That was the week that was

Haven't been doing a lot. 

Roasted veg for tea tonight.

We were gifted a load of bricks through Realcycle. Four times as much as this. Enough to finish off the garden. I love gifting stuff, but on this occasion it felt lovely to get just what we needed.

In the words of the glorious Dusty Springfield...

...I just don't know what to do with myself.



On Saturday at tennis I tore a muscle in my calf. I was going for a volley shot at the net. I think we won the point but I can't be sure. Anyway, the result is that I am now indisposed. A weekend of sitting on my backside unable to move. Heaven for some, torture for me. I started a bit of sewing.

Today it's 9.30am and I'm already shedding tears at daytime TV; a survivor of the holocaust and a soldier who had his leg blown off. That certainly puts a torn muscle into perspective.

Nesting

I can't believe I am still cutting summer flowers from the garden in November. 

But don't let that fool you, it is definitely the weather for winter warming food. Tonight we had butternut squash risotto. Plenty of sage and garlic, with parmesan grated on top. Yummy.

I've been looking at wood burning stoves for the kitchen/dining room. I like this image. We did a bit of hunting and think the one below might be it?

The man of the house bought me this jumper for my impending birthday. When I wear it, I imagine myself lounging around in a house like the one in this Shag painting. 

Image 1 copyright Holly Jolliffe

Image 2 copyright www.charnwood.com

Image 3 copyright Shag

Did you get through it alive?

Halloween I mean.

One poor little individual didn't. Nightmare.

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Proscrastination

Oh dear. I'm struggling a bit. When the options are sort through old tools, clean kitchen cupboards or hoover up the cobwebs at the top of the walls, I confess to a distinct lack of enthusiasm.

So I took myself off for some light relief to see what this place has to offer. 

Lovely patterned aprons and some furnishing fabrics.

Give and take

So here I am down in the country at my mum's house, clearing things out. My arms are getting longer with each trip to the charity shop.

But as I give with one hand, I can't seem to help taking with the other. Here's a load of stuff for you Mrs Charity Shop Lady, oh and can I just have these few bits whilst I am here...

Today it all seems to be floral. I ummed and ahhed over this folk painted wooden bowl. I already have so many fruit bowls and most of the time they lie empty. But anyway, I succumbed and it turns out it is a mid century Russian Khokhloma bowl. Which is nice.

The little capodimonte flower trough will look good on the outside of my doll's house. As for the book, well, it was the cover that attracted me, such a lovely colour combination. According to Prima, it is 'Fatal Attraction with a twist'. I'm not expecting great things, but it will keep me out of trouble this week.

Positive mental barometer

I love this barometer. Whatever the weather man forecasts, he pronounces it fair.

Snow, well that's picturesque. Sunshine lifts our spirits. Rain is good for the garden. Wind blows the cobwebs away. Which fits well into the mindset that it is not the events in our life which matter so much, it is how we react to them.

I remember Mooji's words. When something bad happens, acknowledge it, feel it in the moment, then let it go. It has helped me.

p.s. don't worry, he's plastic.