Tuesday, June 28, 2011

every time you go away

The Special Commission for the Investigation into the Unfortunate Loss of a Follower, established by myself in 2009, submitted its final report (20 pages) and its itemised expenses (29 pages) today.

[curtain fabric 1: Rosemist Seacrest; possibly my favourite]

I only had time to glance briefly through the file, as I'm busy choosing fabric for the new curtains, but it appears that the Commission's Investigatory Subcommission for Sleuthing finally tracked the former follower down to a pub in Donnybrook, where, when challenged, she stated that she ceased to follow Pretty Far West on the 23rd of October 2009 because she "couldn't be doing with any more of this Lifestyle carry on" and, besides, had become engaged to marry a geography teacher.

[curtain fabric 2: Meadow Rose; serene but perhaps genteel]

Fair enough, fair enough. The Special Commission thanked her for her input, and, as the Irish Constitution enshrines the right to Be Like That Then, bought her a double vodka and coke to show that we bear her no illwill. Upon leaving, the Special Commission fed enough coins into the jukebox to play Every Time You Go Away on repeat for an hour, and there the matter was allowed to rest.

[curtain fabric 3: Beach Petal; more vivid than you'd think]

As we are hardened to follower loss and cannot pay any further sleuthing expenses, the Special Commission is hereby disbanded. Thank you, good and faithful servants.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

a colourful house

My colourful house ...

... contains Pink Daughter's colourful house.

Where can I buy Lego in Blogtopian ice cream shades of rose, pale green and blue?

Saturday, June 18, 2011

No, I have no self-help books

My affliction, an urge to Make Things Better, gives me no peace. Intent on sitting in the sun with a book the other day, I caught a glimpse of the outbuildings and realised that something was wrong: when I'd painted the doors five years ago it had never occurred to me to paint the windows to match.

Sorted, at the expense of the book-reading.  It's ok to have cobwebs on a shed window.  No one will pass judgement.

Painting is much more harmless than the curtain-purchasing element of my Making Things Better affliction, which can be very expensive.  You know that sinking feeling you get when you sense that you and your carefully chosen silk curtains have grown apart? I feel it coming on.  The green just isn't right.  It isn't a pink green.

Next week: the quest for world-class new curtains, fuelled by a passion to open and close, committed to the highest standards of draping, striving for excellence in complementing the other stuff in the room.  Go, Team Curtains (that's me), Go!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Particularly Proud

Sometimes, when posting a blog entry, I think to myself, "I should make this interesting for the sake of the Reader."

And other times, I think, "Ah, to Hell with the Reader, I just want to post my new linen rose cushions, of which I am Particularly Proud."

So when you see a post like this, self-centered and with no attempt to convey a broader message or to remark that one should seek beauty in the small things or to disseminate a recipe or a subtlety of experience, you must understand that it isn't that I don't grasp the conventions of my genre; it is rather that like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

letting Jane down

When I undertook to join Jane's 'Flowers in the House' bash on Monday, I'd forgotten that it was a public holiday and that I'd promised to go to the fun fair.

[Flowers. Two days late. An excuse in time saves nine.]

So I sped round in the dodgems thinking of how miserable Jane would be without me, rode on the dinky train wondering whether she'd ever speak to me again, listened to children's laughter as the wind rose and the rain blew in from the west, where Jane lives in America, far from my heavy heart, and ate a chocolate brownie while hoping against hope that she wouldn't cut me out of her will.  By the time I got home, I felt that my friendship with her was already beyond repair, and so the whole thing languished.

[further away from the flowers]

Better late then never, they say, and of course that's not true; it's one of those cheerful remarks to which there's no response.  You just mutter something and back slowly away, wondering whether the hip-flask is in the pocket of the other coat, the more flattering one.

Friday, June 3, 2011

would anyone in Ireland like some fabric?

Some lengths of fabric have been stashed away in my domestic goddess drawer for so long that I've forgotten what I intended to make from them, if anything. Would anyone like some fabric?

*** UPDATE: All fabrics have now been claimed ***

Brunschwig & Fils, "Big Sky", a wild west toile

Sanderson, "Etchings & Roses" from their Empire collection. This is quite a heavy fabric, perfect for recovering an office chair.

A red toile on a light gold background - the cream is a bit more golden than it looks in this image.  Good for cushion covers or suchlike.

I'll post these to anyone in Ireland who wants them - just drop me an email (the address is in the sidebar over there) and let me know which one you would like. I have two or three metres of each and will send them to the people who are first to express an interest.
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