Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon

The Met Office told us it was the hottest early May Bank Holiday on record. So we wanted to make the most of it. Between Friday night and Monday morning we practically lived outside. On Saturday, we had a family day out, making the most of a get together. A dog, a picnic (no lashings…

Dare to be Different

Last weekend I went to see the musical ‘Everybody’s talking about Jamie’ at the Apollo theatre in Shaftesbury Avenue in London’s Soho. I had been looking forward to it for a while. I love humour mixed with triumph over adversity because it’s so uplifting. The story is based on the experiences of Jamie Campbell, a…

Brightening up the grey days of January

The decorations are gone and the sun has yet to show it’s face this week. The skies are iron grey. It’s days like these where music, light and having lots to do keep me feeling good. We decided on Saturday that, despite the biting cold we would venture to Ely for lunch and a look…

Stuck like glue

This is a short-ish post about glue. It does what it says on the tube! I’ve had many a problem finding the right glue for a job and there are so many out there. I have shelves in the garage, hanging with cobwebs, on which sit half empty, dried out and now useless glues. I’ve bought glues…

They call me mellow yellow

We’ve been continuing to practise using Brian. The latest excursion was to a campsite in Suffolk, where every other caravan was polished and new and almost everyone wandered over to take a look at our little curiosity . We had some lovely comments and everyone liked him. Many of the visitors peppered their sentences with ‘boho’…

Digging your scene

  As I’m writing this I’m listening the wonderful high camp of the Blow Monkeys and already I’m starting to feel positive. When the world seems to have gone to hell in a handcart, it helps to be listening to some of my favorite feel good music. Sometimes the happiness quotient needs a bit of a…

Vintage Rules

It does AND there are none! Or at least only the rules you make for yourself, which you can change and break at will. I’ve loved vintage forever, it wasn’t called vintage back then though, it was second hand, or, even less charmingly called, junk. Call it vintaging, upcycling, re purposing, chazza shopping ( I love that…

I’ve been waitin’ for tomorrow (all of my life)

  Title borrowed from, the The; sentiment my own. When I was young, my aunt and godmother, to whom I was very close, had an antique shop. I loved to visit and her presents were always exciting, unique, vintage ones (with the exception of a fox fur stole, unique yes but I was horrified; it was…