… One more post about my trip and then I’ll stop, I promise! I didn’t know much about the sculptor Louise Bourgeois aside from her giant spider sculptures and her later life visceral prints… as a matter of fact one of her spiders was on show at the MoMA and boy, that thing was HUGE. …
Last day.Horrid weather. Drenching. Grey. Dark. (New York has always got a certain charm but I didn’t have the right shoes that’s for sure…) So after packing up our suitcases we decided to go to a museum; and what a remarkably unoriginal idea it turned out to be. The Moma was the closest so armed …
So this week I had all good intentions of talking to you guys loads… and then I lost two whole days with the mother of all headaches. One of those headaches when you feel your brain is too physically too big for your head and therefore your head feels like it’s going to explode… …
Not an apple pie, not an apple tart… just a simple, old fashioned apple cake. Delicious. In my old and tattered cookery book there’s the copy of an email that my mother sent me on Nov 18, 2000. Seeing the delivery address makes me feel funny… a month later I would say goodbye to my …
I’m probably the last person to jump on the giant knitting bandwagon… but better late than never, right? I’ve always admired the oversized wool from afar but it was only when I saw one first hand at The Village Haberdashery than I really understood. I literally saw the light in between the giant stitches. Giant …
I love wreaths on doors. I love how they make doors more friendly, how they mark the change of the seasons or express the personality of the owners or simply make things prettier. Yesterday, because it’s September and September is the month of new beginnings (January, schmanuary) and because we’ve been away so much this …
I’m writing this wearing a huge wool cardigan and looking at the grey sky through the kitchen window. We arrived back home yesterday afternoon… under the rain… and whilst for a split second the fresh air was welcome after the torrid heat of Italy, the novelty factor soon wore off. We were all kind of …
Who doesn’t love a good reclamation yard? When Mr M dragged my out of bed this morning to keep him company I might have winged a little (in my excuse I was hungry… I’m never good before breakfast). We visited Ronson Reclamation in Gloucester. We had a little mission but mostly we just looked around …
… I realise it sounds a little bit “oxymoronish”… but if you do live in England you understand… right? “Summer” is often an “idea” more than reality… which is ok, there are other benefits… like you never wear out your sandals for example (they last for years….), and sometimes you do need a light snood …
When I was younger ‘clogs’ were our summer shoes. The feeling of bare feet on the wooden sole, the feeling of being taller… the clippety cloppety noise… it reminds me of my childhood. Maybe it only happened a handful of times, or even ones and my mind is playing tricks with me… but either …
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