My home is surrounded by trees. We live in a secluded oasis, not visible from the roads or fields.
This morning, Himself took all his chain saw gear out with him to work. He’s on the third week of Emergency Response/Rescue and when the weather is like this – they can spend all night clearing fallen trees.
I love the sound. It’s much like living by the sea.
Very relaxing :o)
Oh. And free wood for the burner makes up for 3 weeks of seeing each other for less than an hour each day.
Altered Images were a Glasgow band from the ’80’s and their song Happy Birthday was a favourite of mine.
Day After Tomorrow is my late Mum’s birthday.
Next month BFF & I will reach an iconic birthday….though hers is exactly 3 weeks before me :o)
Yeah. She knows. Having been BFF’s since we were both 11, I may have mentioned it once or twice (!)
Bloody Scorpios. Tchss!
One day – when me and she reach 100 – we WILL celebrate like this. Because everyone’ll think we’re old and demented.
Apropos of nothing – I HATE OCTOPUSSIES. Himself used to snorkel off the Rock of Gibraltar and catch the horrible things. Once he brought one home and put it in my freezer. The bastard sea creature squirted black ink everywhere. Calamari? I’d rather eat all four of my car’s tyres, thank you very much.
Oh and btw : Travis are Scottish too & poor wee Greta is still aLive&KicKinG arse.
I could’ve done it this lazy, packaged way but “I Did It MY Way.”
It gets tricky when 2 think that mushrooms are the food of the devil, 1 thinks peas are the devil’s food, 1 is in Vampire mode (awake from dusk til dawn) and another one of you is on Emergency Rescue again and won’t be home until about 9pm.
I’ve learned to juggle meals and timelines. And weirdos.
MY recipe – Irish beef, cut into thin strips and fried. One white onion (diced) one red pepper (diced) A HUGE dollop of Dijon Mustard (don’t lick the spoon clean afterwards…I’m still a bit red in the face but my sinuses are clear) beef stock, cornflour, smoked paprika, about half a ton of freshly ground pepper and a huge spoonful of Clotted Cream. All served with Basmati rice.
For he and me, I’ve added peas from yesterday. And not a mushroom in sight. Sadly.
So that’d be From Russia (via Lincolnshire) with love, yes?
I talked about Tove a while back. She was a writer and artist and is best known for The Moomins.
Excellently confortable ‘tablier’ style pull over dress, inspired by an painter’s apron which Tove Jansson (1914-2001,author of The Moomins, in Finland) wore in her portrait. You can also make it without collar to have traditional ‘tablier’. The large size pocket is also useful for any type of works. The pattern for the sleeves also contains both of half length and three quarter length.
After a bit of to&fro via email with Japan, I have bought this paper pattern.
Yay. Sexy as eff.
Or perfectly practical for a person like me.
Only thing is : Japanese peeps are teeny tiny.
My eldest son left us when he was 17…for a three week stay in Japan. He and his mate were well over 6 feet tall and the photos are hilarious. TinyTinyTinyTinyHUGETinyTinyTinyHUGE. Both blonde and standing well above the crowds.
Oh. And I have to cut the EXTRA LARGE version. Which is slightly insulting to a person with body issues.
We were having a discussion last weekend about childhood bedrooms. I’ve always let my boys decorate as and what they want…..EXCEPT when youngest wanted to paint his ceiling black. Then I got all forbidding and How Dare You!
My parents did this for us too. I painted my bedroom light purple. Had a dark purple bedspread and my Dad helped me paint all the furniture white.
As a young teenager, my favourite piece of clothing was a cheesecloth shirt. I wore it to death!
I have a few metres of striped cheesecloth now for shirt, dressmaking. Sigh.
I love cheesecloth. So 1970’s.
It’s also called Muslin and was once so finely woven that it was known as Garment of the Wind.
Though Dhaka muslin vanished more than a century ago, there are still intact saris, tunics, scarves and dresses in museums today. Occasionally one will resurface at a high-end auction house such as Christie’s and Bonhams, and sell for thousands of pounds.
How about a revisit to the Emperor With No Clothes?
Ranting is good. And Karolina has a good rant here.
I’d add :
You’re Not Ugly, You’re Just Without a Mortarboard, A Piece of Paper Saying That You ARE Officially Educated/Expert, A Peasant, A Non-Conformist, A Ranty Ranter, A Housewife, A Friendless/Worthless/Drivelling POS, NOT WELCOME HERE.
Oh. I haven’t had such a good laugh as I’ve had today in yonks :o)
I must’ve been “Gay” all my life and never knew it.
That’s a bummer.
I’ve done ALL that Rowan describes, all of my life.
OK. That’s me out of the wardrobe.
I AM OFFICIALLY A GAY FEMALE& SLIGHTLY QUEER TOO!
I’m also a huge Agatha Christie fan and she uses “GAY” to mean happy & “QUEER” to mean strange.
BTW : When I was 6 years old and we had to live with Nan for a while before moving to Scotland, I gathered all the fallen petals from her roses and squished them into a jar of water – to make rose water.
Members of my Mother’s Norfolk family were called Dyer. Which is lovely. We obviously had some real live dyers as ancestors.
Two pieces of clothing are all but finished now and I want to dye them. One being calico and the other linen, a natural dye is needed but I’ve kinda, sorta cheated and bought a product rather than do it from scratch. It’s still all natural but comes in a plastic bottle….and as I’m impatient….needs must.
When my garden gets back into full swing over the coming months I will harvest plants for later dyeing adventures.
Oh. And I need to eat more avocados. Yum…love ’em. Except I rarely wear green – it reminds me too much of army uniforms. Oh. Hang on a minute :
Having a modicum of dressmaking abilities, a house full of stuff that needs to be clutter-cleared i.e. Old Clothes and also having the tiniest budget – I’m going back to the past to make my own clothes.
Everything changes including lifestyle and body-shape. I no longer need tailored suits, evening wear, the latest fashionable fashion. Jeans just now look like instruments of torture.
Enter the Capsule Wardrobe.
There are basic basics that we all need. T-shirts, long sleeved or short, thick woolly jumpers and outer garments, something that’ll not shame you in front of the in-laws during the warmer days etc.
I know what I like, what feels comfortable, how my days are going to be, what colours are MINE, how I can get very cold in an instant, how I deplore being all creased and sweaty … and I’m not a huge fan of ironing.
Natural materials. Simple lines. One to wear, one to wash, one for spare.
The lovely girl below is going on a vintage cruise and needs a new, simple, light wardrobe to take with her.
Let’s pick up some tips and stop giving money to wear, wash and throwaway clothing companies, yeah?
The History of the Spice Trade is a fascinating subject.
I’m not “up” on all that but…
…I’m an almost life-long proponent of the health benefits of spices. And – quite by accident (?) – my entire upbringing has been filled with foreign foods. Mum made a wonderful curry, every third Saturday night for us. She was never frightened of using herbs and spices in meals.
Her secret bread sauce recipe, that I still use to this day, was always topped off with a good grating of nutmeg.
Plague masks were meant to be full of spices to stop the Plague doctors from being…plagued.
Tonight we are having HOT Chili Con Carne for tea. To blow away the cobwebs. Runny noses and teary eyes incoming :o)
The quote above belongs to ME now. As in, I’ve come to fully own it through experience.
And I WILL stand by it.
To be hated for what we ARE is so much better than the lie. In my opinion.
Something that I’ve never talked about fully is being psychic, or whatever label you want to call it. I prefer the old label – SEER.
Clairsentience is real.
It is also a road to hell when you blurt out unwanted truths…like me. All the time. Ooops.
Growing up with other family members who denied their “real” because they were too afraid to step away from Societal Norms might’ve made me swing the pendulum a bit too far the other way.
When you are having a wonderful conversation with someone and you suddenly, innocently blurt out – How many Children Have You Had? Things start to get very tricky. Very fast. That’s how I know about her appalling childhood.
It opened a wound deeply buried yet still raw and bleeding at the time.
She’s all but healed from it now that it’s no longer a dark secret. TRUTH.
I’d rather be hated or avoided than FAKE LOVED. Thank you :o)
Again – I am NOT an expert here. No qualifications on paper just an almost life-long interest in these subjects.
Feng shui – since my early 20’s.
Space Clearing – since my middle 20’s.
So that’s quite a time to research, on & off.
Today my home smells like an Indian Temple.
I’ve tried many different incenses but I always return to Nag Champa. Oud from Dubai is “the best” in my opinion but I no longer have contact with the Middle East now…and I don’t trust t’internet to sell me the real deal!!!
Say what y’all like about Amazon but I’ve used it since 2000 and will carry on doing so. The Nag Champa they sell there is real. If you buy the certificated stuff. A box with 12 boxes of 12-15 sticks only costs £9.
Yes. I did…..and still do (?) have a bit of a crush on David Essex.
I’ve always known that he was of Gypsy (Irish Traveller) descent. He never made a secret of it. But – as he has grown older, he’s come to appreciate his heritage more and more. Like I have.
I know him best through War of the Worlds. He was the Artillery Man.
P.S. Somewhere in MY soul I have a Gypsy past. FACT!
BTW : New Age Travellers are not real TRAVELLERS. They are tax dodgers and drop-outs and tieves (Spelling meant) and pretenders who have NO connection to their past. They even reject their own families.
I’ve met both true Romany and the New Age ones.
Sorry. Got distracted and slightly confused by a Thunderchild. Did I see a KenBran here. Doing Dunkirk?
We once lived in a flat, my parents, me, one toddler brother and one baby brother and the grown ups knew exactly how to keep me quiet and occupied for hours. All it took was a scrapbook, some Victorian pictures, scissors and a glue stick. I’d be parked at the dining room table but always found that too confining so ended up on the floor surrounded by “stuff.”
I’ve gone back to this just recently with Sarica as my guide and mentor.
The Traveler’s Notebook is now being used as both a planner and a journal. I’ve thrown away the amazing Ryder Carroll system. Again – far too restrictive.
My journal has two sentences hand written on the cover. The one in the title above because this process is incredibly peaceful and meditative. The other is a quote from Hamlet…
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS.
Simple. Childlike and something that can be done as and when.
My youngest son paying for a pre-Christmas, pre- Christmas shop with his own debit card…………….
I’m still feeling a bit whoozy about that :o)
The car needs a darn good clean. All that wet and windy and muddy weather.
Even with a highly organised bullet journal, with a 2021 AND a 2022 handwritten calendar, I still don’t know what day of the week it is. Wednesday? Monday?
Both my laptop and my tv are sending me the same old, same old youtube BS. With the same old, same old peeps. Saying the same old, same old crap. And repeating the same old, same words and emojis.
A bit of a same old, same day all around out there.
But NOT in my world :o)
I’ve discovered WASHI TAPE. Woooohooooooo! Above is my first haul.
I love, adore, scwhoon over the muted colours. Like those found in old frescos. They are usually called “blackened” or “greyed” colours because they contain certain amounts of black or grey to knock them back.
My entire house is painted with Farrow & Ball Colours. Not a brilliant white or a vibrant blue to be seen. It has neutral, muted, calming walls in whites and greens and lavenders – all of them “knocked back.”
The true colours come from the soft furnishings. My handmade quilts and Persian rugs and hand-knitted cushion covers.
I’ve even taught my son the value of this colour scheme. His rooms (still being decorated) are all muted blues and greys and greens and his bed will be topped by a mad Mother made -Kaffe Fassett material- quilt.