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I do love a New Year and the opportunity it brings to make a fresh start. I don’t make resolutions but I do set myself a word to live by for the year ahead. And this year I plan to ‘optimize’- my energy, my surroundings, my business and all the myriad opportunities I am given. My […]
Tony and I have been working hard over the last couple of weeks to improve the storage in my little studio. He’s been building shelves and storage units and I’ve slowly sorted through every single item and box. I’ve been ruthless (ish!) So, here’s my studio after one Ikea and four D.I.Y store visits and […]
found in a 1936 copy of ‘Under the Greenwood Tree’ by Thomas Hardy. Love it.
I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast. We ate them with bananas and too much maple syrup. So far they’ve been the highlight of a rather unexceptional and lazy Sunday. But tonight I’m watching Anna Karenina. So the question is- will it be better than blueberry pancakes?
First day back at work and the house is horribly quiet. I had planned to be full of energy and enthusiasm today. But, I’m not. Maybe tomorrow? # The Christmas lights found a new home above our bed.
Minimalism does not appear to be in my nature. I decided to replace this wooden spoon, but instead of just throwing it away I found myself drawing an owl face on it (no doubt inspired by this). So, now I have two spoons. Only one of which serves any useful purpose…
you’ve been grey, wet and cold and full of cleaning the oven and applying for secondary school places for boys who can’t possibly be old enough to go yet and if that wasn’t enough- I think we have squirrels in the loft. That’s quite enough of you for today, thank you. P.S. Betty is […]
Today, I wandered out trying to ignore all the things that I should be doing and admired my roses.
# Our ten year old car will cost more to repair than it is actually worth. Seems we are getting a new car. # I sent Henry to school this morning and they sent him home again. # I went to the opticians, the bank and the post office in my child free time. […]