Pockets

This is how I feel when I wear a Tunic with Pockets.  They Just make me So happy!

Waiting

Always waiting
Waiting

Waiting

Waiting. Waiting.

Art Is Pain

I've been on a journey of self discovery recently. Its almost tangible...yet so delicate it could collapse at any given time. You see, I'm making a centre piece. Made of cheese.... and Im calling it Cheesus.

The preparation has been immense, not too mention costly. The painful drudgery of the plastic baby selection has been at best - repetitious. The ecomony cheese slices form Sainsburys - unspeakable.

However I know that this is all for a higher power - the cheeseboard. No cheeseboard at Christmas would ever be complete without my vision. Thats why Art is Pain - and Im ready to be flogged into the New Year.

Art

This image by a photographer I came across recently really moves me.... the lines are so powerful, cutting right across the image leading your eye right to the drain and across to the little piece of green moss / grass / weed. Its a one off - but after speaking to the photographer - they said they might be able to do another just like it. Today is brilliant.

muffs

Muffs are a great idea for this cold weather... because if you find yourself out in a tunic without pockets (although i try dreadfully hard not to do this, because we all know how i love a tunic with pockets) a good old muff can keep my hands warm!

English

So today I have been thinking of words that are spelt the same - but prounounced / mean totally different things... this is what I have come up with;


 reading Reading
Read  Read
Console Console
Lead Lead
Bear Bear
Sow Sow
Close Close
Contract Contract
Desert Desert
Polish Polish
Tear Tear
and my fav.... which has 5.....
Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow

I shall let you know if I think of more.

I've just eaten a bag of cheese and onion crisps.  MMMmmmm They were De-Lish!

Poetry!

Oh you lucky blog readers!  I have been feeling so creative these past few days that I thought I would treat you to one of my many poems.  One Day I shall be published.  And then you can read books and books of my poems!


autumn into winter grimly fades
I sit beneath this skeletal tree
that reaches with clutching, gnarlèd bough
t'wards a cold and distant morning sun
spy the pantomime of twisted shades
that writhe and perform fell mummery
condemned to their reel by broken vow
their danse macabre will never be done

I can't help but smile; I sip my Möet
too glad to make melancholy poet
my laugh startles the carrion crow
I'll ne'er be a Lovecraft or a Poe

and the spirits hear my joyous peal
turn their eyes on me but caper on
driven by the wail of some dread flute
a carved thigh-bone of a giant man
O, bemoan the anguish that you feel!
-who linger still when you should be gone
ensnared by some devil's pleasant suit
to please the whim of demented Pan

I can't help but smile; I sip my wine
who could mourn on a morning so fine?
the crow decries as it soars aloft
I'll ne'er be a Poe or a Lovecraft

Snow In London

It's been snowing in London.  I watched out of my window last night as the little cotton wool like flakes fell from the sky and drifted gentley onto the road settling to make at least half a centre meter of snow of the ground when I woke up in the morning.

I love it when it snows.  It gives me the chance to stay in doors and do nothing apart from reflect on recent events gone by.  Like my Drs appointment and Maps.

Today as it was snowing, I decided to stay in bed a little later than normal and then go to work.  It was nice and warm in bed.  When I got up, I had a shower, then got out of the shower.  I then walked into my bedroom and got dressed, deciding that layering would be best to keep out the cold weather.

Firstly I put on my underwear,  Then some thermals, then a vest and tights (my boyfriend loves me in tights) then I put on a tees -shirt, leggings socks and boots and on my top half, a tunic (with no pockets, which made me a little whimsical as I do love pockets on a tunic)

When I got dressed, I put my coat on and then a scarf and a hat.  I put my bag on my shoulder and I was ready to leave.  I opened the door to my flat and walked out, walked down the stairs and then opened the front front door and walked outside into the snowy grotto that is Walthamstow! 

It was so beautiful.  I glided from my front door all the way to the station singing Good Morning to neighbors as I walked by. 

Ah, I Do Love London When It Snows

Breathing

Today, I inhaled a total of 35 breaths in one minute.