Alice by Elizabeth Eliot
Alice. Oh, Alice. Where to begin with you and she who tells your story? The first book then in our Furrowed Middlebrow Challenge is Alice by Elizabeth Eliot. And when I finally switched my Kindle off after reading the last line, I felt such huge feelings that frankly I was bewildered for this is not a book that dallies with...Continue Reading
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Heckity pie, heavens to Betsy and all that jazz. My Dad and I have declared ourselves dismayed. Oh yes, we are bigly, muchly, truly and deeply dismayed. By the state of the nation. By the behaviour of those who say they know better. By Russell Brand and by the frankly claustrophobic and somewhat terrifying cost of living. We are dismayed...Continue Reading
Landmines In the Living Room
Never has a poem described my own predicament more accurately than “Landmines In the Living Room” by John F, McCullagh. Though I have hoarded poems of love and loss like so many precious emeralds over the years, it is in this one about the perils of having one’s child at home for the Summer after they have left for academia,...Continue Reading
Autumn at BrocanteHome
Well now. I feel a bit daft trying to encourage you to step into Autumn, when here in England, we are in the midst of a frankly silly-hot heatwave, but Autumn it is and it remains my duty here at Brocantehome to keep you on scrumptious schedule. While I somewhat lost my creative mojo last year, it is back in...Continue Reading
Immersion 365
Well now. You know who you go into something imagining it will be one way and it turns out to be something entirely different? You start off painting a room and when you are done it looks absolutely nothing like the way you pictured it, but you start putting the room back together regardless and as you add each piece,...Continue Reading
Furrowed Middlebrow
I’ve been feeling all of a fluster lately. Out of sorts. A bit demented. I have in fact been walking about muttering about lost items I have christened with ridiculous names: the dooberry bit (the remote control), the ring-a-ding-ding (my phone) and my giggedy-gigs (my glasses). I am not proud of this, but if you are going to know me, you may as well know me...Continue Reading