"such pretty things"
It's been an age since I've thought about blogging; no discernible reason springs to mind, just a feeling of ennui when faced with the idea of posting. However, just like the smiling old bloke in the Viagra ad, I'm now pumped and primed and ready to roar... well whimper quite loudly anyway.
To be truthful nothing of any real consequence has taken place of late but in the same breath I can honestly say that life has never been fuller. If you imagine the last four weeks as a medium sized cardboard box, about as big as the one holding Walkers crisps at the cash and carry (salt and vinegar of course, I'm a purist), then my box is crammed full with:
garage sale booty
I know I'm preaching to the choir here, but isn't there something really special about being the first one up a strangers driveway on a freezing Saturday morning, cash in one hand, takeout coffee in the other, dragon breath gusting as you clock a dealer who wrestled a stack of linen from you last week. Oooh, the thrill of the chase... especially when you come away with treasures like these...
rainbow chard
The veggie patch is still going strong, with this dark green leaf and its delightfully coloured stalks being my side dish du jours. Last night we enjoyed sticky BBQ chicken with creamy mash and sauteed chard... divine! I fry the stalks first with olive oil and onion before adding the ripped leaves, crushed garlic and a pinch of red chilli flakes, yum, yum, gobble, yum.
the world cup
Oh come on... it's fabulous! Do I care who wins... hmmmm? Can I name a single player on either the English or New Zealand squad.... ummmmm? Do I really, really want one of those howly horn, kazoo-ey type things... YES PLEASE!!!! I'd accept dinner with the Portugese team if nobody wants to give away their trumpet... even if they do look more like Il Divo than footballers.
excellent adventures that necessitate new outfits
What's the first thing you do when you find a diet that works?
Go shopping of course... an upcoming working holiday to Australia combined with some visible weight loss means that I'll be busting out a couple of new looks. Is the planning and anticipation always more satisfying that the actual event...absolutely! I work in the wine industry, not known for it's sartorial splendour, but who cares. I'll be rocking my op shop glad rags with bells on...
and yes, the look I'm going for is when Bear Grylls met a belly dancer...
