After the awful news about Sian O'Callaghan being abducted and killed by a taxi driver, I had a bizarre dream about my debit card being stolen, and that taxi driver getting hold of it and using the pin number because the bank hadn't cancelled it.... Later that day I went to pay at the supermarket, by card, and the keypad had a wonky button and was putting one of the numbers on twice... Of course, my card got refused and I had to whizz up the road for some good old-fashioned proper cash, and go back and pay for my now-melting Ben'n'Jerrys.
This morning Living Etc arrived, with its usual delicious eye-candy, and some especially lovely homes on pages 66 and 134. Pink cushions and textiles - totally gorgeous, which got me well and truly in magpie-mode for today's trip to The Bigger Town With Better Shops Than Here. Funnily enough, all I ended up with house-wise was some funky Habitat notice board magnets. Though I finally found The Perfume! I am now wearing Sanctuary's Wild Rose and Violet (with sandalwood, silver tea and magnolia). Delish.
Aside from the perfume, a close second as Highlight Of The Day had to be spotting a little boy in Wimpy who was a dead-ringer for the blond Charlie in the first Charlie & The Chocolate Factory film. He was wearing the red polo neck too. Which I imagine was some kind of post-ironic statement by the child's parents. Obviously, I was in Wimpy purely to imbue the 12 year old with social history vis a vis how high street eateries used to be once upon a time.
Diy chez Trashsparkle is having to be pretty quiet at the moment - there is a new baby on one side of us, and a not-very-well old lady on the other. So I have self-imposed a no-drilling-and-not-much-hammering rule. This led on to a decision on what to do with the wall going up to the loftroom. I was planning a montage of old family snaps, but hadn't found any thin black square frames. Am now going to go a moodboard instead, which is a fab excuse to dig out some Liz Taylor postcards...
Au sujet de Liz, I went to bed dog-tired last night but ended up reading the James Christopher photographic biography for an hour, right up to the 4th marriage. I'd bought it years ago because of the fabulous pics, but had never got round to reading it. Rivetting. She was the last of a kind.
* Guardian weekend mag
4 comments:
how brilliant to have that book to hand.....I read melvyn Bragg's 'Rich' many years ago...the Liz years are an absolutely riveting read too!!
I love that phrase..Whizz up the street..(not sure I got it right but you know what I mean)! Love it!
Ahhhh, don't tempt me with Living Etc., my subscription hit the dust when I imposed a frugality ban.
Liking the sound of that Sanctuary perfume...mmmm, sandalwood is a particular favourite.
Well spotted with the pavers, they've been lying in a huge heap at my Dad's house since 1971, thought it was about time to liberate them. xxx
I've got such a butterfly-brain/appalling memory that I only remembered last night that I had a new perfume! (Not been wearing it this week; perfume-ban at work - some of the students get sensory overload meltdown)
Have cut down from 5 mags to 2 (tesco vouchers, so not reeeeaaaallly spending!) - couldn't cut them out completely!
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