7 THINGS: WINTER EDITION...

Friday, 27 November 2009
If Jane tagged me to reveal seven things I love, which coincided with my shocked realisation that...I don't mind this winter* that much. So far. I've been dreading it all year, but now that the ground is full of wet slimy leaves and the curtain of darkness falls at 3.45pm precisely, the anticipated plunge into despair has not materialised. Yet. Maybe I was remembering it wrong and it's just

READING...

Maybe it shouldn't surprise me that after more than four years of bloggage I still find new to me blogs to add to my daily reading list (which isn't necessarily represented by my links on the left there and I must do something about that.) The best way to find good blogs is, for me, to read good blogs, which will no doubt take you on that happy, merry path to other good blogs. Recently, mainly

PASTRY/PARIS...

Wednesday, 25 November 2009
I'm not usually one for re-posts, but this wonderful little film by Susan Hochbaum {via Vain & Vapid} should be seen by all (except perhaps diabetics).Watch it - I defy you not to start hatching plans to procure a Religieuse Violette from Laduree asap.

ON THE TO-DO LIST...

Tuesday, 24 November 2009
* There is a maimed pigeon called Henry Cooper convalescing in a box in my next door neighbour's flat.*It was not my cat who maimed him, but another's. The as yet unnamed Henry then went and flew straight at my house trying to escape. Thump.* If his condition does not improve in the next few hours I must drive him to a local vet to be put down. * I have an extreme phobia of pigeons.

MORNING SCRAPS...

Saturday, 21 November 2009
*The Docs I thought I'd bought existed only on a thumbnail photo in a poorly updated webshop, so my re-teenage phase was short lived. Life's SO unfair *slams door*.*That Anish Kapoor's a clever chap isn't he? I've never been to an exhibition with such a group spirit of attendee wonderment, participation and general happy interaction with the art. Your eyes and body are battling with such confused

QUIET...

Friday, 20 November 2009
I've given myself a sore throat. I get it when I talk too much but I'm not expressing myself well. All that blahblahblahing gone to waste. I am going to be quiet now. This is one of the reasons I like writing. Although I type quickly, the connection from brain to keys is more natural than the connection from brain to mouth. Speaking = spouting forth, overflowing, the stop start of talking. Words

JUST LOOKING...

Monday, 16 November 2009
Until now, my experience with Kerry Taylor Auctions was of selling a lot in one of her auctions on behalf of someone else. A little background info on Kerry Taylor: "Kerry Taylor joined Sotheby’s in 1979, at age twenty and went on to become one of the youngest auctioneers in their history. After creating and managing the Collector’s Department at Sotheby’s Chester, she moved to Sotheby’s New Bond

STANDING ON A BEACH WITH A GUN IN MY HAND...

Sunday, 15 November 2009
Precisely 20 years ago I was the 13 year old owner of: classic black 8 hole Dr Martens, Doc Martens shoes, many pairs of Chelsea boots: one black, two oxblood (bought from a riding school to ensure authenticity) a pair of cut down Chelsea shoes and my favourites - a black pair of Chelsea boots I got a cobbler to put 2 inch heels on, thus creating that first flush of teenage smugness at having

VERY SHORT FILM REVIEWS...

Thursday, 12 November 2009
AN EDUCATIONSchmaltzy, attractive, entertaining, sabotaged.ANVILAwesome*, touching, laugh/cry, gripping.BRIGHT STARBeauty, melancholy, romantic, sad.CONTROLHaunting, humour, honest, captivating. PERSECUTIONFrustrating, detached, abrasive, motiveless.500 DAYS OF SUMMERCute, faux indie, cute.

ONLY...

Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Only.com asked me a while ago to blog for them about style, ideas and inspirations - which I'm always more than happy to blather on about. The posts that have been published so far are here, here and here.{photos by me}

SCRAPS...

Saturday, 7 November 2009
*Eating soda farls with butter and red fruit jam made by French nuns that C & J brought me back from their French roadtrip. It's delicious and makes me feel holy. *Considering going to the Depeche Mode concert at the O2 next month - on my own. No one I know likes them - or not enough to buy a ticket. But I'm not sure I can live with the knowledge of them playing live in such close proximity while

MY HAIR AGAIN...

Tuesday, 3 November 2009
There's something funny about hairdressers - they're always having turf wars and slanging matches. This is why I feel I must name no names. You never know when someone might come at you in a dark alley with a pair of scissors or wallop you with a heated straightening iron. If you try to find a hairdresser by looking at reviews online, half of them are written by employees pretending to be