Wednesday, 31 January 2007
Cute kitty! This is Mo, one of my little 'charges' as they used to say. He's still a kitten and very full of beans. Also pictured a red door that I saw when out with Daphne and the tail light of that VW I saw last week.
Had Marley at vet for final injection today. He was SO well behaved. We've only done his training for 5 days and already the difference is amazing. The receptionist was very impressed, but the patronising vet just couldn't be nice about it and said "he seems to be under control, for now". Pah. He's just jealous cause his tip to copntrol him was to stand on the lead so he couldn't move, whereas we want him to stay calm without having to restrain him. We win.
Tuesday, 30 January 2007
Monday, 29 January 2007
First up, Kate, sorry, I dropped my moby and broke it! Simm is in another phone but it's so old and crap I can't text on it, but glad you got my Happy Anniversary email, and your celebration sounded wonderful!
Ok, now to the gritty stuff. I had 'the meeting' today. It was less bad than I expected in that it involved everyone that works the same shift as me, so it felt less personal when I was told I'd be out of a job as of 26th Feb. I guess I won't be having a fancy dress party for Chinese New Year after all, although things have been so hectic I may not have done it in the end anyway.
The up-side is that legally they have to make us redundant so there will be some sort of financial buffer, but I am scared. I already live on less money that most people would think possible. My health makes it really hard for me to get any sort of normal job anymore. I could handle it for a short time but the energy needed to sustain it would run out very quickly and the old problems would rear their ugly heads again so, long term, it would be very bad news. I need to find something that is a bit physical, stress free, part time and most importantly flexible to fit my unusual hours. And hey, creative would be good too, though nothing with deadlines as I'd just stress myself sick.
I had a fantasy about making stuff for mirrormirror but the whole self employment thing is so problematic (did it for 6 years) and Mr Tax Man never believes I'm living on as little as I amApart from anything else I have taken on Marley based on being available to look after him when L is at work.
But... despite having PMS just now I am still able to see a silver lining, I don't need to worry about getting the day off on my birthday the weekend after, yipeee! If the weather was dry I could go to the beach, I'd love that, not been this year yet and it'd be great for Marley. I can't wait to see him on the beach, he'll match the sand.
Expect to see a lot of posts in bursts, I like to blog to distract my mind from money worries. And talking of distraction Kirsty had this great cartoon here on her blog about avoiding doing your tax return.
Sunday, 28 January 2007
sky over the North Sea at Gullane
Finally a response to the tag by Susan at Art Esprit to tell 6 odd things about myself. It was quite hard cause most of them are written on my blog already but here are a few I may have missed...
1. I can fit my entire fist in my mouth.
My hands are not small, so this was a good party piece in my teens and early 20's. Not done it for years now. Someone once saw me pop an entire Belgian honey waffle in my mouth (you know, the big round hard ones with the honey centres, mmmmm). He said I looked like Joni Mitchell and got me to sing the 'Parking Lot' song with the waffle intact.
2. I have an area on my leg, near the ankle called a Maureen.
It's named after a neighbour* I had years ago. Long silly story, but it will be forever called my Maureen. It is a very tender spot that seems to trigger some sort of emotional trauma and I sometimes instantly and uncontrollably wail if anyone presses it, like for a massage (as I discovered during some Shiatsu).
3. I used to shut myself inside a hospital cupboard.
It was the cupboard at the Eye hospital where they kept the stick on eye patches, I loved the smell of them (similar to plasters/band aids) and so, to keep me happy during checkups or before operations they LOVELY lady Doctor used to let me get in the cupboard. This was doubley nice for me as I was super shy and liked to hide under tables so no-one would notice me. I also had a Pirate patch for a short time. It was just another example of my loving all things Piratey. I didn't know then that I'd actually been named after a Pirate Radio station (Cally is only my nickname).
4. I have 4 finger tips like an amazonian tree frog.
They are kind of spatulate, you know, like little pads. I rather like them but it is only on the 2 middle fingers of each hand. I doubt if it is in anyway connected to the fact that as a baby I spent 2 years in Navy wives housing which, it transpired, had been built over toxic land. Luckily we'd moved before I was of an age to play about on the land around the housing blocks.
5. I have 3 kinds of dried animal/bird poo in my spare room.
I have sheep, cow and owl. I know this sounds strange but the cow and sheep poo's are really just grass and are amazing colours. I;d actually like to make a necklace from the sheep poo 'beads' to hang in a frame with an illustration of the area I found it. Owl poo is interesting because when you open them up they often have dozens of tiny tiny bones inside them. Not had time to look yet.
6. I often dream in Turkish.
I learned to speak basic Turkish, in part, from daily trips into the mountains in the South of Turkey with my boyfriend's mother when I was 24. We would take the goats up to graze on prickly bushes each day when he was at work. She spoke no English so we communicated with signs, gestures and doodles in my sketchbook.
We had a lot of laughs and I massively widened my vocabulary. Books and the boyfriend (biggest love of my life) helped with the actual grammar. and though I can't recall much in waking life, it is all still there when I have Turkish dreams and I wake up remember lots of words for a few hours.
* that neighbour, Maureen, was appropriately called 'HOVIS' at school. HOVIS is a brand of sliced bread which used to be small, brown and firm - just like her (she is a big fan of putting on too much fake tan on her already olivey skin).
Saturday, 27 January 2007
This is my entry for the 'January' photo competion over at Living Gorgeously.
It seems very fitting that Santa would be found lying in a field, legless, now that everyone has forgotten him. For those who've not heard the term legless, it means drunk, very drunk. And there were about 6 empty beer bottles lying near by so it is very fitting that he is legless in every sense of the word. Poor Santa, January must be tough for him.
The above shot is my favourite because it looks more surreal and the darker sky seems more like January, but I also like this sunnier one that has more context and shows his full body, or what there is of it, so this can be an entry too...
Now usually we only see him sitting with kids on his knees, or facing us. But when he is drunk he has no shame and will let any casual passer by photograph his bottom...
I like his swirly beard.
I stumbled across him 2 weeks ago and have been attempting to photograph him in decent light and without Marley dragging me through barbed wire to get to him. Even without legs he's about 5 feet tall, and appropriately round. Here's one of my colder morning photo's where I managed to prop him up for a minute before the wind toppled him....
I bought a tiny organic violet turnip because I liked it's subtle colours.
This morning my Living Etc. arrived with a little Donna Hay magazine supplement inside. I knew Living Etc. carried recipes by Donna Hay but had no idea that in Australia there was an entire magazine. It is described as 'the world's most beautiful food magazine' and I'd have to agree if the supplement is an accurate reflection, the photographs were absolutely beautiful. And the recipes sound delicious and simple.
If I didn't already receive Living Etc. I'd buy it for the Donna Hay. Go, Buy! And if you really have cash to splash you can subscribe to the full Donna Hay magazine here.
By happy coincidence, some of the shots match my turnip so here are a couple, excuse picture quality, I was in bed with bad light and I'd crumpled the pages a bit. The real thing is focussed and flawless.
Bad hard was getting a letter from the company manager saying I'm being called in for a meeting to discuss my future with them. Given that I had a confrontation with a lower manager last week, I'm guessing he is not calling me in to promote me. Here's hoping I have a job next month, winter is not a nice time to be unemployed! These pictures from a walk earlier this week seemed appropriate...
Bubamaca has done the some gorgeous bold embroidery on the collar of her winter coat.
Thursday, 25 January 2007
It's Burns night here in Scotland and we traditionally celebrate with a Burns Supper. Last year we had it in the Arctic Circle. except when it was all made it turned out Andy had bought the meat haggis instead of the veggie one, so I couldn't have it. I was so upset - and hungry.
No time to blog with pictures but I like a vegetarian haggis from here on Burns night (and any other cold night for that matter). Eugh I hear many of you say, but strust me VEGGIE HAGGIS IS DELICIOUS. I've lost count of how many meat eaters now thrive on MacSween's veggie haggis instead of the meat variety. It is served with Neeps and Tatties (that's turnips and potatoes to non Scots). Very delicious comfort food.
Here thanks to the MacSween site are traditional Burns Poems often read as part of the Burns Supper (it's all very ordered you know).
Here is the text of the most popular poems used at Burns Night events - The Selkirk Grace, To A Haggis and Auld Lang Syne...
Some hae meat and canna eat
And some wad eat that want it:
But we hae meat and we can eat,
And sae the Lord be thankit.
To A Haggis
Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o' the Puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o' need,
While thro' your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.
His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An' cut you up wi' ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Then, horn for horn they stretch an' strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi' perfect sconner
Looks down wi' sneering, scornfu' view
On sic a dinner?
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro' bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll mak it whissle;
An' legs, an' arms, an' heads will sned,
Like taps o' thrissle.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if you wish her gratefu' pray'r,
Gie her a Haggis!
Auld Lang Syne*
Should auld acqaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acqaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
And there's a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak' a ight gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Robert Burns 1759-1796
* This version is taken from The Kilmarnoch Edition.
If you live in the US then I think you can also access her videos here, inc the EM track in case you haven't heard it (it's so Doris and Judy but the instrumentation is even cheekier), sadly it says it won't play outside the States - boo hoo. She also has her own site here but again, EM doesn't seem to be on it.
Through searching her on Amazon I also found Nellie MacKay who I've not heard before. I'm not entirely sure if I liked her or not, but I got a strong feeling I'd love her album if she sang it in French! How odd, but I think a lot of it would work in French, it has that slightly skippy bounce that a lot of French music has, a little Euro Pop but not in a bad way (and lets face it, a lot of that really is bad). Do you know what I mean?
So my plea to you all is to enlighten me about new female artists singing in a 50's style. I really can't get enough of that kind of thing and totally thrive on the original smokey or perky songs of Peggy Lee, Julie London, Ella Fitzgerald, Dinah Washington, Dinah Shore etc. Hard to choose a favourite but 'Black Coffee' by Peggy Lee would definitely be in the top 5 for me, her voice is so coffee-ish in that one, it just pours out thick and intense and s-l-o-w.
This peg was holding protective fleece around a tomato plant, but the wind took care of that. Still, it has a quality I like so it'll stay put. I've decided not to grow tomatoes this year, a bit of a shocker! But the guilt of them dying if you leave home for a bit is too much. I will hold back until my life is more organised again. But I do have something I'd like to try in the ground...
Over the few years I've been training my palette to enjoy foods which I previously disliked but which I wanted to like. I've had great success with feta and similar sheep/goats cheeses so that I can have a slight cheesy treat in summer salads. Astounding happiness has at last come from the enjoyment of olives which I deeply wanted to love and now do.
Next on my horizon is betroot, I was talking about this last summer but was so busy I never made time to grow any, but maybe this year? I mean, they are just so beautiful and I love colour for drawing and dying things, but have never liked the taste. Well I plan to change that.
I was talking with L about it last week (we were teaching Marley that barking will not get attention, only make us talk more and look at him less, it worked well). It seems like food fate that I just clicked for the first time on a link to brilliant foody blog Delicious Days. The 1st post I saw... beetroot! And not just beetroot but betroot for begginers "The beetroot’s earthy flavor makes a fantastic combination with the apples, probably the best way to convince other beetroot haters of its delicious qualities."
It was a delight to read such a well written version of my own bad beetroot memories and always a bonus when a food blog has such enticing photographs like this one. I do encourage you to visit.
Wednesday, 24 January 2007
These are the wonderful paint chip embroidery works from one of my absolute favourite bloggers, the delightful Lisa Solomon. Blogger won't import these full size but they are too beautiful to be stretched and fuzzy. You can see them clearly (please do) plus more of her paint chips over at The Beholder. And if you don't know Lisa already Design Sponge has a good up to date mini-interview with her here.
Lisa has been a huge inspiration to me by sharing so much of herself, her work, her thoughts and feelings on her blog and I was really saddened that it may be gone forever but I saw yesterday that there is a post there, tentative steps, I am so happy. It's a big thing to open yourself up to the world when you blog, it can be a very vulnerable place. Lisa has her reasons to pull back from her blog but I hope that the support of the blogging community that loves her and that she has given so much to, will, in turn, help her to feel ok about sharing more of herself with us again. Like I say, tentative steps, she's still there, even though we can't see her past posts just now.
Lisa, thank you so much for your generosity in letting me post these two paint chips, are truly beautiful. And I wish you all the best as you prepare for TWO exhibitions (what a gal!). I'm glad we can stay in touch and meeting someone like you is what has made all the scary-ness off blogging worthwhile.
As Lisa knows, I do so love blue and orange but I wasn't quite quick enough to pair this post up with my post last week. I remembered that last year I posted these images as part of what made me want to use blue and orange as the probable colour combo for my kitchen (with the rest of the house being almond white).
The fabulous decor8 had lots of yummy links to distract me today just when I needed it. Like a link to west elm which led me to the beautiful pieces above, those little blue vases are adorable and I spied a white one at the back. I love small things. The photography is perfect too.
She also showed this great product shot from Graham and Green...
Can I begin by saying thanks to those of you who have been leaving 1st comments on my blog (with ongoing thanks to my regular commenters).
I hadn't realised it was de-lurking week recently and that many people who usually only read were coming out of the woodwork and saying 'hi'. It's a huge treat for me to know that there are more than 4 people reading regularly, though I still am amazed by that fact.
What fun this blogging is, especially when you can visit the site of commenters and get a feel for the different kinds of people dipping in, such diversity of geography, age, culture, gender. I think it's wonderful. I'd like to encourage more of you to de-lurk, I'd love to know who's reading. No need to say anything deep, just 'hi' would be fab.
Now please feel free to enjoy the pictures above and ingnore the rant that follows, it's just me letting off steam, and probably not worth you actually reading. Instead have some fun linking to some of the upbeat people on my links section on the right, Anna has some very tempting pictures of the cake fest that was her housewarming plus lots of shots of her new house which she has done up in absolute record time!
Camilla has a new-ish place too and each time I see pictures I just want to move straight in, it is so calming and quite similar to the look mine will have when it is eventually done, except mine will have a lot of colourful textiles in amongst the white.
I like to change my fabrics with the seasons, blues in summer, reds in winter, greens in spring etc. A bit predictable but I like feeling seasonal. And I shake it up when I have themed fancy dress dinners, like my divali night or my under-the-sea party. I had to look at that post to get it's link, and realised that it was my house with walls and a ceiling! Oh I miss walls and a ceiling.
Ok, here's my rant for those that can bear it... The dog walking is really keeping me sane just now after a big and fairly public confrontation with my manager. Why is it that so many incompetent people end up in charge? I've tended to just keep my mouth shut since my last attempt to deal with bad management ruined my health forever (which is why I can only work part time now). But this woman just pushed me too far and I had to speak out.
Bah, so frustrating. I hate people who just out an out lie about things at work. Little did she know I learned from my last bad experience and had witnesses to conversations and had kept her original extremely nasty note which she sent last autumn, the one she'd was trying to claim was friendly. Ha, she soon shut up when I offered to pop home and get it to refresh her memory about it's contents. SO glad I kept it.
She's one of those people that changes her argument every 5 mins yet swears that each one is the utter truth, until I have evidence to prove she is lying. Lucky I have such a litigous nature, no way I'm having someone accuse me of doing my job badly just so that others can cover up their mistakes.
Grrr, sorry to be growling here but, you know, better out than in. She even had the cheek to tell me that I was causing problems for the supervisors because I never turn up to work when I should! When I challenged her on this she said it was all on the computer and that she just checked it (so clearly she was planning a fight before we even met). Turns out she was referring to Friday, when Marley had his Op and I'd phoned in to ask if I could start an hour late, fully approved by the supervisor. Other than that I'm always there on time, and I usually stay on late to make sure I get the work done to the best of my ability, even though they don't pay me extra. No incentive to do that now that I know it's for someone nasty.
It's a shame though, because even though it's just a mindless part time job, I still like to feel the satisfaction of having done it well, otherwise it becomes drudgery.
Oh how I long to have my house built so I can just do my creative work from home. I'll still need a 'normal' job for cash flow etc. but I will feel like it's supporting my creativity so I can handle that. I feel so lucky though, to have all of you out there. It really cheers me up to sit down and look though your blogs and take my focus away from negative multinationals and into positive individuals. I really value what you all put out there. Thank you, here is one last picture to lift the tone. This was on a great car we passed, it was so curvy in all the right places. Not that I would have the bird myself, but it was very cheering.
Monday, 22 January 2007
Last week I caught the end of a beautifully shot film starring Liv Tyler, anyone know what the film is? My pictures where from the screen so not good quality but still gives a feel for the piece.
It was a period piece, seemed maybe set in Russia, or Austria or somewhere similarly cold and stunning. The costumes were great and there was an almost Stanley Kubrik feel about it, visually I mean. I never saw enough to assess the actual plot.
The last picture is Liv on ice, which is what I was like trying to get down the road this morning. They are good about grittiong/salting the roads here when it's a little chilly, but as soon as the weather person says 'hard frost' or 'freezing condition' they don't do it. So all the rain from the day before turned to black ice. I was on my bum a few times. Ouch. Luckily Marley isn't to have long walks this week till his wound has healed a bit.
Miss P, I hope your wound is doing ok and that you've had some rest since we spoke on Saturday. xx
Sunday, 21 January 2007
A Vardo (gypsy caravan) shown here (lots more pictures here in the picture gallery) on the Gypsy Caravans (UK) website. The site is predominantly about UK caravan and has a brief but good section on their history.
I love the gypsy asthetic and from a very early age wanted to live in an authentic gypsy caravan... you know, the wooden 'wagon' type with the fantastic decorative painting, and lots of textured and layered fabrics everywhere. It's part of why I've always been drawn to mobile homes, trailor living, because to me it's a cross between a gypsy caravan, a tree house and a beach hut. I would LOVE to have all 3 of these.
This came to mind just now because Ulla posted about Roullottes in France (like my childhood fantasy but with better weather!) which I had briefly thought of staying in for last years wedding trip. Seeing her post makes me half wish I had, though I don't regret staying in the B&B with the other wedding guests as we had so much fun together.
She also posted some images of wonderful authentic gypsy clothing from ISHKA (i'd like the skirt on the right for gardening in the summer) as well as numerous links and other posts for all manner of gypsy themed things/people/places.
I miss reading Ulla's blog, and Alicia's. They post so much, which is great but the landline connection can't handle it without taking an age. I still have broadband at my house but it's too too cold to work there, it was 3 degrees C yesterday in my house. My stove works but I spent my fuel money doing christmas. That said, they say winter will truly arrive tonight, hard frost, so I must use heat so my pipes don't burst. So you see, if I lived in a Vardo or a Roulotte I wouldn't be worrying about burst pipes, I'd just be stoking my Queenie stove and making a cup of tea.
Today is grey and yukky so I needed to post some colour. Not had much time to actually pack away Christmas things, just took them down at Mr P's and then ignored the pile in the corner, glistening away. I never had any up cause we were at Miss P's for xmas so a few of my things came to his house to jolly up New Year.
I got the GIANT (bigger than my hands) blue bauble on the way home after xmas for only £2 in the sale. The sardines are an addiction of his. He loves his mackarel too - smelly, but good for you and the tins are really handy as tealight holders, they are gold inside.
Friday, 19 January 2007
shed detail on sunny frosty morning this week.
Jeez, what a time we've had. Marley's Op went fine but he started bother his wound so we were meant to put one of those collars on. Fat chance. We tried. In the end we had to drive back to the vet before they closed to get them to do it. Fat chance. They tried. He now has a basket muzzle. I feel SO sorry for him. He has to wear it for a full week and it's driving him crazy. But hey, at least he can't bark, so the neighbours can have some sleep this weekend, though it does dent our training which had been proving quite effective. Anyway, we have to give him an antibiotic (huge one) soon, which means muzzle off for his delayed meal, and then fingerts crossed we can get it back on. It's a lot less fidgetty than the collar.
On a different point, It's Not Easy Being Green is being repeated at the moment, and guess what the music is that plays when they show someone pottering around - the Fiona Apple track that I got from Christine today (see previous post, not enough time to do links just now). It's just the instrumental intro bit, but I had never really noticed it last year.
Amazing, presumably cast jewellery by Mari Ishikawa found via a link on Camilla's blog recently. She has a whole series of pieces like these, well worth a look if this is your kind of thing, it certainly is mine. I love the kind of jewellery that would look great on pins in an open frame when not being worn... esp. as I don't wear jewellery very often.
Must post my xmas pressie bracelets though, the red one is my FAVE as it is such a good red, and it's chunky and natural and BOLD and I just love it. As the seasons change there are other colours to match my mood, the light, the day.... I like that. Thanks to Miss P for those beauties.
I was most surprised and excited to get yet another package in the post from the kindest soul Christine over at Vegas and Venice. I hadn't actually seen her most recent post, otherwise I would have been envious of the lucky friend who was to receive this compilation CD in it's GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GORGEOUS fabric wrap.
I wouldn't have had any clue it was ME that would be getting it. I wouldn't have known that the music was Regina Spektor who I had only discovered through blogs and posted about here a while back. I've never had time to go to the music library to hunt out the album they had, so I was thrilled beyond words (well, except that there were many words, all in high pitch) to get this! I will definitely be aquiring more and spreading the word on her great sound.
I was even more thrilled by some of the extras on the comp, like Jose Gonzalez who I felt sure I would maybe get for Christmas but didn't. And Fiona Apple who I have never heard of which astounds me because she is SO up my street musically that I hurt my knees bouncing on them on the hard floor when I heard her (CD played on bottom shelf at MrP's house). I will definitely be requesting her for my birthday, I could listen to that voice and instrumentation FOREVER.
And most lovely of all this was her gorgeous letter. It made me laugh and it made me cry (in a good way). Hard to believe I've had two such moving letters in one week (got one from Miss P also with that certificate). I do so love paper mail. I will ask Christine's permission to post a few snippets that were so cute about where she was writing from and what she was wearing... nothing naughty I assure you.
But then equally lovely was the stitched wrapping/case for the TURQUOISE CD. I love a good red and turquoise combo, but I also love turquoise with orange as you may remember from this post. So this fab fabric with it's turquoise button was pressing all MY buttons! Sweetest of all, it was her first go at sewing with her machine. She apologised for any flaws. Flaws? What flaws???? It is utter perfection, visually, technically, creatively.
I enthuse as Christine has been so kind in so many ways, and yet, still, my package for her sits in an envelope somewhere in my house. I am a bad friend with good intentions. I can only apologise profusely and assure you, sweet Christine, that it will reach you one day. Likewise Miss P, I will buy your arsenic soon (don't worry folks, it's actually arnica, but we like the name mix up).
Thank you thank you THANK YOU you lovely women for sending me so such personal and wonderful postal love.
Eek, I must must go, Marley has been at the vet all day, like it or not, he returns with slightly less of himself than he left with. L hopes it will reduce his aggression towards her as well as preventing unwanted puppies. She's small and quietly spoken but last night we sat together and really made some headway into him realising that she is top dog, not him. He's been very good since then. Not sure how he'll be feeling now though, poor wee soul.
Ack, work beckons too, so maybe short posts, less contact, more sleep etc. Happy weekend my lovelies one and all.
The things you come across when walking a dog. This was at the beginning of the week, all in one walk we saw a strange box in a tree, big enough for a child, but with no access. Llamas, did I post this already? ANd, though hard to make out, that blob in the middle of the feild is SANTA! He's had too much booze over the hols and is sleeping it off. He's big, bigger than me, it was very surreal.
I don't 'do' award shows, but I like this brief but funny write-up of the Golden Globes by bluePoppy.
Thursday, 18 January 2007
Proper snow, but where have the Pentland Hills gone?
Even Marley can't see them, though with his doggy senses he knows thay are there.
Poor L is having a tough time with him just now, he's been barking late at night and waking up at 4-5am so I'm going to do some extra walking shifts in the evenings so she can get time for sanity until we get the Barkbuster lady to the house (hopefully in a week). She's a behavioural dog person as well as traditional training, though I do think it's more about training us than the dog. It's ok for me cause I'm naturally quite dominant with dogs but L is a smaller quieter woman and he's really challenging her status as top dog.
I'm determined to be organised today, I've really let things slip recently and haven't even packed away the holiday deco's, they are strewn across the table and every available bookshelf. It must be done, small child visiting on Saturday - eek, hide the small objects!
This reminds me of Miss P, 2 of her water bottles from her August visit, next to my blue one that I use at work.
I think I've mentioned before that Miss P and I have adopted each other as sisters (neither of us having any of our own). I got the sweetest confirmation of this in the post the other day along with an absolutely lovely letter and card which moved me to tears. Thank you so much Miss P!
Sorry about the picture quality, Blogger is doing that weird thing where, even though I do all my pics exactly the same size, same pixels, same settings, it scales them down, and I have to stretch it to make it fit, which looks yukky. I've blurred Miss P's full name cause she's private like me. See how she used my favourite colour combo, red and turquoise...
PS. I have fixed the link to Miss P on my links section so feel free to drop by and say Hi to her, she's at home all the time just now during her slow recovery and would love some visitors on her new blog.
Wednesday, 17 January 2007
Everything looks a little faded, just the way I like it.
This post is quite fitting for today's weather. I was out walking Marley and suddenl;y there appeared to be an enormous amount of smoke covering the hill. Literally 1 minute later there was snow swirling around us! He went loopy chasing his tail in circles.
As I don't have time to do regular posts I've set up a few in advance so I can quickly post each day. It means they may be a bit random. Like my paper ball above, a Christmas deco I made using all the green toned pages from an old Howies catalogue.
And since the weather is wintery here's a pic of my big cone, one of the big hand sized ones, I love it.