Retiring to my metaphorical chaise longue. I’ve got a cold not a terrible cold but I ache and cough. I’ve got Radio4extra on and am slowly crocheting through my acrylic yarn stash. Outside it seems to have got colder or is it because I’ve just not moved physically in the last four hours? Nevermind smooth rhythmic movements of the hook while my mind drifts to the radio and I give my body time to get well. As I don’t have a chaise long my bed will have to improvise.
I’m about 2/3rds into finishing a blanket for knit-a-square… I bought the wool in Cambridge (Sew Creative on Kings Parade has a very good sale on !) I’ve been crocheting away for a week – not the pic above – blog is being odd and refusing to upload new pics. Today I shambled out with my recycling went to get life essentials loo roll and milk and have spent the ENTIRE day with the hook and yarn. I’m making a blanket I’m calling African Sun. I was very busy over the weekend doing work preparing stuff for this week and socialising so a day of deep engagement with one thing has been bliss. Off to see Derek Jarman’s The Tempest and a bit of crafting later at Granny Greens.
Stop! I wanna get off!
I’m always amazed at my plans for the season… the ambition.
The first was to make up cards via Moo and I started uploading pics for postcard making before my London trip. Moo decided not to co-operate and I threw in the towel and decided to buy cards on my return.
I decided vintage style postcards of old xmas cards would be good. Then I realised it would be an extra trip to another part of town to source the cards. I down graded my plans to local charity shops and picked up some packs.
I managed to sort out a goodly amount of presents on one trip back from my parents for lunch in Stockbridge – hurrah!. I sourced my wrapping paper from Poundland. My emporium of choice. I’ve made two batches of tablet. Recipe here. This is for all the other present giving. They are being wrapped in parchment paper and tied with gold ribbon and put into paper bags from Ikea. I’m keener on presents which are consumed rather than hang about. Or books which were bought from secondhand bookshops.
One essential picking up more gold stars to stick on Christmas card envelopes… not sure why but I think they are a non negotiable. I used to be snotty about Christmas cards only sending them after Christmas until one year I woke up and realised that I would be pretty peed off if I didn’t get any cards so revised my card sending attitude.
I took some tablet to friends locally today and spent some time helping them look for cheesy pictures of Hollywood stars at Christmas for a facebook project. The best thing about this time of year is seeing people and reconnecting.
Not a very good picture! On Monday I trekked into the centre of London from Darkest Essex. My friend had a business meeting so we parted outside Charing Cross Station. I walked towards the National Gallery crossing Trafalgar Square (I was deep in thought about the blue cockrel – a snub by the French in the place celebrating their defeat? or what?) Then a large bird swooped in front of me and perched outside the National Gallery. A substantial bird of prey. I noticed it had a leather strap hanging down from one leg and every now and again it would circle (menacingly) and that a man was stalking it from a distance. I stopped and looked. Fascinating – the tourists continued to take selfies and squabble and text and ignore it. The bird which I think was there to scare the hell out of the pidgeons of Trafalgar Square flew down on to one of the ‘NO feeding Pidgeons’ signs in a manner which made me think it was having a good laugh up its wing, as it was undoubtedly going to turn any unfortunate pidgeon which passed it into brunch… Eventually while perched there a tourist did notice it and started marching forth towards it, camera phone held out in front of him. The bird was unimpressed by this display of digital technology and launched its self straight at the man from the sign, who had to drop to the pavement to avoid a collision or being made into breakfast.
Any way there is a point. When I first noticed the bird I could have hurried onto the National Gallery extension (my plan was to see an exhbition) but I didn’t I loitered I enjoyed the moment. It’s these unscheduled moments in trips I enjoy the most. Less planning more experiencing.
Just back from seeing Filth. Its a little weird seeing your home city on the big screen. I kept on thinking that I recognised a bar or a place then got really annoyed when an obviously Glaswegian tenement had been used in one shot. The holga above is of the Point Hotel in Bread St where I once went to birthday drinks with the friend I saw the film with and John Sessions (who is in Filth) was also in the bar.
But too much food is poison,
Comfort a permanent anaesthetic,
And too many paint-brushes, cameras, books
Waste away as toys.
– Margaret Tait, “For Using,” from The Hen and the Bees