Saturday, August 22, 2009

i venture forth to confer my seal of approval upon the new sir percival david room in the british museum


3bt

in the deep dignified silence long before sunrise, a jaunty squirrel with an ebullient tail is silhouetted black against blue as he scampers along the bare curved bough of a gigantic cedar

moments later, a crow spreads her sawtooth-tipped wings and launches into a gentle glide from the end of the same bough, which bounces very slightly after she is gone

the grand old tree is keeping its dreams to itself

Sunday, August 9, 2009

aaargh! more frigging needlework problems

i bought a hat

because i like the blue colour ...

because the real cotton is nice and soft ...

even though the brim was far too wide and silly ...

so then i set to with my little scissors and have only just discovered that the stitching on the brim is not concentric but spirals in or out depending which way you look at it

will this qualify me for free treatment as a fashion victim ?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

an unwillingness to believe three impossible things before breakfast

surely not ...


... the back side of my work trousers was disfigured by a split of san andreas proportions


... and the top button at the front had suddenly popped off


... and, with not even the slightest hint of compassion from the loved one, i had to repair the damage myself !