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Hotel du Lac (Anita Brookner) I can’t believe that nobody had ever suggested this book to me before… why?? It is simply brilliant. Not in a shout out brilliant, but in a modest, subtle, elegant way brilliant. Yes, it’s an elegant book, that’s it. Edith writes romantic novels under a pseudonym but her life is […]
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This week it’s going to be a quilt party around here… I’ve taken a lot of photographs yesterday and I want to share with you all that caught my eye. Also, believe me when I say that not a lot is going on behind the scene if you discount school shopping and normal holiday life […]
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I’m off to Italy for the weekend to see family. Alone. Feeling giddy and slightly giddy in equal measure. (as a child I used to love the movies with Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis… and we chose Dean’s song “that’s Amore” as our wedding song. I’m ever so fond of the old crooner)
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I have so many things to talk to you about this week I don’t know where to start… three books (three!!), a tidy studio (rare occurrence), a finished quilt (even rarer than a tidy studio)… geesh… first things first though; what I want to share is the beautiful visit to Hauser & Wirth Somerset. We […]
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I had a fabulous birthday. Fabulous, daaaahling! After sending the boys to school we leisurely drove to Babington House where we had a most delicious lunch with friends and then chilled out in the spa. You know when you’re so relaxed that you lose the sense of time? That. Can you believe it was once […]
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Girl in a Miniskirt Reading The Bible Outside My Window (by Charles Bukowski) Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads […]
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We like March, his shoes are purple (by Emily Dickinson) We like March, his shoes are purple, He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his coming, And begets her spot. Stands the sun so close and mighty That our minds are hot. […]
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Last Sunday was the first time I got to spend Mothering Sunday with my mum in 28 years. Isn’t it crazy? To make it special I had booked a tour of Highclere Castle in Berkshire – the home of ‘Downton Abbey – for the two of us; mom is a huge Downton fan, she watches […]
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… I do have a few things to show you, but I’m trying to catch up on life today and I have a really busy weekend ahead so for now let’s keep to the original schedule. As you know this past week my American friend/AFS sister was visiting from California and we’ve spent most of […]
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Letter Beginning with Two Lines by Czesław Miłosz (by Matthew Olzmannn) You whom I could not save, Listen to me. Can we agree Kevlar backpacks shouldn’t be needed for children walking to school? Those same children also shouldn’t require a suit of armor when standing on their front lawns, or snipers to watch their backs […]
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