Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Yesterday was David’s birthday (the celebration of which, as you will soon see, is responsible for this post’s tardiness) and this is the card I painted for him. I wanted to paint a much nicer design on the tie, but David came home from work early and disrupted my painting the previous night, so I settled for this. Not my greatest work, I must say, but still made with love.
Growing up, I always wanted to have a house that had trap doors and hidden passageways. Cox Quarters doesn’t deliver on either front (YET), but if you pull our mirror aside a pile of books is unveiled and I guess that’s kinda cool. But not as cool as a crawl space to a hidden dungeon.
It’s been warm recently. Not so warm that that I’ve filled a kitty pool with ice and am sitting in it, wearing only a swimsuit, in the middle of the living room, but it’s pleasant in the shade and hot in the sun. Now that we’re actually having a summer this year, it turns out that I quite like English summers and much prefer them to the humid, swampy heat of Boston, where you would sweat through your clothes slowly walking to work and getting on the T was unbearable June through September. Anyway, all that to say that I finally bought myself a new pair of sandals! These Chloé beauties I got for a song (does anyone say that anymore, got for a song?) at The Changing Room over the weekend. I’m liking them very much.
Remember when I went to America in May? No? Oh, is that because I still haven’t posted any photos from the trip? Well, I went to America in May and visited my family. During this visit, my mother gave me so. much. pottery. She’s been taking classes and I guess the stuff just piles up, so she gave some to me. I really love the shapes of her pieces and her earthy glazes, and I promise to dedicate a whole post to her work soon. Until that day, enjoy this preview of a candle in one of her bowls.
This is a close-up of the cover of Cereal Vol. 3. I’ve written about how much I love Cereal before (here and here) but this third volume has blown me away again. It really is one of the most beautiful magazines I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading and I savour each volume like Charlie savoured his yearly chocolate bar. The insect photography in this volume is particularly amazing; I urge you to check it out.
You know, I really do have the nicest friends. No matter where I am, I’m just really lucky to fall in with truly fantastic people. For instance, on the 4th of July, I showed up to my networking breakfast with the Tunbridge Wells Business Network to find that there were American flags and red, white and blue party necklaces on all the tables. I’m the only American in the group and they went out of their way to make me feel special. Isn’t that the sweetest? I still have the flags on my desk and they make me smile as they flutter in the breeze. So, if you want to network with some great people, follow TWBN on twitter or get in touch and let us know. We’d love to have you along!
And it was on this shopping excursion that a funny thing happened. As david was trying on clothes in a dressing room, a gentleman walked past me, gave me a look, and then asked, “Lady Katherine?” Now, because I’m not a real lady, this was quite shocking– for how did a stranger realise that I was, in fact, a lady of the highest made-up degree and should be addressed in public as such? Turns out the gentleman was none other than Neil Chapman and recognised me from Twitter, where I’d posted a photo of my iconic red shoes. Long story short, my shoes are famous in Tunbridge Wells. Also, Neil is a super nice guy. It’s so fun to make twitter friends real friends, too!
Back in the office, I downloaded the new app Crowsflight by CW&T. I haven’t had a chance to play around with it too much yet, but it seems really cool. As it turns out, Minneapolis is 4,035.45 miles from me, as the crow flies. Cool!
And here he is, guys, the birthday boy. I took him to Thackeray’s for dinner and it was excellent.
Until the point where I was like Okay, pack it up, time to go home! Oh, no, wait. That wasn’t me who said that, it was the barman at Sankey’s who kicked us out… so that’s why this post is going up so late: because I have a hangover from partying like a teenage last night though, as you can tell from my forehead wrinkles, that I am not a teenager anymore and these old bones need sleep. Older and wiser? Maybe one day…