Audrey Hepburn for ‘My Fair Lady’, 1963. Costume and photo by Cecil Beaton.
Ugh - when do I get to wear a massive hat again?
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Audrey Hepburn for ‘My Fair Lady’, 1963. Costume and photo by Cecil Beaton.
Ugh - when do I get to wear a massive hat again?
Nothing much happened yesterday. Had a busy day at work, sorting Christmas stuff and proof reading content.
Then in the evening, I'd thought about going shopping then to the PCC meeting at church, but when I got in I was so hungry, that I ate first, then went to PCC.
PCC was relatively uneventful, looking at some donations to the church and how to spend them, and voting for some new communion assistants. We've got some big decisions to take as a parish coming up, so I expect there will be lots more thought and prayer as we approach the new year.
Afterwards, I went shopping and bought bits for the week as I had no food. I have the ladies coming round on Wednesday after pilates so bought bits to make pizza. Then I watched a little of the Kennedys programme that was on BBC2
In someways, the Kennedys get treated like the American equivalent of royalty, which is odd for a supposed meritocratic society, in my head anyway.
I also had a fab chat with my dad, as it was his birthday. He's been ill recently, and he sounded so much perkier which was good.
Today has been more proof reading and Christmas sound clips for radio ads, and tech support. I'm off to visit Tom's mum and stepdad tonight and tomorrow, to use up some of my annual leave.
Today, I have been very church wardeny, attending a service at both the churches in the parish and doing some admin.
I made a tasty chorizo risotto for lunch whilst Tom did his homework.
Then I finished one of my secret Santa presents, hemmed a pair of trousers for Tom and watched lots of trashy telly.
Tom has gone off to Brum for another week if college so I'm currently tucked up in bed with an extra duvet to keep me warm.
Today we got up late.
I pottered about making lunch, tidying up and needle felting.
Tom was upstairs doing his maths home work.
We then popped up to Portswood to see if the charity shops would yield some trousers for Tom. The very last shop we went in did.
It was off to Ikea next, to buy new bed slats and some bits for Christmas presents. We met up with Todd and Adam and Ian and Mel for coffee as Ian and Mel had come down to furnish their new house.
Dinner was courtesy of the early sitting at the Oink pop up at Peter Rhodes. Was very tasty.
You find me now in Hannah and Jon's sitting room, having been kindly invited here after dinner.
It's been a gentle domestic kind of day.
Today I went to Stowe to run a training session. It was the most beautiful day, crisp, bright, fresh.
This evening I have feasted at the Gower Todd's. Here is the darling coffee cup of espresso and honey and seed fudge with which I have just been presented.
The London Jazz orchestra is playing in the background and I might have bought a fabulous dress.
Today, I had a planning meeting in Surrey. We got our team secret santas. With a budget of eight pounds I shall have to think hard about how to be creative.
This evening I made dinner. It turned out ok I think. Chicken, cauliflower and broccoli cheese, onions and mushrooms in red wine and carrots. I made mash for Tom.
We went off to bible study, where Tom was leading on the subject of fasting as part of our advent series. I'm feeling inspired to try some internet fasting, as I've not felt very close to God for a while, and I wonder if that's because I'm never still and alone.
I enjoyed Sunday. We got up gently, helped Rob and Louise best we could to finish a crossword, walked along Penarth sea front, lunched at The Fig Tree , walked around Roath Park and had ice cream at Joes.
Ok, so getting home at 830pm on a Friday night is not conducive to blogging.
I was working at Ightham Mote in Kent. STUNNING place. Just love the reflection of the timber beams in the waters.
When I got in, there were lots of people round my table, drinking and laughing. Just the way I like it. Tom had made chilli con carne, and we had a great time talking into the night.
Today, after having delivered my cake to the coffee morning, we've driven off to Wales to see Rob and Louise.
We've had a lovely afternoon chatting, and they've indulged my Strictly Come Dancing habit. I'm especially enamoured with the ice cream van that turns up Saturday night whatever the weather.
Roll on Sunday.
The Dutch have always been the best at floristry.
Ok, so I suck at this already!
I went to work at our office in Micheldever Station today. I love working here. It's a barn conversion and it's peaceful, and has working phones and internet. And a willow sculpture of a bull in the garden you can definitely tell is a bull.
I also painted a picture for Tom's Dad's Christmas present. Tom and I think it's fab, hopefully he will too.
Today I worked out of the church office. On my breaks, I arranged poppies for Remembrance Sunday, had a cup of tea with a friend and got my set of church warden keys. In the evening I made geonese cake for the flower arrangers coffee morning on Saturday. This will need icing tonight, finished the painting and roasted pumpkin and peppers for Tom's lunchtime soup.
I've been in Surrey today, at our weekly planning meeting. I'm lucky to work with a friendly team. Sometimes our meetings are like group therapy! I've also popped into town to get some of Tom's Christmas presents, and spent an hour trying to get one email to send.
I can smell the risotto Tom is making, and Big Bang Theory is keeping company on the telly.
We're off to bible study tonight, and then I will ice my cake when we get in.
I am currently surprised at how intensely tired I am feeling. It's probably a combination of a lack of exercise, adjusting to the darker evenings, a lot of work and not enough sleep.
I'm also surprised at how intensely I'm missing friends - there are a few who I didn't see often, but I've not seen for a bit, and the longing to chat to them has crept up on me.
My last Google search was for Fast Food Review. I have a strange compulsion to read about the excesses of American fast food. Should I ever visit the US again, I'm going to try some of these odd combinations!
I don't currently have a mentor figure in my life, but there are a few people who I really admire. Some of the older ladies at Church are really inspiring. I think the people who give me the most support are friends from university.
Today I went to Osterley Park in London to help film some conservation work. It's all for something top secret, so I can't tell you what.
Then I came home, and published web content until Tom came back. We've checked the diary for the week, planned some meals and invited people round to eat on Friday.
We're planning to go to the Range to pick up some essentials like a food flask and a canvas for painting after dinner. As you do.
I don't have anything else to say today, but I'm here writing.
Ask me some questions to answer for the rest of the month!
Ooh I forgot about NaBloPoMo!
On day one I drove to East Sussex to run a social media training session with the Bodiam Castle team.
Every day I thank God for the chance to visit beautiful places like this and get paid for the pleasure.
On day two I laid in, sorted some banking, then drove to Leighton Buzzard for Jess and Andy's housewarming.
It was fabulous. Good friends, good food and lots of chatting.
I went to bed after 1am, a rare occurrence these days.
Today finds me sprawled on the floor of their living room floor, listening to the chaps trying to fix a broken warming plate. What a way to start November.
Taking Verity out for Mexican in style / on Instagram http://ift.tt/18WBNzM
Wouldn’t be a party with Jess without cake. / on Instagram http://ift.tt/16YhkdA
Bliss with cheese / on Instagram http://ift.tt/15RSniS
1964 interior design.
Strangely love this
Little friend in the office today / on Instagram http://ift.tt/17pdXZn
Hmmm inspiring. I could make something like this I think.
Red T shirt to make laces
Black knee high boots
Yellow laces to make waistcoat
Black Circle with Yellow R, left side
Can’t take any more Classic FM. So Paloma is caressing the earbuds. 13 minutes to write uninterrupted.
Ooh my screen looks like the Matrix.
Where are we then?
Joyously celebrating Adam and Toddy’s engagement.
Planning a wedding fair at Church. Enquiries for tables trickling in.
Taking on the role of churchwarden if the vote goes my way. Not sure I want it to, but there’s not many other people who want to stand. This means noticeboards, faculties, DAC and more.
Watching Tom be excited about Winchester Diocese for the first time in 3 years after what looked like a useful conference.
Feeling a bit like life is in limbo as we approach another year of Tom being away. Lots of house projects I could attempt, but I don’t feel confident doing them on my own. Don’t want to do them wrong. Could do more sewing.
Need to make a Robin costume for Tom for Verity’s 18th Birthday Party.
Planning my holiday to Italy. Need euros, and boarding passes and print outs of directions.
The common good - Jim Wallis - what does this mean, how do I aim for it. The need for some more pragmatic tips for all talks
Dementia in Churches - how do I respond, what can we do - Need more specifics, off to check the liveability website.
Steve Chalke - God can't leave prayer meetings, no matter how boring, need to be providing better administration so people can get on with doing stuff, post welfare state coming, not necessarily right, but how will we respond. Repentance - wake up and live differently. Bring good news to people - not letting them live in Hell on earth. Want to know what I can do right away - feeling impatient
Divine Feminine Eucharist - found active exclusion of men in first section really uncomfortable, could have had whole service without that element, blokes at Greenbelt coming to that kind of service already converted, liked rest of liturgy, would use in some circumstances, want to look at gender neutral language where we can, think service was trying to highlight something specific, using gender neautral language all the time could be considered silencing the feminine by omission.
Group communion - breaking bread with friends in a field - like the feeding of the 5000? Range of ages amazing, felt very safe and secure.
Beer and Hymns - can't sing Here I am Lord - too emotional. Love being surrounded by people singing, is this what heaven is like? Biggest moment of doubt, what if this all nonsense? Can't deny the social justice bit, just know that's right. Want to build Kingdom of Heaven on earth, can't always reconcile God with suffering I see, or the point of the resurrection. Can't deny the presence of God when people raise their glasses singing their hearts out - lost my voice.
Best conversation - Tom and I half cut walking on the way to something talking about the theology of Now, all that people with dementia have, very Orthodox theology (not sure we were right on this one), incarnation, passion, resurrection all happening now, why I love advent, God is coming to earth right at this minute.
Alliums at the weald and down museum / on Instagram http://bit.ly/19wjRhO
The lovely Adam posted these questions which I am borrowing.
1: During which decade of the 20th century would you feel most comfortable living?
Pragmatic me says rather than the 20th Century, this century is best, as woman, I have so many more opportunities than my foremothers. The romantic me says the 1960s, as the design, music, fashion and politics are a huge influence on me.
2: Which university would you choose to go to given the chance?
Given I met my darling husband whilst studying at Southampton, I'm fairly happy with my choice. I also met some dear friends and got to study under some very inspiring people. In a parallel universe, I think I should have liked someone to explain what engineering was when I was a teenager and made me better at maths so I could have done something really useful like being a computer or civil engineer. But I'm very happy with how this universe is working out.
3: If forced to live in a rural cottage what kind of landscape would you prefer to be surrounded by?
I like landscapes that have a sense of the edge of the world. I like craggy bleak places, so some where coastal, far back enough from the cliff edge for coastal erosion not to bother me. Perhaps the North West coast of Ireland? I fell in love with Co.Leitrim when we went on honeymoon there.
4: If forced to live in the centre of a large city which would you choose?
Another cliche I'm afraid. I would pick London. To live in the Barbican, or on the South Bank somewhere, so close to myriad possibilities.
5: Is there more value in an architect or a writer?
Again with the pragmatism. In the purest form, the architect provides shelter, where as one can always make ones own entertainment. But now I doubt myself, surely the journalist exposing corruption is more useful today than the folly builders. Ugh I don't know.
6: Which is your favourite style of architecture and would you live in a house designed in that style?
For domestic buildings I like Arts and Crafts style houses, for public spaces I love Brutalist or over the top ornate Victorian buildings. I know that's two extreme but there you go. I would love to live in an Arts and Crafts house, full of both useful and beautiful things.
7: Given the chance to manage a cathedral, a coffee shop or a national park information centre which would you choose?
I think I would be best suited to running a coffeeshop, but I would love to manage a cathedral and hold in the balance the tension between worship, community, history, tourism and space for radical social action. Homeless shelter in the crypt anyone?
8: If you could only read one magazine or newspaper for the rest of your life which would it be?
The Guardian would do me nicely, as long as I could also have the Observer on Sunday.
9: What is your favourite bridge?
The Pont de Normandie. We cross it on our way to see my father-in-law, and it's a hazy, high up, glorious hill of we're nearly on holiday feelings for me.
10: What would be your perfect five-city itinerary of Europe?
London, Paris, Leiden, Cologne, Strasbourg, Zurich
My happy sunflower / on Instagram http://bit.ly/1d08opy
Humbly bee resting on my.sunflower / on Instagram http://bit.ly/16mMeef
Sometimes I want music that makes my heart soar and my feet leap.
I don't really like music. It's the soundtrack to a day, not the be all and end all. Cecil will shoot me for saying this. There it is. I'll never lay on a bed and listen to a whole album.
But when I find something I adore, I am blown away and fixated and listen on repeat.
Today it is Max Richter.
Can't explain it, but his stuff is making me feel alive.
I have an awesome chef for a husband. Here’s what I got when I asked for picky bits from the fridge. / on Instagram http://bit.ly/12W3gvy
English idyll / on Instagram http://bit.ly/15wkaTv