Wise words from Quentin Blake.
Happy Friday xo
Friday, 5 April 2013
Wednesday, 20 March 2013
SPRING
It doesn't feel like it with the snow and the rain and the sleet and the hail and the heating and the scarves and the hats and the gloves but, apparently, Spring starts today and it's Easter next week...
Clockwise from top left: a green egg cup, an illustrated edition of Watership Down, a rabbit jelly mould, mallow eggs, a baby bunny, chick and egg biscuits, duck egg nail polish, Cadbury mini eggs, a wooden egg cup. some flocked chocolate ducklings, a Bath stone egg cup, a vintage wooden bunny, and, finally, some tiny bunnies for your ears.
Friday, 8 March 2013
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Friday, 8 February 2013
8TH FEBRUARY
This week I have mostly been...
Making pizzas and banana bread to feed to some fab new parents.
Eyeing up a Spring dress.
Admiring a little loop.
Watching Paperman.
Wishing I could go to Amy's flower workshop.
Wondering if this will help with my moth holes.
Getting excited about seeing Yo La Tengo in March.
Have a fab weekend x
Making pizzas and banana bread to feed to some fab new parents.
Eyeing up a Spring dress.
Admiring a little loop.
Watching Paperman.
Wishing I could go to Amy's flower workshop.
Wondering if this will help with my moth holes.
Getting excited about seeing Yo La Tengo in March.
Have a fab weekend x
Friday, 1 February 2013
1ST FEBRUARY
Well, that's a relief. January is finally over, the days are getting ever so gradually lighter, we can stop reading posts and magazine articles about New Year's resolutions and wondering whether plankton drops are really a thing.
We're going to Chris's parents for dinner tonight, I have a loaf of good sourdough in my bag for tomorrow's breakfast, there are plans for magazine buying followed by a seat in our new favourite bar and I could be tempted by a detour to the cake place I've been wanting to try. On Sunday I have book group and brunch (it will be a miracle if I finish the book as I am now on part two of book three of Game Of Thrones and failing miserably at reading anything else, sorry in advance book groupers).
Roll on 5pm, but until then...
Exciting Lawson's Books news.
Gözleme
Before Midnight is out later this year. This is one of my favourite ever film scenes.
Oh, Totokaelo. Loving these Pilar Wiley pieces.
The new Odette website. We visited the studio in June so that I could buy an arrow cuff and now I've got my eye on the hera cuff.
Raw colour.
This song...
We're going to Chris's parents for dinner tonight, I have a loaf of good sourdough in my bag for tomorrow's breakfast, there are plans for magazine buying followed by a seat in our new favourite bar and I could be tempted by a detour to the cake place I've been wanting to try. On Sunday I have book group and brunch (it will be a miracle if I finish the book as I am now on part two of book three of Game Of Thrones and failing miserably at reading anything else, sorry in advance book groupers).
Roll on 5pm, but until then...
Exciting Lawson's Books news.
Gözleme
Before Midnight is out later this year. This is one of my favourite ever film scenes.
Oh, Totokaelo. Loving these Pilar Wiley pieces.
The new Odette website. We visited the studio in June so that I could buy an arrow cuff and now I've got my eye on the hera cuff.
Raw colour.
This song...
Thursday, 31 January 2013
ROBERT
We bumped into Robert on our way into The Bow Bar but we didn’t know that he was Robert then.
It had been snowing on and off all day, grey and cold but with nothing settling. By the time Chris came to meet me from work the pavements were all covered in a layer of slush, just icy enough to require the slightly stiff-legged walk we do when trying not to fall.
We made our way to Victoria Street, slipping a little as we went, seeing how busy it was as soon as we reached the steamy pub windows. At the door we passed someone taking off layers, he let us pass with a quick “don’t take the last seat.”
There was one small table left. All the tables in The Bow Bar are small; two legs, a top maybe 10 inches wide, enough for a few pints, maybe a bag of crisps. I sat while Chris went to the bar. There was a group of men to one side, students to the other. All had clearly spent a few hours getting to know the blackboard. The men started talking to me as soon as I sat down “here you go”, “are you here on your own”, “your glasses are steamed up, you need to give them a wipe”, I took them off and promptly knocked them to the floor, they were handed back by the man from the front door. He said something to Chris, put his paper down next to me and went to get a pint.
We sat like that for a while, sharing that last small table, Chris opposite me, the two of us chatting, the man from the door drinking his pint and reading the paper. I’m not sure if it was the students getting up to go or the men to my left becoming more obnoxious that did it but eventually we started to chat. I think it began with an eye-roll, the recognition that we were all thinking the same thing, there were a few words about the pub, the beers. We ended up talking for over an hour. It was about halfway through that the man from the door became Robert.We left him there when we headed home to make dinner. I don’t know if he went back to his paper or found more people to talk to but I know that we thanked him, sincerely, for the conversation, for the change to our routine, for the pleasure of finding out about someone else’s life. As we walked down the road we discussed how rare encounters like that are, how special when they come along.
There was one small table left. All the tables in The Bow Bar are small; two legs, a top maybe 10 inches wide, enough for a few pints, maybe a bag of crisps. I sat while Chris went to the bar. There was a group of men to one side, students to the other. All had clearly spent a few hours getting to know the blackboard. The men started talking to me as soon as I sat down “here you go”, “are you here on your own”, “your glasses are steamed up, you need to give them a wipe”, I took them off and promptly knocked them to the floor, they were handed back by the man from the front door. He said something to Chris, put his paper down next to me and went to get a pint.
We sat like that for a while, sharing that last small table, Chris opposite me, the two of us chatting, the man from the door drinking his pint and reading the paper. I’m not sure if it was the students getting up to go or the men to my left becoming more obnoxious that did it but eventually we started to chat. I think it began with an eye-roll, the recognition that we were all thinking the same thing, there were a few words about the pub, the beers. We ended up talking for over an hour. It was about halfway through that the man from the door became Robert.We left him there when we headed home to make dinner. I don’t know if he went back to his paper or found more people to talk to but I know that we thanked him, sincerely, for the conversation, for the change to our routine, for the pleasure of finding out about someone else’s life. As we walked down the road we discussed how rare encounters like that are, how special when they come along.
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