Thursday, 3 March 2011

small pleasures

Kim English - 'Daily Chores'

 It is true that sad things often comes in waves. One hits you and whilst reeling a couple more come and keep you from standing up. Well, that has been the case of late but when I piece them all together you are given an extraordinary clarity. When you have your health, life is pretty darn good and simple day to day tasks become a joy. To be-able to get out of bed in a morning and have only the worries of time-keeping or project deadlines to think of is a gift. To know that tomorrow is waiting for you is a delight I don't want to be too late to grasp. So with Spring on it's way (although it is flippin' freezing!) I might actually do a bit of cleaning, dust off some cobwebs and welcome the day and those close to me with a hug. 
 Whilst writing this however, Asa has decided to get ahead of the game and is cleaning out a dirty old fire place with his face. Off to the bathroom little man and I'm embracing it, every sooty little finger!     

He can be Sooty and I'll sweep.
(Boom, boom!)

Tuesday, 1 March 2011

Lotus Flower by Radiohead

 I've been with the lovely man that is my husband for longer than I haven't now (if you get what I mean). He is one of the few people I know who is totally interwoven with his work. If I could get inside his crazy head I'd find a factory load of psychedelic Oompah Loompahs, busying themselves over a whirring engine that is his brain. Now, I conciously don't want to write about the great works of my family, I'll leave that to the blackberry wielding, power-pram pushing, multiple extra-curricular activities parent (although there is an impresssive string tangle around the kitchen at the moment, housing one of my kids little superhero friends - an art installation to any proud parent) but on this occasion I'm going to make an exception because the husband slipped in a little directing job a few weekends back, a favour for a friend. No money exchanged. No hysteria involved. No white lillies in dressing rooms and only four people involved in the making of it, and guess what? It' a peach. I'd be writing about it even if he were married to someone else (God forbid.) 

 (Oh, I forgot to add that the music is pretty darn good too! )

 PS. Noggin, Garth did sweat without you!    

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went to st.martins,graduated as a fashion designer, worked in italy, set up my own womenswear label, married a lovely man and then stopped everything (well, almost) to pop out four little boys. have plans. will do.