Saturday, 28 November 2009

❅ clear and bright but brrr


is getting school uniforms washed and dried 

creating christmas cards 

and eating the chocolate mocha cake
I made yesterday
happy weekend busybees

Friday, 27 November 2009

⚇ click x 300

this week I was at school
getting the children to take photos of
details around the building and outside

a secret project 
we've created a leaving present for the deputy head
the children took fabulous images
and started to really notice things that they take for granted
about 40 kids must have taken 300 images in two hours!
it took a while to edit them to the top 100 then upload them to
for printing
I also ordered a little something to put them in ....

the frame arrived today  
complete with the box of 100 cards with the images taken by the children
I selected a colourful 20 to fill it up
then the teacher can change them over when the mood takes fancy
it looks great don't you think?

Thursday, 26 November 2009

◸◂▹╲ corrugationally speaking

my hearts a flutter
I've fallen in ❤ with this

 think I need to get practicing for summer

image from iconeye

Wednesday, 25 November 2009

☍ keeping still

There's a strange feeling afoot ~ something in the air.
People around me are fizzing and fidgeting and getting overexcited.
Some are feeling reflective or out-of-sorts.
Depression, introversion.
Perhaps it's the wind or the season.
Like one of those cartoon characters holding a big round black ball with 'bomb' written on it.
Light the fuse and it will either go
                                                                                    or fizzle out 
It made me think of this ~ 

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!
                                                                                                  Rudyard Kipling

Sunday, 22 November 2009

✚ one part of the whole

the next day we drove to Messe

the biggest exhibition space in the universe

kilometres of halls and hubs of space

to be one of the million people investigating all things 
medical at Medica that week

it's a small facet to my life
but my main side sees beauty
in the weirdest things

then home again jiggedy jig
on a little 50 seat plane
that wobbled and jittered
to London City Airport
If only all commutes were like this

Saturday, 21 November 2009

≅ vorsprung durch technik

walking down the long long corridor of the hotel boat
I went to explore the city 

through the old cobbled streets 

wOwing at the buildings and glass

discovering retro relics

and kooky details

& never being far away from nature

Thursday, 19 November 2009

■■ a road well travelled

this monday I passed ....

england  france  belgium  holland ....

through german tunnels as if in a movie ....

to this view from a floating hotel
in dusseldorf 

.... to be continued

Sunday, 15 November 2009

∝ they make me sing

for suzie who tagged me ~ 
I have to pass this tag to fellow bloggers who have love the same music I do.
Rules are:

1. You have to post a song that makes you happy.
2. You can tag as many people as you want, there is no limit.
3. Say at least one thing about each blog you tag, that will make them smile, something nice about their blog that makes you smile when you read it!

Sorry but I couldn't have just one ~ these two songs make me sing *quite literally as I can play them on my geetar*

I'm tagging planet mondo because he amazes me with his musical knowledge and talent ~ Fridays will never be the same again

Also across the kitchen table as we have similar dark bassy dance tastes

And coop for his frankenfabulous blog, superb artworks and that he's always in touch with his inner mod

Saturday, 14 November 2009

Λ pass it on


This week I've been painting my amazing new shelves that were designed by me and crafted by the fabulously talented Clive.
He interpreted 'inclusion of my random drawer collection' and 'shelves strong enough for me to sit on' superbly.
*yes dear reader, I did climb up and sit on one*

Yesterday, I delved into the huge pile of boxes that have been stored for the last four years.

Those boxes were full of books books books.

Now the idea of placing them into topics didn't grab me and the usual placing of spines of a similar size was far too boring for me.
So I shoved my ipod on loud and set to placing them in colour order instead.  Loving the undulating size ranges and the red/orange/yellow section.  It makes me smile everytime I see it.
Top shelf has our scrapbooks and my vinyl collection from A to X.
No 'zeds' strangely.  
*I shall be spinning some tracks today on my old B&O yeah*

The lower shelf houses my small childhood books.
Tintin, Rupert and Paddington Bear.

These books were passed on from a friend of my Nan & Grandads.I often wondered who this boy was, as I drew a line through his name on the inside cover. My Mama said she used to babysit him and that his father was a scientist. Grandad used to do some decorating at their house. My reading heritage acquired from someone I'd never met.

I still love the illustrations, by Peggy Fortnum, inside these books. It was before the tv adaptation and familiar pictures of Paddington that are brought to mind. 

So what of the boy who once owned these books?
He became an author and comedian who has made me smile many times. 
His name?

Thursday, 12 November 2009

☞ take a peep

here is my other blog
it's a bit lacking in adoration
and could do with some loving
you'll like it

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

∫ bah yah

sorry Abigail
no angst
just cake ingredients

but just for you ....
a photo ....

is that black enough?

∗don't get me started on those who feed other people's cats
or people who think dogs are like children
or driving behind big vehicles∗

Saturday, 7 November 2009

⊂ fox gifts

venturing into my garden for the first time all week
the foxes have been playful

and left me strange things

Sunday, 1 November 2009

☂ rainy sunday

when the day is like this 

and you picked some of these from bushes along the river on Thursday 

you can prick each little fruit with the thorn from the bush
and put them in a jar

generously sprinkle with sugar and cover with gin

hide in a cool dark place and shake occasionally
to make a medicine to keep the chills at bay
next winters day