passing, but tend to neglect setting aside some time for delicious browsing and choosing. I headed for the Classics section. It amuses me how many friends are there- Jane Austen of Course, Elizabeth Gaskell, Elizabeth Von Arnim too- and all of these ladies make me laugh out loud with their writing, but there they are, filed away under Classics which I fear is such a bad disguise for them. I wonder how many people pass them buy expecting them to be grown up and hard, when they are really such fun?
Anyway, I chose out Miss Petigrew Lives For A Day, as I have been coveting it since it appeared in the delightful Persephone Books catalogue, and also the collected short stories of Colette. I plan on reading Miss Petigrew as my book as it were, and have Colette at bed time.
I am also happily knitting away at the moment on little Easter Chicks. I am sure I have mentioned these before, but I am so taken with these that I shall talk a little more about them. They knit up in an hour or less, and then you give them little felt eyes and a beak, a little jaunty ribbon bow around her neck, and a little dear ribbon bonnet. (Then comes the stuffing them with a little chocolate egg!) I am so looking forward to going to the haberdashery stall in our market and choosing the bonnet ribbons and the neck ribbons!
The pattern is really quite easy, if you can do knit stitch, knit two together, and increase. I am finding this project particularly satisfying as it is a pattern I have adapted from a chick that my Gran knitted for me. I am willing to share if anyone would like to have a go? Just let me know!
I finish work late tonight- 7, which I suppose is not so very late, but having worked since 9 it seems late- but anyway, tonight will find me on my sofa, knitting and reading by candlelight, and listening to the sleet on the windows.
Monday, 20 February 2006
Delectable Day
There are so many scrumptious words in the world, that it is sometimes difficult to remember them all and give them all a fair airing. Every now and then, I will read something and think, why don’t I use that word more often?
And this morning when I was visiting the lovely blog of Vintage Pretty, www.vintagepretty.blogspot.com I saw the word delectable, and had such a moment. Musing further bought me to the conclusion that delectable is just the word to describe my Sunday.
Sundays are always precious days to me, partly because it is the one day I never have to work. This weekend I had to work Saturday, and we were fairly rushed off of our feet in the library, so I was all ready to wring every bit of loveliness out of Sunday as I could!
We started by going to the Farm Shop, where I showed what I consider to be Herculean restraint, by not buying the Violet Creams. (When I got home and discovered a Carl shaped mouse has been nibbling on my mint creams, and left me with buy one to last the week, I regretted this restraint somewhat!) I love buying from the Farm shop. We then flitted into town, where I spied the perfect Carl shirt in Burtons (pale blue and with stripes) and on the sale rail no less. Then we saw Casanova, and we very nearly had the cinema to ourselves. So I ignored the fact that another couple had come in to, and pretended to myself that we had hired the whole place. I enjoyed the film very much- oh, but it made me sigh for Venice! And although I would certainly not turn down a trip to Venice now, what I am really sighing for is a trip to Venice then, with the beautiful period dresses, and the fireworks, and the romance of it all!
When we got home, I was probably more excited than it is reasonable to be, to discover that most of my bunch of daffodils has opened! And despite it being only a little past 3, I got into my pyjamas and resolved to stay in them for the rest of the day. I baked a banana cake for lovely Carl to take in slices in his lunch box, I made some macaroons to take into work today (I think Monday mornings need sweetening up a little!) and then I made pork with beans for dinner. We listened to Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix on tape in the living room, while I knitted away on the latest in my little clutch of Easter chicks. In general, we pottered about all evening, which ended with a scrumptious bath, and the end of my Passenger to Frankfurt Agatha Christie novel.
All in all a delectable day.
Several months ago, one of my friends and I decided that we would use more Austen-esque language in our daily lives. So, when amused, we would say ‘how excessively diverting!’ and so on. Don’t we sound terribly silly? But what is life if you cannot spread a little happy silliness in it?! And now I am going to try and use more lovely words. Delectable is at the top of my list. Scrumptious I am rather liberal with already. What other lovely words can I start peppering my life with?
And this morning when I was visiting the lovely blog of Vintage Pretty, www.vintagepretty.blogspot.com I saw the word delectable, and had such a moment. Musing further bought me to the conclusion that delectable is just the word to describe my Sunday.
Sundays are always precious days to me, partly because it is the one day I never have to work. This weekend I had to work Saturday, and we were fairly rushed off of our feet in the library, so I was all ready to wring every bit of loveliness out of Sunday as I could!
We started by going to the Farm Shop, where I showed what I consider to be Herculean restraint, by not buying the Violet Creams. (When I got home and discovered a Carl shaped mouse has been nibbling on my mint creams, and left me with buy one to last the week, I regretted this restraint somewhat!) I love buying from the Farm shop. We then flitted into town, where I spied the perfect Carl shirt in Burtons (pale blue and with stripes) and on the sale rail no less. Then we saw Casanova, and we very nearly had the cinema to ourselves. So I ignored the fact that another couple had come in to, and pretended to myself that we had hired the whole place. I enjoyed the film very much- oh, but it made me sigh for Venice! And although I would certainly not turn down a trip to Venice now, what I am really sighing for is a trip to Venice then, with the beautiful period dresses, and the fireworks, and the romance of it all!
When we got home, I was probably more excited than it is reasonable to be, to discover that most of my bunch of daffodils has opened! And despite it being only a little past 3, I got into my pyjamas and resolved to stay in them for the rest of the day. I baked a banana cake for lovely Carl to take in slices in his lunch box, I made some macaroons to take into work today (I think Monday mornings need sweetening up a little!) and then I made pork with beans for dinner. We listened to Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix on tape in the living room, while I knitted away on the latest in my little clutch of Easter chicks. In general, we pottered about all evening, which ended with a scrumptious bath, and the end of my Passenger to Frankfurt Agatha Christie novel.
All in all a delectable day.
Several months ago, one of my friends and I decided that we would use more Austen-esque language in our daily lives. So, when amused, we would say ‘how excessively diverting!’ and so on. Don’t we sound terribly silly? But what is life if you cannot spread a little happy silliness in it?! And now I am going to try and use more lovely words. Delectable is at the top of my list. Scrumptious I am rather liberal with already. What other lovely words can I start peppering my life with?
Tag! I'm it!
Playing Tag
Sharon K tagged me! I have never been tagged before, so am rather excited. I spent the mornings walk into work pondering these questions.
What were the three things you wanted to be when you were growing up?
A Nurse. I read a lot of girls story books written in the 50’s and 60’s while I was growing up, such as ‘Cherry Ames’, and I thought it would all be darling white caps, starched aprons, and marrying a doctor!
An Author. And still I love to write, need to write even, perhaps as much as reading or more so. One day, one day.
A Teacher. You see where books lead you? From some second hand shop or the other I bought a set of big thick books by Enid Blyton, which were about being a primary school teacher- lovely worksheets for your pupils to colour in, nature walks and the like. And immediately I had my dolls all lined up for morning register!
You can relive one day from your childhood, what would it be?
Just an ordinary day I think, quite early primary school. Kicking through the leaves on the walk to school, home to my family, story time, bath time, bed. No homework yet to worry about, yet my little brother would have been born so the whole family would be there. Mum’s lovely dinners, the feeling that all is right with the world; that would be the day I would relive.
You have 2 minutes and a mover with you if you need heavy lifting help, to grab 5 things from your home before it morphs into a polka dotted hobgoblin and hops away. What will you take. (Food/drink/family/friends excluded)
This one gave me much thought. Assuming I am wearing my engagement ring (because I never take it off) and our little pet snake will slither away on his own), I would take:
The only letter Carl has ever written me. He is much more verbal than a writing notes kind of guy. But he wrote me one, one anniversary.
My Tiffany Pen. It is a handbag pen in Tiffany Blue, I had it for my 21st birthday. My Mum has a fountain pen that she had as a little girl and she still uses now. I want this to be my pen that my children see me using that I have from when I was younger.
A Knitted Easter Chick that my (now sadly departed) Gran knitted me one Easter. It is the kind that you put a crème egg up its insides! It wears a little ribbon bonnet. I have been teaching myself to knit these just recently.
What Katy Did as it was my Mums, from her Mum, and because I loved reading it when I was younger.
My collection of papers. What papers could these be? Nothing more or less than patterns I have photocopied from old magazines for little soft toy mice, or recipes from books, interesting bits clipped from newspapers, dresses that I think I would like to buy one day, things I have read on peoples blogs and saved for later…but could I grab them in 2 minutes? I have a habit of not organizing these bits in folders, or categories or even a box. No no, I tend to sandwich them in the backs of books and so on. Often has a friend of mine mentioned some subject of another, and I have taken down a completely unrelated book, to retrieve one of my little bits from the back of it!
You have to paint one quote on your kitchen wall. What would it be?
One of the newer libraries here has quotes painted along the handrail as you go up the stairs. I think that is really nice. So I would throw myself into painting quotes on my kitchen wall, were I not in a rented flat! But the quote…perhaps something foody? Because of the kitchen connection. Maybe a Nigella quote? Hmmm. I see the paint drying on the paint brush long before I have decided on a quote!
What is the one thing you want to accomplish by the end of the year?
One thing? One thing? How can I choose? Well then, perhaps to be more decisive, if that can be described as an accomplishment?
You are moving to the moon for one year and can only bring one flower with you. What flower will it be?
Well this is not helping me become more decisive at all! I love peonies, although I hate saying the word peony- it feels strange in my mouth. I adore the scent of violets, and freesias, and right now I have a constant vase of daffodils on my windowsill. How to choose, how to choose? Right now, daffodils I think, as their cheerful faces make me cheerful too.
You just received word that beside the one flower you can bring 5 books. What books would you bring?
Again, only five?!
Rivals by Jilly Cooper. What can I say? Should I be slung out of the library for confessing that I love a good light read for in the bath tub?
A Good Knitting Pattern Book So that I can merrily knit away.
Pride and Prejudice Because I can read it again and again and I have and I will continue to do so! And I can sit on the moon and sigh for Darcy…
Gone with the Wind Because it is good and thick! And I love the story very much.
And one at random from my bookshelves. Maybe a Nigella as I happily read her cookbooks like novels; maybe a Little House on the Prairie, maybe one of my old sewing and embroidery books from the 30’s….or perhaps The Enchanted April which I do not own….yet!
Tagging 3 lucky people
I have so enjoyed this! But I am not sure how many people read my blog, or how many of those would like to be tagged…
Alison I am tagging you unmercilessly I am afraid, as I should love to know what books you would take up there to the moon!
And my other two taggees- an open invite to anyone who reads me and would like to be tagged!
Thanks Sharon, this was so much fun!
Sharon K tagged me! I have never been tagged before, so am rather excited. I spent the mornings walk into work pondering these questions.
What were the three things you wanted to be when you were growing up?
A Nurse. I read a lot of girls story books written in the 50’s and 60’s while I was growing up, such as ‘Cherry Ames’, and I thought it would all be darling white caps, starched aprons, and marrying a doctor!
An Author. And still I love to write, need to write even, perhaps as much as reading or more so. One day, one day.
A Teacher. You see where books lead you? From some second hand shop or the other I bought a set of big thick books by Enid Blyton, which were about being a primary school teacher- lovely worksheets for your pupils to colour in, nature walks and the like. And immediately I had my dolls all lined up for morning register!
You can relive one day from your childhood, what would it be?
Just an ordinary day I think, quite early primary school. Kicking through the leaves on the walk to school, home to my family, story time, bath time, bed. No homework yet to worry about, yet my little brother would have been born so the whole family would be there. Mum’s lovely dinners, the feeling that all is right with the world; that would be the day I would relive.
You have 2 minutes and a mover with you if you need heavy lifting help, to grab 5 things from your home before it morphs into a polka dotted hobgoblin and hops away. What will you take. (Food/drink/family/friends excluded)
This one gave me much thought. Assuming I am wearing my engagement ring (because I never take it off) and our little pet snake will slither away on his own), I would take:
The only letter Carl has ever written me. He is much more verbal than a writing notes kind of guy. But he wrote me one, one anniversary.
My Tiffany Pen. It is a handbag pen in Tiffany Blue, I had it for my 21st birthday. My Mum has a fountain pen that she had as a little girl and she still uses now. I want this to be my pen that my children see me using that I have from when I was younger.
A Knitted Easter Chick that my (now sadly departed) Gran knitted me one Easter. It is the kind that you put a crème egg up its insides! It wears a little ribbon bonnet. I have been teaching myself to knit these just recently.
What Katy Did as it was my Mums, from her Mum, and because I loved reading it when I was younger.
My collection of papers. What papers could these be? Nothing more or less than patterns I have photocopied from old magazines for little soft toy mice, or recipes from books, interesting bits clipped from newspapers, dresses that I think I would like to buy one day, things I have read on peoples blogs and saved for later…but could I grab them in 2 minutes? I have a habit of not organizing these bits in folders, or categories or even a box. No no, I tend to sandwich them in the backs of books and so on. Often has a friend of mine mentioned some subject of another, and I have taken down a completely unrelated book, to retrieve one of my little bits from the back of it!
You have to paint one quote on your kitchen wall. What would it be?
One of the newer libraries here has quotes painted along the handrail as you go up the stairs. I think that is really nice. So I would throw myself into painting quotes on my kitchen wall, were I not in a rented flat! But the quote…perhaps something foody? Because of the kitchen connection. Maybe a Nigella quote? Hmmm. I see the paint drying on the paint brush long before I have decided on a quote!
What is the one thing you want to accomplish by the end of the year?
One thing? One thing? How can I choose? Well then, perhaps to be more decisive, if that can be described as an accomplishment?
You are moving to the moon for one year and can only bring one flower with you. What flower will it be?
Well this is not helping me become more decisive at all! I love peonies, although I hate saying the word peony- it feels strange in my mouth. I adore the scent of violets, and freesias, and right now I have a constant vase of daffodils on my windowsill. How to choose, how to choose? Right now, daffodils I think, as their cheerful faces make me cheerful too.
You just received word that beside the one flower you can bring 5 books. What books would you bring?
Again, only five?!
Rivals by Jilly Cooper. What can I say? Should I be slung out of the library for confessing that I love a good light read for in the bath tub?
A Good Knitting Pattern Book So that I can merrily knit away.
Pride and Prejudice Because I can read it again and again and I have and I will continue to do so! And I can sit on the moon and sigh for Darcy…
Gone with the Wind Because it is good and thick! And I love the story very much.
And one at random from my bookshelves. Maybe a Nigella as I happily read her cookbooks like novels; maybe a Little House on the Prairie, maybe one of my old sewing and embroidery books from the 30’s….or perhaps The Enchanted April which I do not own….yet!
Tagging 3 lucky people
I have so enjoyed this! But I am not sure how many people read my blog, or how many of those would like to be tagged…
Alison I am tagging you unmercilessly I am afraid, as I should love to know what books you would take up there to the moon!
And my other two taggees- an open invite to anyone who reads me and would like to be tagged!
Thanks Sharon, this was so much fun!
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