Just watched a wonderful programme about the Medici with Andrew Graham Dixon, who has joined my list of unattractive yet strangely desirable men (the other is Andrew Marr). Perhaps it is their erudition and enthusiasm that is so appealing ? Can anyone enlighten me ? Does anyone else have that little voice in their head going "Why, why, why.............? Go look at someone pretty" ?
I did promise that the next post it would be "sparkly" - does frost count ? - soooo pretty this morning and the idiot hound who hasn't met snow before thought it was the most wonderful thing. He spent 10 minutes leaping around the garden looking like a manic hairy croquet hoop..........oh, another good thing about the snow - it hides the fact he has turned the lawn into a re-enactment of the Somme (that includes trenches, destruction of all natural vegitation and booby traps but fortunately no gun emplacements)
Other sparkly things today include the delicate frosting of icing sugar all over the kitchen floor, I might have done some baking, but didn't; a trail of glitter up the cellar steps and along the hall, where the Christmas decoration box "leaked" and the glint in my eyes, the sign of a woman who has spent way too long looking at the Tiffany website. It is, after all, a truth universally acknowledged that any woman in need of a Christmas present will look at Tiffany ((Holly wasright, you know she was) and my apologies to Miss Austen.)
I have also been trying to find Christmas presents online and struggling with the "I like it too, so I'll get one for me" attitude, which tends to make my bank manager quite twitchy, luckily I don't feel the need for a personalised Stig poster or a set of glass drawer handles, so fairly safe there, but the V&A website is a bit tasty (and very sparkly) go and see, if you don't know it. For the love of God stay away from Amazon though, I get RSI clicking on the foreign DVD pages, "I don't understand the language, I've never heard of the director or the actors but the precis looks good - oh look its only.............(insert a price here) I'll get that, always good to try something new." And there you have it, the inner monologue that leads to the Marshalsea.
Not as old in my head as I am in birthdays..... a lover of giggling, intensity, grunge, couture and other glorious and inexcusible contradictions.I love to sleep under the Sunday papers, to stroke amazing shoes, to eat good food and travel to see beautiful art. Yes, that does include Titian, the man who perfected the curved (nb. delicate euphemism) red head.
Husband of nearly 28 years - silent type, (maybe because he never gets a chance to say much, although I suspect it's just he's a silent type.)
Boychild - Nearly 22, at Uni doing something geeky (ie I don't understand it) and doing it so well he has just been offered an M.Eng. Recently joined the human race and rather good fun.
Girlchild - 20, we used to fight like cat and dog but are now at a state of wary neutrality. Also believes she owns my car - if you are reading this you don't ! Still pining desperately for life in the USA although recently Australia has entered the equation.
Assorted friends who I consider myself lucky to have.
Sister - Whiz kid, considerably younger than self who does not understand shoe envy.
Parents - Will only be mentioned if I am feeling very brave or very needy.
and yours truly
the product of chocolate, cocktails, Prozac and a vivid imagination ......" I was born to speak all mirth and no matter. ".... thank you Beatrice
However, in my head I am one of these charming ladies