Wednesday 29 June 2011
Monday 27 June 2011
Thursday 23 June 2011
Tuesday 21 June 2011
Thursday 16 June 2011
Tuesday 14 June 2011
Sunday 12 June 2011
Friday 10 June 2011
1: My 50mm f/1.8 lens. And it’s been, like, a year.
2: Macaroni Cheese. Can’t stop myself.
3: Actually, any take away or meals out or junk food. Pizza (Dominos please) chips, Chinese take-out, curry, Mexican, anything I’ve baked…. Slurrrrp.
4: The theatre. Coming up I’ve got tickets for the Globe, the English National Ballet, and David Tennant and Catherine Tate doing Shakespeare.
5: Scrapbooking. I love it more and more. And more.
6: Sarcasm. When it’s funny. Snobby intellectual humour. Satire. In-jokes. Just because.
7: Doctor Who, The West Wing, Grey’s Anatomy, House…If it comes in boxed set form and it’s not scary, I want it. Thankyou Love Film.
8: London. What's not to love?
9: My flat. It’s my little cosy place in the world and I can shut everything out and curl up in bed or crash on the sofa and enjoy the little things. Which mainly means tea, stash, a DVD and a book. And it’s not fully sorted yet but I know that it will be and I know that it’s mine. Love!
Thursday 9 June 2011
We stopped doing it.
I wonder why?
P.S. Obviously, this is not the end of the story. Otherwise my scrapbook pages would be, shall we say, different? So keep a weather eye out for part two!
Monday 6 June 2011
Sunday 5 June 2011
"One morning, I sat in my room, blindfolded, and tasted one cup of tea after another. Six cups in all. It's not helpful to remember how lovely that room was, but it's hard not to: wide windows, views of trees and a stream, high ceilings. It was my third year of university; important things were afoot. But here I was, sipping tea in my overly-nice room and deciding whether I thought the tea bag had been squeezed or not. It was the last act in my longest-ever argument.
The pedant in me is obliged to reiterate that this test is not statistically significant which is a maths way of saying the chances of her guessing right by accident were too big, one in eight, and no self-respecting mathematician is going to accept a significance level of 12.5%. Duh! Plus, once you've made the tea, in the cup with the teabag floating in it, it's common sense to whip out the teabag and squeeze that excellent tea-loveliness back into the cup. And it makes NO DIFFERENCE to the flavour.
I love that this story has 2 totally different perspectives and that I can scrap these, hers and mine, as a little part of my life history. If you know someone with a talent for the written word, get them to write you a story and find out what they really think!
P.S. Have loads to share as spent the day yesterday at GoGo To You, a ScrapaGoGo day event and crop where I met some lovely ladies who came to crop with us for the day, took some fab classes and I got to teach my very first class! Pages forthcoming.
P.P.S. How FANTASTIC was Doctor Who?