drums

Well, the next door neighbour kindly got his son a set of drums for Christmas...or birthday (another January baby?!)- or whatever, the drums have appeared. I'm guessing this as they appeared today- I say 'appeared' but I mean 'stormed into my lounge'! I hope it's a passing phase as I do not relish knocking on their door...but I will if I have to. Courtesy, people, courtesy.

It's been a flying day getting ready to go to LA for 10 days to a work conference, been studying and studying and trying to make sense of some of this stuff. I forgot I had a hair appointment (couldn't cancel the day before!) so that put a stopper in my afternoon- and I've got a ton to do before I farewell these digs tomorrow- I always like to come home to clean sheets, clean towels, no dishes in the dishrack, no dirty clothes awaiting my attention and nothing speaking to me when I open the fridge...so I've been sweeping, washing, sorting, folding and scrubbing and I'm almost there.

Then there's connecting with a few people before I go...well, it's a nice thought but might have to save a few for when I'm back. Correction. I will have to save a few for when I get back.

Have had an interesting week with birthdays, stockings, the theatre and to top it off Billy Connolly. All of these had a general thread of connection and that would have to be...ME. I finally broke down and bought some stockings the other day. I had to- it's been -4! So even though my legs are having pseudo-sunburn (psycho-sunburn?)- I don't know, whatever, they feel like they are on fire but look normal- and it hurts to cover them- but the -4 nights are hurting more! So I bought some stockings thinking they were hold-ups and they were not. I tried to wear them anyways, walked about 100m, stopped and took them off- they were almost off anyways. A few days later I got some that I didn't need suspenders for- and they were a minor success. Legs still burning but not as cold, therefore not as pink, therefore not as 'who-does-she-think-she-is-with-bare-legs-in-winter'-esque. All good.

Saw a theatre production in the city and it definitely wasn't the best one I've been to, and I wouldn't recommend it- and although I slapped-up up, dressed-up and actually went up, there was definitely no chat-up as even though it was a 'man-fest' all the men present were looking for something I don't presently have…another man. Yup, they were lovely, they were pretty and a lot appeared available- but they weren't looking for ladies- they were lookin' fo' laydees.

Now, last night at Billy Connolly I laughed till my cheeks hurt. Then I laughed till my tummy hurt. Then he said the 'cee' word a few too many times and it just wasn't funny anymore. He made up for it- but I think he lost quite a few of us as there really was no point to that much use of that word- and everyone I was there with agreed. It was still a bloody brilliant show though.

ttfn

it's been so long, I wonder if I remember how to!

Kew Gardens, during the snowfall on January 13th (dad's 60th!)

Well, January has almost come and gone but there are still a few days left to squeeze in some good things...

Like birthday celebrations- how many people do I know with birthdays in January?! It's been birthday overload. I must remember to take extra precautions in March- in fact, make that the last fortnight in February, ALL of March and the first fortnight in April! Not that, in any case, I'm thinking or planning those events at the present time- but these things must be duly noted for future reference!

January has been a good month for catching-up. On work and play and things that you do in winter. Movies, old friends, new friends and home-cooked meals with my favourite people.

I haven't done any crafting or had my sewing machine out for an age- and then the other day I noticed that there was a split- UK Women's Bobsled style- in my trousers- my one and only pair of trousers. So out came the machine and lo and behold I made the draft stops for the doors and windowpanes I've been meaning to do for a few months as well! Now onto more birds and cupcakes. Might see if I can find someone to teach me to knit- or crochet!

And let me not forget about being grateful. I have lovely, kind friends; I have a warm place to eat, work and sleep; I have a smile for everyone I see and mostly these days of our English winter have been not too bad!

This morning I was reminded that thoughts don't come with a spell checker: something that edits and warns before they are spoken! Need to think about that one. Tracyisms abound.

I have had a lot of fun with new friends these past few months and I was thinking about when someone becomes a 'friend' instead of a 'new' friend. Surely there's not a time limit? Is it about shared experiences? Common pursuits? Secrets? Laughter? New Year's Eve and sailing? Cinema and sport? Surely it can't be Monopoly and cards. But I suppose it's all of those things - and so the 'new' just 'are' now.

Hi ho. Work is calling- yelling- my name.

ever wonder if...

So today I was walking home and an ambulance passed with lights on and a wee bit of siren. It. Passed. Slowly. Slow enough, in fact, that I could see that the (attendant?) (nurse?) (person in passenger seat?) was eating a carrot. You'd think that en route to the hospital, house, nursing home...whatever- you'd think that the LAST thing you'd wanna be eating is a chunky carrot. What happens if you get to where you're going and you need to chuck because of the sights/smells/scene?! Last thing I ever want to chuck again is something orange. That's after the lovely Doritos episode on the train on Easter Sunday, after Adam fed me and then watered me- with tequila. Liquid panty remover- but the panties stayed on, thank goodness..

Anyways, the last thing I want to be seeing is the ambulance person eating a carrot and showing up with carrot breath after I've had a fall/stroke/got hit by a car/fell off my bike- you get the picture. And while I do realise that they are humans and need to eat, I do hope they took the look I gave them to heart and threw that thing back wherever it came out of.

end of carrot rant.

London today

London today

I'm back!...almost.

...after months on hiatus I have decided it's about time to resurrect myself on here...not least of all to keep myself busy and fill in some gaps in the hours while I am waiting to hear about job prospects, worrying about websites and trying to forget about sore teeth!!!

stay tuned! My fingers will soon be hot from scurrying across the keyboard!

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ho ho ho

I wouldn't want to have a strange and unusual fear of snowmen in central London this year!!!

the turning of the leaves

After walking back from Kew Gardens last week I thought about all the leaves that I've swept, raked and trodden on in my lifetime. I'm sure that mum and dad can have a laugh as I'm certain I've raked and swept more since I left home!- I suppose it's like washing the dishes- from the ages of birth through to 19 I developed a tummy ache or had a 'date' immediately after dinner when the dishes needed to be done. Once I was in the real world I found out that if I didn't wash them no one would. Kinda like looking after the lawn, the hoovering and putting petrol in the car. I read that there was a couple in America who had a pre-nup that stated that the car would never be below a half tank...I'm not sure that warrants a divorce but it would be handy to have it written down somewhere!

Anyways, leaves.

I love the smell of autumn although perhaps not the rain, cold nights, cold mornings, cold days and cold feet that accompanies the season. Having been a firm lover of snow (a pre-requisite for being Canadian) all of my life- well, since tasting the many delights of Europe in the summer months I have since developed into one of those Canadians who hiatus to the southern states and Mexico in the winter. I am dreading the snow- even if we don't get any. I am counting the months to whatever summer we may have...but I am still enjoying the piles of leaves on the green beside us!

...roses are forever...

I found this at the Polish Refuge charity shop on the weekend and I love it. I need to work on my photographic skills...and perhaps give it an iron!- but I was too excited to bother with those silly things today!

the one the cat got

how hilarious is this?!

I guess if it was my turkey I wouldn't be laughing... but it wasn't so I can!

Happy...

...Thanksgiving if you're in Canada (or pining for those autumnal smells of Hallowe'en in Canada...)!!! I am thankful everyday. For family and friends. For finding new charity shops filled with linen, lace and fabric! I am thankful for my health and my feet- that take me everywhere I want to go. Even the gym. Even on Mondays! I am thankful for pens and paper to write to the people I am thankful for- for all the kind and wonderful things they are and do. I am thankful that I am loved and that I have the capacity to love. That I have friends who care as much for me as I do for them and I am thankful that I can still find it in myself to let go and stay later than 8:30pm for more than one drink at a French pub on a Friday night in the city- and then stay out to dance afterwards! Woo hoo!

Can't say I even remembered it was Thanksgiving this past weekend- 'till I overheard someone's idle chat of being homesick while I was waiting at the meat counter at Waitrose on Saturday night. Who knew there were other (displaced) Canadians in Richmond?!

well, hope the turkey was cooked, everyone was stuffed and the leaves are raking themselves...

If you knew me in the 90's you knew this jersey

Remember the 1990's?!
Browsing through the £1 rack at my favourite charity shop a few weeks ago I came across something that took me back almost 20 years...how I loved this jersey then...so of course I bought it now!!!

After lovingly washing it (well, I put it in the machine on the handwash cycle with Woolite) I took a photo of it, carefully folded it, took a photo and it's now at the back of my wardrobe- possibly never to be seen again in this lifetime. Isn't it funny how the strangest things trigger the biggest memories? I've had flashbacks for weeks now- brought on by sheep's fur!

feathers from Snez

I thought I'd put this on but it turns out I haven't. What a cool and thoughtful gift- the very best kind!

autumn

You know summer is over when you start seeing...


The days are getting shorter, darker and cooler...did we actually have summer?

the etiquette of snoring on the tube

Okay. Have just returned from town and sat across from a fat man snoring for about 15 minutes. Let's go though snoring before I get into any more detail:

Soft snoring: when, on occasion, a woman does snore, it is usually a soft snore. This snore is very quiet, almost imperceivable and happens most often with babies. It's usually cute and does not warrant a poke to wake the offender up as they most often stop when they move or (are gently) moved.

Then there is a soft/wake up snore- when you fall asleep in a public place / meeting / conference / training session and your snore is loud enough to wake you up- if you look closely you will see your neighbour smirking even if they don't know you and especially if they do. The last time this happened to me I was on a fire safety training course and the man presenting (droning on) was so incredibly boring I kept nodding off despite being quite excited about a day out of the office! I finally had to excuse myself to get a drink, walk about the streets for 15 minutes and return when I saw him leave the building!

Snoring: the offender doesn't usually stop when they flip to the other side of their body and the snoring continues throughout the night but it's not really a good excuse to move to another room...this noise can take some getting used to but one does develop an immunity to it after half a lifetime of sleeping next to it.

Spouse/Parent snore: okay, this is almost the worst there is. Throwing things at the offender doesn't work. Waking them and/or threatening them doesn't work. Changing rooms doesn't work (you have to move to the house next door to rid yourself or the noise). The only thing that works when this kind of snoring starts is turning on some other noise to block the sound out- a tv or radio does the trick for me- and has been known to stop the snoring in its tracks- just don't turn it off as the snoring will return!

So. Today on the tube there was a fat man snoring. He was doing a Spouse snore and he wasn't even my husband; it was loud, it was long and it didn't stop for love nor money. Everyone in the carriage was laughing- some giggling, some smirking; I had a smirk followed by a giggle followed by a full on loud laugh- i just couldn't contain myself. And he snored on. He woke 2 stops from the end but quickly fell asleep again and the snoring resumed. I snuck a look at the horrified man who sat beside him and laughed out loud again.

I was a bit embarrassed - but I couldn't stop laughing. What does one do in these situations in London? It was obvious I was laughing at him snoring and I would hasten a guess that my laughing sent the message to others that it's okay to laugh out loud...but is it? The carriage was full, probably about 50 people in all- and we shared a laugh. Who says Londoners aren't friendly?! Tube etiquette went right out the window today.

a true Londoner?

I've been thinking lately about what makes 'imports to London' true Londoners. I'm sure that true true Londoners would argue that they are the only true Londoners but what if they've never left their square mile? or what if they've left their square mile just once- only to never leave it again?

Eating a curry in Brick Lane does not a true Londoner make. Nor does having a postcode within the M25. Or shopping at Brent Cross.

I think I've endured well these last 6 years. I shop regularly at Liberty (albeit only for the fabric, plates and mostly during the sale!), I don't call the tube lines by their colours (anymore), I have a regular waxer, hairdresser (although she's not in London!) and local Indian restaurant- where I am known as ‘Ms Tracy’ and have special things made for me. I pay Richmond’s exorbitant council tax. I attend quarterly neighbourhood meetings and I vote in the local elections. I know how to get to Waterstone’s via the Cricketeer and the Sun.

I have locked in to my energy supplier to ward off the forecasted 30% increase. All of my appliances and anything that requires a plug have UK sockets and I have developed my own accent of mixed nationalities over the years away from my homeland.

I still call Canada 'home'- but I call New Zealand 'home' as well, and of course there is 'home' where I sleep every night. It gets a bit confusing for others, I am aware, but it's all home to me. London is one of those places- home.

So aside from the fact that I rarely go shopping in the city (and usually take a map with me when I do go) I do know where things are, I know how to plan a trip to town and I know where not to buy stuff...and where bargains can be found or made.

I digress. This has become more about living in the UK than being a Londoner.

Although I don't have a car of my own anymore (thanks to the lovely Polish painter and his son who hit me), I do have access to a car when I want (or need) one- because I belong to a car club. That's pretty urban isn't it? You book it, you use it, you don't worry about the rest. Petrol magically appears...and so do the dents in the door and the scratches on the boot...but after a while those magically disappear. All the glory of using the car, none of the worry about owning a car.

I've been on the London open-topped bus tours more times than I can now count- so I know where the tourist attractions are, where to take visitors, where to sit and when to look. Most true Londoners wouldn't know half the cool stuff that I know about their city- and I love that!

I can (almost) tell time by the flight of airplanes overhead. Lots and it’s day, not lots and it’s night.

I still don’t know how to appreciate a good pint of ale (I recently took a pint back to the bartender because it was ‘flat and warm’ and he said ‘it’s supposed to be’ and I ended up giving the pint to James- who was pretty pleased- and went back for a cider- at least it was cold and bubbly!) so yuck. But not all Londoners drink ale. And I don’t like mushy peas, cod (wormy) with my fish & chips- or any of the crappy shows on the telly that seem to be programmed into the brains of my London friends (sorry girls)- but mostly they are not from London either so maybe it’s just a national love of extremely bad UK-made tv shows that I have not acquired. And I don’t wish to either. I once watched a whole 30 minutes of Coronation Street, Eastenders and Holby City before I vowed to never EVER watch any of them again. I’m sure there’s one other in the mix but I can’t remember it- that’s how bad it was.

So. I don’t chat with strangers on the bus or the tube (they never chat back unless they are foreign or old) and I don’t make eye contact when I’m walking down the street anymore- Londoners don’t do that. I give up my seat to those who need it more than I do- and I put my rubbish into a bin- or hold onto it until I find one- which sometimes isn’t till I get home. I have the utmost respect for bus drivers and always say ‘thank you’ when I get on and get off the bus- because they get me where I need to be safely (mostly) and timely (sometimes).

So there it is. I think I’ve passed the test but maybe I’ve just acclimatised.

favourite things

I have this brush that my grandma gave me...I had to ask for it, of course, as an old manky brush isn't something that would be thought about when it comes time to inheritances...

I have memories from when I was a child that seem like yesterday- corn on the cob eaten in the fields after combining and the smell of oil on papa's skin. My family come from a long line of farmers- wheat, cows, the obligatory chickens and then peas, rapeseed and buffalo.

My mama would cook for a dozen then take the hot food out to the field for the men to eat on their break from seeding, combining or doing whatever it is that farmers do till late in the evening. I still love the blue jug with spots on it that held the best iced tea and lemonade in the world (which I think is still in her cupboard). I can still taste the field dust. There is always dust on the prairie. It gets into your ears, your skin, your mouth and your eyes and there's nothing to do but blink and spit and know that you can have a bath when you get home.

I remember my mama brushing her long hair out at night, hair that during the day was in a french roll and never during daylight did we see it loose. I remember her rolling it up in curlers and pincurls for bed...and bobbypins in her mouth. I remember having knots in my hair after playing outside all day- with thin fine hair knots are no laughing matter! Out would come mama's magical brush and the knots wouldn't seem so bad and my hair always felt smooth as silk afterwards. Oh, I loved that brush.

The farming continues now with one of my uncles but the days of mama's long hair are long gone- she cut it years ago and has no need for pincurls or french rolls, bobby pins or curlers anymore. So I asked for the brush. She had kept it- even though she had no use for it- and it now resides in my bedroom.

I don't think it's the same brush she used on my hair as a child- but it's still got that old magic. Knots are freed, hair is smooth and all is right in my world of fine thin hair for another day.

confessions

okay, so I have a few things to get off my chest which I'm sure some of you know and some of you suspect- but some of you don't know at all, haven't suspected and will be quite surprised by.

I love to iron. This morning I got up, turned the iron on and got out all the saved wrinkled shirts, napkins and skirts and started. What a buzz! and how sad. I must say, however, that I draw the line at towels, underwear and socks of any sort.

I love to organise. I love to sort. Everything has to have a place and f it has no place it is relegated to the laundry room until I have a place for it. I sort my clothing by season, my knickers and fabric by colour and my shoes by 'ouch factor' (thankfully I have only one pair in the worst category). This is probably a result of having a mother who creates 'nests' in every room she occupies and, like a rat, those nests can stay the same for years. I once found a baby tooth of mine at the bottom of one- and we'd even moved several times in my youth!

I am somewhat addicted to the paper shredder. Pretty much anything I can shred I do these days- which wreaks havoc on recycling days as the clear bags I put the shredded paper into always seem to burst open as the guys toss it into the truck- I must confess that I don't go and pick all the shredded paper up after this happens- I figure it's probably good fertiliser for the Green.

I love to shop at charity shops. Again, this is an off-shoot from my youth when mum would drag me- on Saturday mornings- all over hell and creation to garage sales. I would slouch down in the car pretending that I was roller-skating. There would always be something I saw through the car window that I liked, and I would inevitably get mum to go and get it for me. This obsession with charity shops started after I left school and was free to wear the neighbour’s tops without repercussions. Although I would never have worn anything from any of our neighbours- ew. Wherever I have lived I have regular ‘good’ shops that I frequent and share the insider knowledge with only my closest friends. This can be hazardous though, as they can scoop something you actually spotted first but got sidetracked on the way through the vintage fabric…I tend to charity shop on my own these days- keeps my friendships healthy.

I sing out loud when I have my ipod on. This can be somewhat embarrassing at the gym. Or on the tube, on the beach or even in my own kitchen. I tend to do a little dance as well- again, I think this is a throwback to my youth- I can clearly remember ABBA, Olivia Newton-John and the BEEGEES on full blast while mum danced around the lounge cleaning- no, scrap cleaning- there were nests, remember?- I think she was just dancing and singing. I do it all the time and have no shame- especially when I am cooking, cleaning or ironing!

I have several collections that I cannot stop adding to. These include, but are no limited to: buttons, fabric, cookbooks (yes, I do use them!), plates, mercury ‘things’, pens, paper, notebooks, purses and bags of any description (almost), glass apothecary jars, vintage linens and suitcases. Some of these things are obvious, some are sealed in boxes and some are in daily or weekly use. I make no excuses for the purses and bags.

Okay, I need to continue with the ironing now.

a quick trip to civilisation...

although H would disagree...

Went to the Electric Cinema to see The Dark Knight this afternoon. Almost fell asleep in the comfy leather chairs- although I did manage to make myself stay awake as I'd paid a small ransom for the tickets! Anyways, as many of you will know, the cinema is in the heart of Notting Hill- which means Portobello Market on Saturdays...every shoppers dream- and H is no shopper...soooo we walked along the back roads and took the closest detours to avoid the throngs of tourists and fruit sellers (yellers?) - which meant we got to see all the lovely sights of the Notting Hill housing estates (read: crappy multi-level brick 70's builds with horrible mesh fencing and lots of locked gates, bikes with no wheels, old crapped out cars and dead vegetation).

I did manage to squeeze into a shop or two (while H waited outside of course) and we got to travel in style on the Hammersmith and City Line. Lots of funky smells, a man folding a pizza menu into an origami crane and a sweet little girl (who, on the 15 minute journey managed to consume a whole packet of starbursts - I bet she's still not sleeping either!)!

So I'm still undecided about the movie. I liked it, and unlike some people didn't fall asleep- although it was quite long and there was an intermission in the middle- just like in Maroochydore! H returned from using the facilities to proclaim that 'the Joker is here'- to which I replied 'Heath Ledger died months ago, fool' and he bet me £5 that the Joker was in fact out in the back of the cinema. Of course I got a bit excited as I thought maybe there was something special happening- silly me. It turned out to be this crazy woman with peroxided back-combed hair for miles, Tammy Faye-Baker make-up in a banana polyester pant suit from 1982...’hello, this is 1982 calling, I’d like my strides back now please’. I conceded that I had lost the bet. And I didn't get a photo- if I ever see her again I promise to do my sneakiest best!

convincing a man...

well, really, after all these years dealing with the opposite sex I am convinced that no one can talk a man into do something he doesn't want to do. no one. I have been trying to get H to take a weekend off and go somewhere hot but he's not convinced- either that or he just doesn't want to get on a plane, eat some nice food and surf for a weekend...I can't quite fathom that though!

He's telling me there's too much to do, too little time and not enough of him to do it. But what does that have to do with surfing?!

Hmm, what to do? Gamble and book tickets?- or maybe just book them for myself?!

drunken Sunday?

the best day.

on the little green catching rays...

all equipment and bikes available at the gym...

then on the Green with friends- I was going to say old and new- but that's not really true- mostly old- although Dylan (at 3 months) is relatively new and showing his obvious boredom by falling asleep!

Great to catch up with Mathew, Imo, Snez and Huw- I pretty much downed a whole bottle of Lindauer myself and now can't feel my forehead- a good thing on a Friday night, not such a good thing on a hot Sunday evening with the un-partiest man in the world demanding tea!

am off to do the laundry and all the good domestic stuff that I have been putting off in hopes that it would 'do itself'...damn the cleaner...or not.

a plan?

haven't made proper travel plans for ages, don't know where to start...but I do need to get to France for the 25th of August and I need to be back in London by the - oh! the 9th September!!! I thought it was the 2nd. Well, let's hope I can get my shit together cause I don't wanna be driving a smart car on holiday!...and I'm too old to hitch-hike. Plus I haven't used a backpack for years and I am somewhat accustomed to the Mercedes we had hired last time we were in France- although I think I might be riding solo on this trip- so I won't have (or need) any back-up plans. (sorry- this will require some explaining which I was hoping not to do- but here goes...last time we were in France Hamish backed into a huge concrete barrier- which was about 6 feet wide by 4 feet high...hence the 'back-up plan').

I'm wanting to get some Mediterranean sun before Clémence's wedding on the 30th August and if I'm still not working then why not? Sun anywhere is always a bonus- especially if it's somewhere that's not home!

Today was supposedly the hottest day of summer so far but it was only a humid 27°C. Not hot- just sweaty- thankfully I was only on the bus for a 'brief' 15 minutes to and from Imogen's house this morning!

Have a great rest of your weekend everyone. Hope it's hot like Portugal was...but I think only Portugal is hot like Portugal was...and remember that some sunscreen is better than none, and even if you've applied, apply every time you expose new skin...Katherine...!

mothers...some people do have em

okay, so mum was at a 'town reunion' in Saskatchewan last weekend and - well, it sounded like it was a great time. She caught up with her brothers, her mum and old friends -no, I don't mean 'old' friends, I mean friends from the past....but after hounding her for months to send me photos of the new deck, the newly refinished office and her beloved backyard, she sends me photos of gravestones and my uncles' asses. HUH?

been out with Im and Katherine causing a bit of a stir at the Swan in Chiswick... definitely did some shaking but the stirring didn't quite work...

love you mum, even though you haven't sent me the deck, the office and the rest...

kiwis abroad

Well, Jane and Jeff have arrived for their month-long adventure. Although I met them at the airport last Thursday I have been blessed with a summer cold since and did not make it to the pig roast on Saturday...I'm sure it was a mini beer fest as well!

I heard they bought a campervan and headed off to Wales on Monday. All I can say is 'have fun kids', and don't forget to stop in Newport and give the rugby boys a squeeze.

Happy birthday Kelli!

long time...

since I've seen you smile!

Phew, what an action packed few weeks it's been! We had Clem's hen 'do'- a pretty tame affair at Guanabara with samba lessons and many fruity mojitos and caipirinhas to pass the night away. If it weren't for the fancy-assed professional dancers I would have cut a proper rug myself...we didn't make her do anything stoopid- except for the cheesy flashing Bride-to-Be veil...and she only had that on half the time anyways. So, dress is sorted, new shoes have been packed and Clem was home to France on Friday. Hopefully the frenchies didn't make her do anything horrible for her French hen night...remains to be seen.


Katherine and I went for a much-anticipated weekend of sun in Albuferia (that's at the bottom of Portugal for you lot- who know who you are!!!) - it was the week of my birthday and I was feeling the need. Haven't had a weekend away with a girlfriend for YEARS. It was just the thing to refresh my being! We planned in April. Left home at 5am. We slept on the plane. Uncomfortably. Had a bit of uncertainty about how we were getting to our hotel then shared a cab with some orange girls from Manchester. We were into our beach clothes by 12:30 and on the beach by 1:30. What a great day. Nothing burnt! and a fun night of drinks and dancing. Met a gaggle of English boys and their dads on a family-oriented stag weekend. Tucked into our air conditioned beds by 3am.
Then.
Up and on the beach by 10am! After a day in the sun we were only a little burnt- my boobs, Katherine's butt- and off to dinner, vodka and more scary Portuguese cheesy men dancing. Am pleased to say we held our own and closed the bars down for a second night running. I was especially pleased as it meant that although I am 35 I am not too old to party properly! I thought I'd passed it. Plus I haven't had much in the way of partying of late being married to the most un-party man on the planet.
So.
During this week of adventures I had the most horrific ear infection ever. EVER. I can't remember the last time I had one, or ever if I've ever had one but this one took the cake, the bread and perhaps even the bed. I couldn't swallow or speak without having pain in my jaw. I couldn't sleep, eat or sit without pain in my jaw. I couldn't bend, walk or talk without pain in my jaw- which I'm sure was a relief for some, but not me. I would not recommend an inner ear infection to anyone- even if I had enemies I wouldn't recommend it. All this meant I was on a mushy diet for our weekend away- please note, I did not say 'liquid'...

So Katherine and I came back with the cheapest souvenir- a tan. Really nice and brown and I'm sure when we are 75 or 80 we will not regret the fact that we hired sun loungers for two days but will remember tales from Wales and the guy letting his girlfriend squeeze his zits while gazing lovingly and longingly a her- and then squeezing hers back! Why us? They picked, scratched and squeezed in front of us for a good hour! If they were closer I would've asked them to move. If they weren't English speaking I would've made sure they understood!!!! Honestly.

It feels like forever since I've updated this.

And- oh lord help me. I have reinstated my facebook account. Talk about the biggest timewaster in the entire world! I have stopped looking. I have reconnected. I have laughed and viewed photos of babies till I can't view any more photos of babies! All good though. Need to concentrate on real life now- and man, I will be quite busy next time I am back home!- 'home' being Kelowna in this instance...has been strange in a nice way to reconnect with old friends and flames.

days of summer remembered

...last Thursday...

laying on my back on the Little Green...looking up and seeing

...followed by...

and now
rain.

it's my party

so today I am 35. I had a pretty peaceful day. Until I moved to New Zealand I didn't know my birthday without sun. Since I moved to England I haven't known my birthday without rain. July is always hot, hot and dry in Kelowna and my birthday was always hot, hot and dry- well, dry as in no rain, no snow and nothing wet besides the sprinkler or the lake- and even that was by choice! Today in London it rained, it poured and although there was a minuscule peek of sun there was also a bit of thunder and lightning! Quite exciting for a July birthday!

...it was uneventful until I broke a £50 champagne glass (yes, the ones I got a week ago) with £60 worth of champagne in it...ho ho ho. Haim was pretty happy with that let me tell you! At least I didn't cut myself walking through the remnants to unplug the power cord that happened to be in the way! And Haim got the vacuum out and tidied up without too much fuss and (believe it or not!) no swearing. a miracle really. No limbs broken. No blood. Just another year on the tally board. One more chalked up.

I even got a small cake at the Glasshouse and I had prayed that the wait staff wouldn't sing Happy Birthday- they were quite respectful of that prayer and subduedly wished me well which was great. By that stage in the evening there weren't many people in the restaurant so that was even better.

Although the occasion did warrant a bottle of special champagne (see above) and a lovely lunch and dinner out there were no diamonds this year. A girl can only hope.

new bag for the (old) bag lady

do I have the best friends or what? A surprise birthday gift (the biggest and best ever!) from the girls made my Wednesday night- at Snez's birthday dinner!!! I got a new bag, played auntie trace for a few hours - shushed Dylan til he fell asleep on my shoulder (dead arm for an hour, pins and needles shortly followed- how do you mums do it?!) and caught up with the girls all at once! And since my birthday is on a wonky Monday this year and we all have much to do next week they gave me my gift early (nothing wrong with that I say!). Good ole' Im remembered that I loved this bag when it was first out last year and she dutifully fulfilled my wish. It's huge! Big enough to take on our weekend to Portugal (next weekend!!!) but then that might just not be big enough...will have to test it out though, especially after waiting all this time for it!

Speaking of playing auntie trace- wow, there must be something in the water at the moment. Births, due dates and prams abound in my life right now. Congratulations to all of you new mums and mums-to-be! My clock has stopped at noon a the moment...not feeling very clucky or nesty. Must be something to do with that dead arm. Or something like that! I'm happy to be auntie trace for a while- I can return Dylan with a poopy nappy and I know I can sleep till 10 if I really want to- or drink all that lovely champagne we've just acquired without feeling the least bit of guilt- monetary or otherwise- having NOT spent nappy money on it!!!

This week has been busy. Went to Kingston for a quick shopping trip on Wednesday and saw an OLD woman on the bus reading an article in a glossy magazine about the 5 best tips for making your orgasm last longer...and I truly mean she was reading the article! I was sitting across from her and trying not to laugh when the grumpy looking man behind her poked her at their stop. EW. But it goes to show doesn't it? Apparently it doesn't fall off if you're ugly or old!

errand day

after speaking to (my uncle) Trace on Sunday night, I am wondering why I even drive anymore. We both agreed that there are more ‘special’ people driving than ever and if we’re not behind them they are coming for us down the centre line. And really, how does that thin strip of white keep me safe?! Over here the roads are filled to breaking point with fools behind the wheels of mercedes, bmw’s and volvos. I had them all in a perfect line for about 40 miles yesterday, alternately speeding, swerving and signalling into oblivion and if all that viewing pleasure wasn’t enough, I spent the best part of the beautiful sunny early evening stuck behind another idiot who had tenderly placed his bmw into a lorry on the North Circular. Of course it was 5:30pm, the almost-rush hour home and all lanes were chocker. Luckily the streetcar I was in had air conditioning and a decent radio. I find that as long as I am cool and have music I can sit in traffic for hours and not be bothered…well, aside from the wasted time, the missed appointment and the extra cost for the car…anyways, when I finally did get home I managed to score a parking spot right outside our front step- despite the fact that the theatre was drawing quite a large elderly crowd! Bonus. If I’d been home earlier I probably wouldn’t have gotten that spot and I would still be dragging groceries across the Green. So I guess traffic is sometime a good thing. Despite the pollution. And the hours of wasted time- if I had a tape deck I could’ve listened to and practiced my French- and I suppose the cost of petrol. In fact, despite all the negative environmental and monetary costs, traffic is okay. It gives you a chance to think about your life-well I suppose if I wasn’t sitting in cool-air comfort and singing along to Robbie Williams I would’ve thought about my life. But I was singing to Robbie and laughing inwardly at the poor kids beside me in an ancient toyota with all the windows opened and looking like they were about to die of heat (and probably BO) stroke. But with age comes comfort.

So yesterday I did all the errands I have been postponing for the last few weeks. Huge black bin bags of plastic to recycling. Costco run to Watford for an institutional-sized box of washing powder, dishwasher tablets and nurofen. The organic shops along the way for the essentials, and a stock up of a few live herb plants to re-pot. Ikea for a door mat and a loss of sanity. Charity shop for a quick browse and a substantial drop-off. Oh yes.

Hamish wanted these crystal champagne glasses for ages, and he finally found them in town, so I dutifully spent almost all of Friday tracking down the wine shop that sold them as well as traipsing into Soho to a little-known wine shop (it's speciality is whisky) for a couple of bottles of the good stuff. Of course, these new glasses need a proper shelf space and I had none. Out comes a box and in go my special glasses, glasses and glasses. Now safely ensconced on the ensuing free shelf, his prized flutes are standing awaiting their dew…and a box full of glass bits is stored away, while another has already been unpacked and placed on the charity shop shelves. I figured it’s not too big of a sacrifice as most of the stuff I got rid of was from ikea and due to break at any time!!!

oh, and mum-I found my scissors.

things your mother told you.

When I was walking home from the gym today a huge wave of nostalgia overtook me and it was very strange.  In the middle of London with planes flying overhead every 45 seconds I had a sudden whiff of caragana.  For those of you that don't know what it is, it's commonly used for windbreaks on farms in Canada...and it stinks.  Really, badly smells.  Like dead rotting meat left out and then peed on. Yuck.  

So anyways, I discovered it alongside the entrance to the walkway that leads up to the front doors of the gym and why I haven't smelled it before today I'm not too sure.  Maybe because it was hot and sunny and I was open to the smell?...but it brought back memories of a polyester red dress that my grandma made me, my Papa's mustard yellow trousers and riding sidesaddle in the hot dusty combine when I was too big to be riding sidesaddle but no big enough to ride in it alone. Then a (huge, loud and very 2008) plane passed overhead and I was brought back to the cars and Chelsea tractors I was faced with as I dodged the A316 and all the part-time weekend warriors making their way home after trying their hand at a cycle along the outer reaches of Greater London...and then the weekly run to Tesco's.

Hamish and I went out to the Green or a bit of sun after lunch and oh man, it was a lovely day.

Dare I say summer is here- if only briefly?

I was also reminded as I was gazing at the sun...and feeling a bit of a burn...about my mum. things she's told me, gentle words of wisdom and of course he inevitable 'I told you so's'- but my mum doesn't ever say that, she always sympathises and listens and agrees and we end up talking for an hour about the baby robin that fell out of the tree, the illegal picking of cherries at midnight in the orchard across the road and a recipe for 'the best' tomato salsa.  Of course, I never write the recipe down but that's not the point of the conversation now, is it? I remembered today the first time I really 'sunbathed' and used baby oil.  I was so red it must've been quite the sight, but mum just got out the aloe vera gel and ran a cool bath.  Or the time I crashed her car after sneezing.  The car was a write off (of course my dad fixed it!!!) and she never said anything.  My dad silently fumed about his insurance premium for the next 15 years though!  Or when I traded that same car in for my Jeep.  They were away at the time- and mum just hopped in for a ride when they got home.  I think dad quietly liked it...but not after it sat in their front yard for three years when I decided to move to New Zealand!  It was a unique lawn ornament for sure.  Anyways, I know that in a week on my birthday, as she always does, mum will ring me describing (over the years in diminishing detail) about the hours of labour, the silent doggedness of child rearing as a single parent and the pain when your only child ventures out of the nest.  And how much further could I have gone- to New Zealand! and then LONDON! Arugh, ungrateful child!  Oh well, she's go no choice now, does she? Maybe this all makes up for the hideous white and multi-coloured polka dot polyester pants she made me wear, the time she took me to get my eyebrows waxed (and they never grew back) and- well, I can't think of an 'and'.  She's been pretty good with her passing on of tried and tested- although I do think my bum looks big in 'that'.

soppy, those bloody caraganas.

question

Okay, IF you were doing your daily skincare routine and perhaps found a few semi-long black hairs on your chin does that make you a Grumpy Old Lady?

thank goodness I found them before Haim did- he would never let me live it down. They have since been eradicated - but now the never ending cycle begins: check, check again, get the magnifying mirror out, check again and PLUCK. Might have to think seriously about laser hair removal now. Apparently if you go in for one area (eg. legs) they will do a few hairs from your chin at the same tome, no extra cost. Hmmm. Have only HEARD that, mind. Haven't investigated for myself- maybe I will have to now.

With only a few days before my birthday I am feeling officially OLD. At least I am not the bearded lady- yet. Will have to check the family history on women with hairy faces- when did they start shaving?!

It's sunny out today with a bit of wind- but nice enough to contemplate a picnic on the grass and a bit of vitamin D...finally!

tardy

oh, I've been slack this week. Blame it on my sore back, lack of sun and Wimbledon. I decided that I would get outside more this week- walking, maybe ride my bike along the Thames Path and perhaps just to lie on the Green in the sun. Well. I went outside every time I went to the gym. I was outside when I went grocery shopping. I went outside when I swept the entrance to the flat and I was outside for most of yesterday when I went into town on a mission for Haim. Not much sun this week- well, for the sun-worshippers amongst us anyways; I went for a lovely long walk along the Thames Path towards Chiswick on Monday and sat for a while watching the cricketers at Old Deer Park. It was wonderful to sit in the sun and soak up some vitamin D until I smelled something a bit funky. Dog shit. Now why is it that most people can scoop it up but there's always that ONE who refuses to- as if their life is not affected by it. Well, why don't they let their dogs crap at home then? Not in a communal space designed for children and adults to use for recreation and leisure. Something needs to be done about these slack pooper-scoopers! I am on a mission now. Don't quite know what I'll do if I see someone not scooping but I usually stare long and hard at them and (I hope, I think- as a result of this tactic) I recently witnessed the resident homeless guy on the Green scooping. Success. Albeit a past success!

So my decision to get outside this week worked (even if there wasn't too much sun) and as I was out today I got caught out in a 10-minute downpour. It was in a moment of sheer London madness that I didn't take my umbrella into Richmond when I went out today (well, the sun was out, blue sky above and it was looking pretty promising). I ended up with wind-blown hair highlighted with leaves and stringy wet bits as I walked into the bank, people inside tut-tutting knowingly. I figured it was good for my soul to be wet and make-up free on a Friday afternoon in town. Upon returning home I discovered that my top had the remains of lunch planted on the front as well. cool.

Hamish spent the day at Wimbledon rubbing elbows with tennis players behind the scene but I just got to watch it on tv. Something gets lost in the translation I think!

Anyways, I am dedicated to finishing stuff off this weekend- but first finding the excellent wee scissors that mum sent and I've put somewhere 'special' so I won't lose them...I've done the inevitable and can't find them anywhere! Honestly, for those of you that have been to my home recently you will know that everything has a place and a place everything has- so where these scissors have hidden themselves is a mystery...

Oh, I forgot. The Grumpy Old Ladies show was pretty good. Emma offered to pay for my ticket if I didn't laugh...but I did. A lot of what they were saying struck close to home and although I wouldn't consider myself 'Grumpy'...it was true, so true. More than anything it highlighted the eternal plight of women everywhere, no matter what their social standing or age. These three women were great at making it quite succinct and humorous to even the men in the audience. We all have to pick up socks, put the toilet seat down and wait in vain for the slightest romantic gesture from our snoring-cursing-sports-loving-testosterone-filled-hungry-
tired-and-(of course) overworked-man.

Monday evening.

...I still have a sore back, I'm still 'English pasty white' (not much sun lately!) and I'm still not working a regular job. That said, I have decided to say 'yes' to my friends and do things I might not normally do, even if I'm not too sure what those things are. Tonight Emma and I are off the 200m across the Green to the Richmond Theatre to see Grumpy Old Women. Not having followed the British tv scene, and hence not knowing most famous faces that I see on our street on a daily basis, I am going to the show tonight quite blind- although apparently it's supposed to be really funny and Emma is wetting her pants about it...we'll see!

It's actually quite nice not knowing who the famous people are that I pass by; I'm sure if I did I would follow them home and there would be several restraining orders out on me!...although I would not classify myself as a stalker, I think we all have those tendencies when it comes to people we 'think we know but don't'- people we've seen on tv, in movies and those whom we listen to on the radio. I can remember being a bit starstruck when I first came to London and saw both Matthew Perry and Hank Azaria walking out of the Ritz. I admit, I did follow them- (from the opposite side of the road at least) but was a bit let down when they walked normally, passed people on the street and carried bags of their own groceries. Where were the PA's and the huge entourage that 'all famous people' are supposed to have?! No where near the Ritz that day. I came home and told Hamish- BIG mistake. I thought he would have the coppers onto me that night. He told me to leave them in peace and I now understand that. Peace. Ahhhhh.

Anyways, Emma is almost here and I need slap some lippy on so I at least have colourful lips. Will add the review later.

a pain in the ___!

been busy not being busy these past few days. Woke up with a sore back the other day (which I have been trying to 'ignore')- but it finally came to a head yesterday. Haim worked on it yesterday which made it even more sore (an 'owwwwwwwwww' massage instead of an 'ahhhhhhhhhhh' massage) - so I am waiting for it to allow me to move normally again and bend at the waist instead of at the knee. Luckily I don't have much on this week...yet...

spoils

so I DID go to the Sweet sample sale (I think it was the smallest store front ever!) but there was loads of lovely stuff and I managed a bit of self-restraint by only getting 5 pieces- and bargains they were! I splashed out a measly £15 on a £65 quilt and then picked up a few bits for gifts (what better time to get them?!). I saw this quilt a few months ago but knew (know?) that Haim would rather perish than have it on 'his' bed!...luckily I just got the single so it will be an accessory instead of the main feature- maybe he'll not even notice it! Truly, I'm not that hopeful but a woman can dream...

Hamish is going to watch the rugby with a client (friend?) this morning so I think I might brave the charity shop in Hampton today- and ride my freecycle bicycle instead of taking the bus...a 5 mile cycle along the Thames (for some of the way)...which requires a 5 mile bike ride along the Thames (some of the way) back! Hmmm. Only if it stays sunny.

back into it?

Ohhh, Friday the 13th. Haven't had one of these for a while.

After being vigilant and posting almost everyday, I had a wee break last week when Haim was on holiday. I was busy making stuff for several friends and their babies and I needed to rest my pin-pricked fingers and typing was not on the menu!

Hamish arrived home looking like he'd been on a deserted island for several weeks- well tanned and muscles twitching from surfing for 10 days straight! So it's back to our regular life, sleeping at normal times, cooking (read: making regular meals that aren't just salad and carrots) and doing what I call the 'man follow'- picking up all the bits of flotsam that seem to flow from him as he moves through the house, too small and insignificant for him to notice...maybe doesn't notice isn't the correct word? Some men seem to be able to walk over towels, socks and dishes until they can no longer move or need to find something they think might be buried under the bits...so perhaps it's can't notice- or refuses to notice? oh well, one day I will have a cleaner again. The thing is, our place is usually quite tidy so he's having re-learning to pick up after himself!

Today it's the sample sale for Sweet - I think it's their first one so there will be lots of stuff and lots of bargains. Haven't been to the shops for ages- especially the charity shops! One of the main reasons is- well, my favourite charity shop has been cleaned up. The manager that was there for years recently left and the new management have decided that they need order. We charity shoppers know that order is the worst thing that can happen to one's favourite shop! No more burrowing into the linen basket, pulling designer bags from the shoe bin and all the skirts and tops are on hangers with TAGS!!! Arugh! Will venture into the shops along New Kings Road in Fulham after the Sweet sale today. Fingers crossed.

...more informative London signs

Went into town today to farewell a friend who is returning home after 6 years in London- and I had to pee. Luckily for me, public loos in town are relatively abundant and I had no problems finding one- which also had a word or three of helpful advice on the wall tile 'just in case'. Ew.

I couldn't resist (obviously) as I thought these sorts of public health notices are no longer in vogue- and I think I am still right in that assumption as the phone number on the tile is desperately out of date. Sleep easy knowing that the City of Westminster is looking out for your venereal health.

animals!

I've finished all that I've started these past few days. Everyone seems to be so busy with life- I've been busy trying to get a life. The sun has been shining and it's been so lovely these past few days and I've been enjoying the Green and the gym and waking up to see the new sunny day.

I've finished this montage of beasts (front and backs below) and think I will take a break for a few days...I've got houseplants to re-pot, herbs to sow and a proper tidy-up of the other unidentifiable stuff in pots outside that I've abandoned over the winter (and the snow, rain and grey days that followed).

London streets

you know how some place names have hidden meanings? Their historical origins and the events that took place in the areas are often reflected in town, street and village names. I wonder what happened here?

swingin' London town

Was a bit scared to wake up yesterday as I went to bed with the room spinning (well, a little bit) and a tummy recently full of wonderful Hoegaarden bière blanche. On Monday I had been in town for an interview and afterwards caught up with Cliff for a few cold beverages...strangely, I didn't see any of the sights I usually see when I'm in town. No twins, no freaks, no geeks...except myself. After a short diversion into Chinatown I saw Cliff safely onto the bus, walked back to the tube through and extremely quiet Leicester Square (see photo) and got back home with no (self-inflicted) incidents. Didn't trip, didn't introduce myself to strangers and didn't start speaking French to the person sitting opposite me on the tube. I did get a bad case of the giggles though- but not enough for anyone to think it was unusual. Just another Monday in town.

Great to see Cliff, let my hair down for a few hours and have a night out.

some words to live by...

''Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone.''
-Lin Yutang

(I must admit that this is only part of the quote proper but I thought it apt; yes, although I am currently committed to finishing everything I start, I can rest easy knowing that not finishing is of equal nobility. Sometimes finishing is hard. It is hard to wrap things up and send them in the post. Hard to entrust things to strangers who will deliver them to their intended; hard to know when to start again).

take your own bags!

I unearthed this Cath Kidston material when I was doing the shift from boxes to 'fabric file' the other day and decided to use it for a new bag. Nothing beats a new bag! I didn't use a pattern, just freestyled it and this is the result - straps are a bit short so some fine tuning might be in order if I ever feel the urge...I don't at the moment! Girls, enjoy your bags.

cups and saucers

what can I say about this...the best charity shop buy of the week?! I saw it on the rack, glupped and grabbed it. Yep, I really grabbed it. There was no one else around but I was determined. When I took it up to the counter to pay the lady laughed and asked if I 'would wear it for tea?'. Ho ho ho, I was laughing too, because it only cost me £3 (for those of you that need reminding, this is from Orla Kiely)!

Welcome June, bring on the (English) summer!

If April showers bring May flowers what do May downpours bring? more flowers? bugs? snails? ants and spiders seeking shelter? yep, all of the aforementioned are aplenty on Portland Terrace. Bringing in the first day of a new month was sun till 7:30am followed by a light cloud cover- although enough to block both the sun and the blue sky I know is up there- for the rest of the day? Hmm, time will tell but I would put money on it being a still, humid and grey day today. It's nice and cool inside so I think I will sew bunting, sew kittys and hunker down inside for the remainder of the weekend.

fabric file

Dressed up, make-up on and a swagger in my step I went to the College and bravely asked if I could have the trolly. After telling me I could have the coveted trolly, the secretary was a bit more cunning than I and called the caretaker to double check. He said no. Fair enough, nothing ventured, nothing gained. It only cost me the 2 minute walk and a bit of mascara!

So after digging through several boxes, bags and suitcases (again) to find a piece of fabric for a quilt I am making for baby Dylan, I finally decided to take the plunge and get a proper system! I don't have a dedicated room that I can leave me crafting stuff laying about in so I knew I needed something on wheels. £28 lighter I left Ikea, and here is what I got:



I had a good sort out too, now I just need to use it all...but does one ever use it all?

Yesterday Clémence and I spent the day choosing, cutting and sewing fabric for her wedding bunting. It was such a calm and easy day together and I was pleased I could help her (in a small way) with her wedding day preparation...there's more to make so it will be a project for the rest of the week while Haim is away and I have some time in between normal daily life!

alien purl bunny

...keeping true to my word I have made something larger than a deck of cards again this week, although no less frustrating and probably the same amount of pricked fingers and time! Flip it over and it's two bunnies in one! I can't decide if it's involved in a stick-up or an angry... time to do some pattern alterations? I got the pattern from the purl bee which has a lot of lovely things to look at and patterns of things to make on your own.



Oh! Quick! the sun has just come out! Time to open the windows and let some fresh air in.

I used some of the precious Amy Butler fabric for one side and vintage (circa 2003!) ikea fabric for the other, and felt scraps for the inner ears...This is supposed to be for a birthday gift but I think I'll call it my trial one and make another one (a bit bigger as well) this weekend.

Hamish left at 5:30am this morning for Portugal and I was half awake while he was getting last minute things ready to go and FULLY awake by the time the taxi came to pick him up. What does one do that early in the morning?! Eyes too puffy to sew, can't concentrate on a book, too dark for a walk, too early for tv! So I checked my email (nothing) and busied myself with laundry, a bit of cleaning and attempted to sort through the boxes of fabric I have in our storage room. Note to self: don't sort ANYTHING at 5:30am, it only seems like a good idea!

There is a rack on wheels- a bit hard to describe, the type that bread comes in from the bakers- sitting outside the local adult college- that I have been coveting for about a month. I might get up enough courage to go and ask the secretary for it today. It would be a great rack for fabric and I could think of a hundred other uses for it. I walk by it every day on my way to and from the gym. It sits forlornly and desolately outside one of the side entrances and I think if I was to go and push it home no one would notice...EXCEPT for the loud clanging of wheels and the oddity of a woman pushing it through the quiet streets of Richmond. Best to ask for it from the secretary who knows nothing of it and therefore gives it freely! Fingers crossed!

new toy

Hamish is off for a week's surfing in Portugal and instead of hiring yet another SatNav I decided it was time we invested in one ourselves!

It hadn't quite got the positioning correct at this stage, but after playing with it for a mere three hours last night Haim got everything working to his liking and it's all good to go!

It seems he is away more than home lately but I'll be busy with interviews and the gym... although my arms feel about to fall off with my newest programme (to make me fighting fit!) I will carry on through the pain knowing it will all be worth it in the end...but the whole point is that there is no end...oh bother!

set the frog free

...so with my recent and public pledge to finish off all of my 'projects' this afternoon I tiptoed outside cross stitch for some variety. Eyes were getting wonky, head was feeling light, fingers needed a rest from all the poking! This frog was one of my ongoing and seemingly endless starters that had become a bit of a bugbear...for a small frog he's certainly given me some grief (of which I am prepared to share should anyone want to hear). I think it should become a paperweight instead of it's original intended destiny as part of a hanging mobile for baby Dylan! I've filled it with sand in protest, although the protest is all my own. I think I will stick to more traditional 'baby' things for the mobile- ducks, bees, boats. Plus the poor frog looks like he's currently involved in a stick up!

Luckily I haven't spent my whole day on him, and I'm thinking it might be good to do a catch and release this time- with the amount of rain we've had these past few days there is surely a puddle close by that he'll thrive in...I will hereby stick to items no smaller than a (large) deck of cards and please, please, please hold me to that! xt

raining again...

What to do on a rainy day in London?

• lie in bed listening to rain till 10am   
• go to gym
• watch dvd
  
• finish cross stitch
  
• iron like a mad woman
  
• update blog (once, twice, three times)
  
• catch up on washing
  
• write a few emails
  
• read last chapter of novel I've been reading for almost a month!
  
• sort kitchen utensil drawer so I can open it without surrendering to the whisk!
  
• 100 strokes with the brush through my hair
  
• annoy Hamish without being too annoying
  
• walk to shop, buy whole chicken, leave for husband to prepare while I go to the gym!
  
• return a few phonecalls
  
• return a few text messages
  
• feed the squirrels (who don't mind the rain as much as humans and have taken over the park benches!)
  
• surf internet for interesting things to cook
• clean the shower
• organise sock drawer (just kidding Martha!)

Twins on the bus...

Funny things I see in London...Oxford Street, 3pm on a Tuesday.

Cupcakes!

After seeing her on Martha, I finally got a hold of Betz White's book and made some cupcakes of my own. Many sore fingers from the sewing, pricking and stabbing of needles but they have been worth it I think! (the birds from before are based on her pattern too).

The fabric in the background is another find from a few weeks ago- it's Amy Butler for Rowan Fabrics and I got it at a bargain price off ebay. Liberty carry a good variety of her fabrics but they didn’t have this one when I was there a few weeks ago.

And thanks to mum, I finally have a pair of scalloped edge scissors! After turning over every imaginable stone here in the UK, I managed to find these at a shop down the road from mum's house in Kelowna! They were picked up, posted, received and tested by me within 5 days of the first phonecall for them. Thanks mum.

Orla Kiely Sample Sale!!!

After battling the entrance line for a good hour last week I managed to get inside the saleroom, grab what I could and wait for another hour in the checkout line. I was good, I was great. I managed to not spend every last penny in our account and got a bargain in the process. I got a wallet, a small zip bag, a lovely sample skirt and this apple green leather bag. I was actually in line to pay and spotted that the woman carrying the bag had set it down- to grab something else? to balance? decided against it? not sure, didn't care! I asked the woman closest to it pass it over to me (I was two tables away and not leaving my spot in the line!)- so she did and boy, did I ever! I love it, it's great, it's fresh and it's mine! I'm sure I've seen it before at a past sale but not in the shops... Afterwards, in my post-sale bliss I thought I would stop in at the local shop and get a few bits for tea. After waiting in line (again) and paying for my stuff I was rudely pushed aside by a very grumpy guy (he was obviously tired of lines that day too). He yelled at me to move on and all I could do was stare at him- a truly jaw dropping moment- I couldn't believe how rude he was! After being berated I simply closed my hanging mouth, smiled and told him to have a wonderful evening. Honestly, I'm sure he didn't even register that I'd said that but it made me feel better. Everyone behind him was as gobsmacked as I was but, this being London, no one said anything and everyone continued on as normal. I was shaking as I left the store and quickly walked to the bus stop. Once safely on the bus home I managed to sooth myself with my bag of bags. Ah, London.

...On the way home I thought I would stop in at a few charity shops along the way...here's what's taken my fancy this past week or so!

Fab silver shoes!

Great Granny coat!



...and an old white flower frame vase.

I have decided to tidy up all 'unfinished', 'half started' and 'almost done' projects this week, including some old cross stitch, a quilted blanket and several skirts. Should be an interesting week.

birds, picnics and sun

It was another hot sunny, sunny, sunny day today and the blue sky was endless.

To make the most of this past week- while Hamish is away and which could possibly be the last one I have to myself before I start working again...I have been doing all sorts of 'me' things. Sewing, sewing, charity shopping and visiting with friends. Today my friend Dushka and I sat on the Green and had a picnic lunch with lovely things from a couple of the local shops. We watched people and wondered if any of them worked?- but then again I think they were probably thinking the same about us! What a great day.

I made a new felt bird today- what a lot of work but very cute I think! I will make some more of these for the market on Saturday as I have lots of cupcakes and felt I needed to add something new for the stall. I hope there will be enough room for it all!

May Day in Richmond

Woke up this morning to the sound of a loudspeaker announcing that the bacon butties were ready at stall 5...so I went out to investigate and found the entire Green had been taken over for the May Day Charity event ... complete with bouncy castle, about a dozen white elephant stalls and of course the bacon butties, hot dogs and fried onions. I was about an hour off the start but the pickings left at 9:30 were still pretty good and I hauled home three bags of essentials! Fabric, clothes, vintage platters, lace and even a couple of old suitcases.

There was a stage and local schools and groups were dancing and singing...When I heard the announcement for the Morris Dancers I went over again to watch the four groups of dancers (kids and adults) and felt quite nostalgic ... then took another spin round the remainders of the white elephants for the inevitable end of day deals!

There were probably a few hundred people - the most I've ever seen on the Green! with the sun out, a few cool drinks in their bellies and a lovely atmosphere today they will probably realise what a great spot it is and our weekends will never be the same!

Imogen and I have a market stall next week in Marylebone and I have much to do to prepare! I need to sew aprons for us to wear, more pincushions, hangers and some button decorations. I will definitely have sore fingers and wonky eyes by the end of the weekend.


Back to the sewing...