Sunday, 30 March 2014

(Mothering) Sunday Thoughts...

I made cakes today. Three. One each for the mums and one for me.
Regular readers of this blog must know by now that I am not and will never be a Mother. This is my choice and I am happy with it.
This does not mean I am any less deserving of cake.
I don't believe being a Mother would make you a better person than me, or any more deserving of cake.
I don't believe that being a mother would  mean your life would be any more important than mine, or that your cake eating is any more necessary. On a side note...I really don't believe that being a mother should mean you get to park closer to the supermarket doors than me. 
Any hoo, here is my Mum, she is pretty awesome and also getting cake.

Happy (Mothering) Sunday!!


Saturday, 29 March 2014

Blogosphere Magazine. Review (And how many times you can fit the word Blogger into a post)

I've spend many a day trawling the magazine shelves in the local news agent. There are magazines for every interest, hobby and past time thats going it seems, but I have often wondered when someone will realize the gap in the market that is the Bloggers magazine.
I can't remember where I stumbled upon this, probably on someone's blog, but I was thrilled to bits to find that actually there IS a magazine out there for Bloggers....!
Of course I had to try it, I promptly ordered the first 3 issues in a bundle deal that i found. 
They came through my door 3 days later.
They feel nice. Quality magazines, which is always nice. The covers are cool. The models are fellow Bloggers.
Inside is split into different sections. Beauty, Food, Life Style, Travel, Photography, Fashion. We are given a taste of several blogs in each category, picked out by bloggers. it's like when you read a blog post of your favourite bloggers favourite blogs.(!)  
But in the flesh, on paper. 
Having it written down like that so you can carry it with you is different to reading about it on the screen. If you're anything like me, you lose your way in the world wide web. Blog hopping soon becomes..I'm sure I read a really cool blog but then I clicked on a link or an advert and now I can't find my way back to it....
Well case in point, didn't I just say at the top of this page I can't remember where I originally saw this magazine?
So as they say, this is a magazine written by Bloggers for Bloggers. There are plenty of interesting articles to read too, about the law (copyright) platforms, (Blogger vs Word press) and more in depth interviews with Bloggers.
I've only read issue 1 so far, but have thumbed through the next 2, & I can't wait to curl up in bed and read more.


Thursday, 27 March 2014

Days Off (mostly)

This time of year, I work a lot of weekends, but I did have (most of) this last Sunday off, so Mr D & I decided to go out for brunch.
After waking up to glorious sunshine, that typically disappeared after Mr D got the motorbike out. So we went off in 4 wheels instead of 2.
A lovely day was spent in Woodbridge, where an old caravan has sat by the river for many many years serving tea & snacks.
This is what (mostly) days off are for.
Shame there isn't more of them, but soon it will be adventuring time in the home on wheels.....


Tuesday, 25 March 2014

A pair of old boots and some crocuses

Mr D is a man of many many pairs of boots. He has a pair of boots for every occasion, and many many occasions to wear them.
As you can see, he gets the full wear out of them. 
I came home a couple of weeks ago to find he had found a use for an old pair. 
I like to think that this is his way of doing his bit for the environment by way of recycling.
But actually, I am left wondering if this is his way of not quite letting go of worn out boots.
Anyone got any other uses for worn out boots??


Monday, 24 March 2014

From Here to Eternity ... London Day trip

8am Saturday saw me on the national express coach to London. Mum (thanks mum!) had organized for 4 of us to go and see the musical From Here to Eternity.
Everyone knows the famous beach scene above right? 
The musical is an adaption of the novel of the same name by James Jones, & of course the film which won 8 academy awards, and starred Frank Sinatra Montgomery Clift, Burt Lancaster, Deborah Kerr and Donna Reed. 
IIf you are anything like me, then recognizing the scene above is about all you do know of the film...having never actually watched it, didn't know the story line and never read the book, I didn't really know what to expect from the musical. It was recommended to me by a friend and after quickly searching You Tube for clips I decided it would be good.

Set in Hawaii the story is based around 3 soldiers in the months leading up to the attack on Pearl Harbor,
Fabulous choreography and score, I would definitely tell you to go and see it.
Me? I'm going to see if I can find a copy of the original film....


Sunday, 23 March 2014

Sunday Thoughts....

Admit it, you smiled....


Friday, 21 March 2014

Happy Friday!!

Just one more shift before the weekend.....!

Woman about Town. Book Review No.5

Iris Biddle would like to experience the Perfect Day. She'd like to wake up one morning with all errands done and deadlines met, her posh custom-lampshade business for once ahead of schedule-and have absolutely nothing to regret or worry about. Forty years old and determined to take it gracefully, Iris is experiencing the fallout from her painful divorce.

Lana Burton would like her boyfriend of two years to commit. At thirty-four, Lana is an eager young theater critic moving up the New York hierarchy one step at a time and learning that some friends resent a slow climb as much as a fast one.

A quintessential New York story, to be sure . . . but Iris and Lana deal with the issues and challenges that confront women everywhere: keeping friendships afloat, the checkbook balanced, the wardrobe current, the body in shape, the career moving, and the morale up. And what about achieving one's dreams while staying true to oneself?

I got this book from a pile destined for the charity shop my sister had. I rescued it as I am always immediately drawn to novels based in NYC. This one promised to be everything I think a novel based in NYC should be, and yet somehow it just wasn't.
There really isn't a plot in this novel, I think if I had read the reviews on Goodreads before hand I would have let the charity shop benefit sooner.
On the other hand I was determined to plough through it, even though I felt like I was trawling through mud.
I'm sure there's probably a whole different way of looking at this, the lives and loves of two career women in NYC that are connected, if I'm honest, the only reason I finished it was because it was so small (226 pages)
Might as well have been 1226 though.  

Tuesday, 18 March 2014

Breakfast in bed

One morning last week I went back to bed with a breakfast tray. That's something I never do. But I think that may change, I liked it. 

I spent a couple of hours eating, reading and watching an episode of The Good Wife on the tablet. 
During an extremely busy period at work lately, this made me happy.
Yes, i think breakfast in bed suits me.


Sunday, 16 March 2014

Sunday Thoughts

 Sometimes, I just don't like people.


Wednesday, 12 March 2014

More photos of the boys, & a little bit of music too!

Thank you for your kind comments on my band photo, I thought as requested I would try and put a link to some of the music (see end of post) & here's some more pics to really get you in the mood! 

I never take photos of the band with the flash on. I'm sure there's probably a way of keeping the flash on but adjusting the settings to make it nicer but I haven't read that memo yet so I turn it off. Depending on the lighting on the night I don't do much editing apart from cropping the photos, I have been known to change photos to black & white and this does make a bad looking photo look pretty decent a lot of the time. All these apart from the pictures below are as I took them. The one below I played with on Photo bucket, where I made the blurry bits more so and the in focus bits more so. I'm sure there's probably a really technical term for that, but hey, you get my drift. The last photo I used an effect on photo bucket which I can't remember the name of.

If you are on Face book, go and check out the boys here where you can see where they are playing, & listen to some tunes. 

Go on, have a dance round the room on a wednesday afternoon. It's good for the soul.

Sunday, 9 March 2014

Sunday Thoughts..

Sometimes, I'm so easily distracted.


Wednesday, 5 March 2014

The boys in action

Remember our little trip to Lewes recently?
Being the unofficial photographer I took my big girls camera in the hope of getting some decent shots of them. I find taking pictures of them very hit and miss, a lot depends on the stage lighting, which of course I have no say over, then I have to battle with the people 'enjoying themselves' and dancing about in the front. Shouldn't I have a vip badge around my neck or something?! Thank goodness for sport and drive mode in the hope of getting a few in focus. 
The gig was a huge hit, the boys first trip to the south, and I'm sure there will be many more to come.
This was one shot I liked, which I thought I would share, maybe I'll show some more once I've edited them.
Anyone have any tips for taking pictures of bands in action?


Monday, 3 March 2014

Champagne on a school night...

My story....
As is quite often the case, on any given night of the week, I thought tonight would be a good night for a glass of bubbles out of the Royal Doulton glassware. Sitting by the fire letting the stresses of the day fade away, celebrating the fact that here we are, in our cosy little house with each other.. There's just nothing quite like crystal to have bubbles out of is there? 

And then there's what really happened....
When I opened the fridge looking for something to drink with tea, I saw the bottle of Champagne my parents gave to me for my 40th birthday. It's been in the fridge since then. I will be 42 this August.
Well, I thought to myself it must be quite nicely chilled by now, I've survived another day, so why the hell not?!
Mr D took 2 sips before declaring it 'battery acid' (he's just not posh like me) and opening a can of something dark with a frothy top. I had to climb on the kitchen work top to retrieve the glasses out of the box they are kept in. Any glass ware not kept in a box in this house has a very short life span. I will have to wash these glasses up and put them back in their sanctuary before going to bed.
Opening a second tab to check Face Book, (you know you do it too...) I just received a private message from the Mr which tells me...'Telly now. No more pooter' Which, interpreted reads...I wanna watch more of Breaking bad on Net Flix so get your arse in the lounge now.

Just another day in paradise 

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Sunday Thoughts...

Sod it, we all know I'm gonna have a cookie either way...


Saturday, 1 March 2014

UP in Lights by Marjorie Graham Book Review No. 4

The touching true story of a young 1920s ‘flapper’, who dreamed of becoming a chorus girl.
‘Early that January, there was snow on the ground, and Victoria Carmen took a violent chill. I played Principal Boy in her place. At last! MARJORIE GRAHAM was all alone in electric lights outside the King’s Theatre, Edinburgh!’
Born into an ordinary Edinburgh family in 1904, Marjorie Graham was expected to grow up like any other respectable girl. But her childhood dance classes with friends instilled a burning desire in her: to be a star.
She couldn’t have chosen a better time. As the roaring Twenties of jazz, Gatsby and glamour flared into life, young Marjorie got her first break as a chorus girl. But the glamour of being a ‘flapper’ brought with it hidden dangers, an altogether darker world of failed love affairs, poverty and addiction to drink…
From chorus girl, to actress, to raconteur and everything in between, this is the touching, tragic story of an ordinary woman with an extraordinary zest for life, whose name was destined to be up in lights

The only reason I made it to the end of this book was because it was only 152 pages long. The front cover (yes I do judge a book by them) and the blurb totally sucked me in, and I was expecting to read about the glitz and glamour of the roaring twenties. Marjorie was only a chorus girl for a short time, and the rest of the book is just the story of her life. Not very glamourous and dare I say it, a tad boring.
The sad thing is, this is actually a true story, and I feel bad for calling it boring. This was actually her life.
But there you go, I suppose I think if you are going to write a memoir then you ought to have something worth telling?