My Big, Fat, Wild Idea
Last week I dreamt that I needed to see under everything. So I was crawling under trains and insisting people stand on their heads so I could inspect the “souls” of their feet. My female need to know having me turn everything upside down so I could try to understand it all. To leave, literally, no stone unturned in search…
Women’s Weekly: The Pantry
Today I bring you the next in my series of little domestic ditties from the oh so lovely 1935 edition of The Woman’s Weekly Bedside Book, this one casting a contented eye on the blessings to be found in an old-fashioned pantry. Oh for the absolute bliss of a walk-in-pantry to putter in, though I rather love the idea of…
Suspended Animation
The sky is a creamy blue and the rooves dusted with icing sugar. And in here, in the flocked walls of home, I have been quite certain that the whole world has fled to warmer shores and forgot to tell me, so isolated do I feel. But isolation isn’t necessarily a terrible thing is it? Though we want to bind…
Waiting
I have lost my voice again. I open my mouth and nothing comes out, though the words exist fully formed and spoken. I have lost my voice and somehow found it: a clarity I have not been afforded in the past twelve months and have now discovered in this odd, liminal period of waiting. But it is yet, all in…
The (New) tiny Joy List Is Here
Well heavens to Betsy I haven’t been this excited since I accidentally tripped a member of Take That up and bashed him on the head with a roll of wrapping paper! (Agreed: it could only happen to me). You see I have been going around in circles about The Tiny Joy List, the happy little newsletter I write more often…
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