chips and cider vinegar . . .

. . . is really the best way to end your weekend.

this weekend has been lunch here with this magical lady wearing beautiful new cath kidston cowboy wellies as the edinburgh rain lashed down, romantic poetry in school, knitting, angela carter at night times, hot chocolate, no meat balls and mash,the science of sleep, an awesome ts eliot article in the guardian, painting a bomb fire, preparing for a christmas market, being in love.

an early winter day out

a free vintage deer brooch for ellie, a two pound vintage russian hat for me, my first ever perfect little black dress thrifted with icy hands, a gorgeous sea green vintage dress for ellie, lovely lunch at our favourite leith haunt, almost tears by both of us as we joyfully found a replacement for my broken yellow typewriter (please see number two of this list), a lovely, lovely pint of strawberry cider in this awesome place. i think we shall be frequenting there an awful lot more . . . i love days out with miss moriarty.

"just right" . . . .

Some things that I saw when I awoke early early early this morning; a note found in our chalkboard in the bathroom, the leaves outside our window, a beautiful thrifted crocheted blanket to remind me of my grandma, two empty bowls of porridge. I haven't eaten cereal since i was six but a beautiful girl i know talked me into it and do you know, she was right-it is awesome! i made ours with co-op clover honey.

last night i dreamt about crosswords. i forgot to share the news that on all hallows' eve my boy and i finished the saturday guardian crossword! he truly is amazing when it comes to general knowledge. made me think of a magical song by this lovely band.

i've been spending lots and lots of time studying astronomy and trying to understand the big things more. on sunday b and i were discussing the needs for a planet to be able to sustain life. we were oohing and aahing on the NASA website at shots of our planet from the moon. i don't know what happened but for the first time in my entire life, on saturday night walking home alone from sainsburys i looked up at our bright white magical circle and its ridges and wanted to know what we would look like from up there. rudolf steiner, what are you doing to me? whatever it is, i want more. and so then this morning whilst reading the history and meaning of the goldilocks tale i was blown away when i realised that we have a phrase 'goldilocks planet' which describes this very thing, based on the 'just right' concept from the story. wow. what a world of coincidence we live in. and how lucky we are to have this planet that is 'just right'. let's all aim to be good and kind to it; give it a bear hug today.

Oíche Shamhna

i feel very proud of my celtic irish roots on this special, dark night.

outside

I've spent the last few days up to my eyes in literature about the link between children starved of nature with childhood depression, obesity, low self worth and heartache. life hurts so much sometimes. please find a child and take them tree climbing, fishing or conker gathering this weekend. believe me, if i could i have two wee men in mind that i would be trailing along after. . . . also, if you haven't seen 'Up' yet you definitely should as these themes are covered beautifully.





'i know there's a big world out there
like the one i saw on the screen
in my living room late last night
it was almost too bright to see' . . . .

[The Postal Service]

this weekend was an oxjam festival with a girl that i adore, a saturday spent in my own company buying a magical china horse and early christmas presents, beautiful stalls at this awesome event, the best veggie shepherd pie he has ever made me, curried carrot soup, home made nut oil bread, one magpie amongst three pigeons in our tree, sad dreams about a yellow balloon, happy thoughts about the man i have and the life that we are living.

secret time . . .

tea party time . . . i got some amazing news this week. one of my pieces is being published in my absolute favourite journal- wicked alice. when i started having the courage to send my little pieces of work off places, i never dreamt i'd be privileged enough to have anything of mine in this mind-blowingly good collection of work. i'll tell you a wee secret. i cried hard when Kristy emailed me. thank-you. you are one awesome lady.

(she dances around the room whilst clicking refresh to make sure it actually happened.) xx