Monday, December 22, 2014

everything is under control





The note on Blue Daughter's bedroom door states Can You Go Away For Now. No one is allowed in apart from Mama. I love Mama. Officially Signed Blue Daughter POP 18 December 2014 I think or maybe a different day.  Who could argue with this seasonal sentiment?



Every year I post a photo of my knitted nativity and floods of people reach my blog via Google, mostly from America, with the keywords "nativity knitted pattern free FREE quick for God's sake FREE". I am sorry, America; I do not have the pattern.




I am on the very verge of going round to your own blog to wish you a happy Christmas. That is exactly where I have been for the past few days as well. The Very Verge.

The least I can do is disable my comments so you don't feel it is necessary to wish me a Happy Christmas, dear Mise, and all the best to me and mine for 2015. I know you have more pressing things to do.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Biannually on my pink sofa

It was Sue of The Quince Tree, a woman of impeccable taste, who first made me aware of Persephone Books, and when I spotted the name cropping up on other blogs I thought I'd better hasten to request their Biannually and take a photo of it propped up against the unsteady candlestick in front of the big round mirror.



I've also signed up to their Persephone letter, their Persephone forum, their Persephone post, the whole Persephone shebang. Now I plan to read their appealing dove grey books with fabric pattern end-papers – how could I resist fabric pattern end-papers? –  and look forward to being immersed in a world of doughty and complicated women as I sip my cocoa with a splash of brandy.


I took a photo of the Biannually on my pink sofa as well, my favourite one.

The only thing that gives me pause is the frequent reference in their communications to 'the Persephone girls' or 'our girls.'  It conjures up an image of someone halfway along the continuum between Miss J. Hunter Dunn and Dame Maggie Smith, wearing Swedish Hasbeens shoes and plaits in their hair. Not that I object to Hasbeens and plaits, and very nice they look on myself, to be sure.  I'm a woman, though; not a girl.

All that remains on the 2014 101% Full Tilt Spirit of Christmas checklist here now is to finalise something suitable to put under the tree for Scottish Husband, who can be very challenging to shop for. Last Christmas, I gave him folk art but the very next day he gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I'm giving him something metal, metal...

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

'tis nearly the season to be jolly

As we are expecting house-guests for Christmas, we thought it would be a good idea to buy a large Stilton to dignify the Port.  In Marks and Spencer, we hunted high and low for one, but mostly high, as the more mundane wares tended to be low.



Eventually becoming weary, we approached a member of staff to ask her where we would find the Big Cheese. Looking furtively over her shoulder, she told us that the manager doesn't come in on a Sunday until after his golf.  

Please look away now if you don't want to see what I've got you for Christmas.



 I flatter myself that I am catering to all tastes with this very fetching and useful decanter.
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