Saturday 25 August 2012

A Secret Garden


Just perfect.

Sunflowers In The Rain

Our neighbour's sunflowers are peeping up over the fence. If only I was a couple of feet taller I too could smush my head into their friendly faces.




Wednesday 22 August 2012

Audrey


dressing room print?


Dressing Tables To Die For

Is there anything prettier than a dressing table laden with perfume bottles and peonies? I intend on using my collection of vintage tea cups and saucers to house make up brushes and display jewels.


Tuesday 21 August 2012

Bangin' Bangles

Kate Spade is killing me. 


these come with secret messages engraved on the inside of the carousel bangle such as
'a place in the sun'
'an ace up your sleeve'
'make your mark' and 
'tickled pink'
for a girl who loved Clark's Magic Steps these are irresistible


Words To Live By


A new motto 
via the wonderful world of excellenceasahabit

Blue and Stripes and Chairs, Oh My

Need!!!
Losing my mind over the armrests.

Friday 17 August 2012

Granny and Vermeer

I'm learning how to play the ukulele. Eeek!!! As of right now I can play three chords. Strumming still seems like an inside joke that I'm just not in on. Over lunch I shared a photo with my Granny. She compared it to the Vermeer below. Best compliment ever!



Tuesday 14 August 2012

Writing

So good it hurts. Just found http://marielynbernard.blogspot.ie/. It might be love.


In other news I have decided to stop being so grudgey. More on this later.

via Pinterest http://media-cache-lt0.pinterest.com/upload/189784571767654799_rCmvjCET_f.jpg

Saturday 11 August 2012

Wednesday 8 August 2012

Penney vs Penny


Growing up with the name Rionnach I was slow to make phone calls. I would be asked (and still am) to repeat my name, to spell it and then to pronounce it. Always there would be a comment which seemed to infer that didn't I think I was fine and dandy wandering around with such an odd name.

I've grown into Rionnach. I'm comfortable now with it and the extra work which it entails. When I was a teenager though it was a source of anguish. Beginning secondary school with a name like that just drew attention to me, attention from teachers, attention from pupils, attention that was not wanted.

I squirmed and mumbled and generally died a thousand deaths of mortification all the while cursing my parents. Underneath it all I still loved the uniqueness of it though, being special, being the only Rionnach that I had ever known. It knew that it meant queenly, what girl wouldn't love that?

Enter the teacher who shall not be named. This teacher informed me in front of a hoard of teenage girls that my parents had made a mistake and spelled my name incorrectly, rendering my name no longer queenly. Nope, now my name was the anglicized version of spotted mackerel. Just what every teenage girl wants to be associated with.

As you can imagine that was not a happy day. In fact writing this I think I still may not be over it. Some traumas just leave a scar don't they?  This is not an admission I would make to many. My lovely husband, back when he was not my lovely husband (though he was still lovely) went to the effort of digging out an old Irish teacher,who dug out an even older Irish dictionary which defined my Rionnach as 'starry' or 'star like'.

And now you know why I married him. As a girl who cares about words more than she probably should, to be deemed a spotted mackerel for most of my teenage years was not great. This came back to me recently when I realised, to my horror, that I had been spelling my Penney, my very own Penney Finch Browne, a character so close to my heart, with an additional e, making it more akin to an affordable clothing line that the typical girl's name Penny.

I guess if it's good enough for my favourite Anne it should be good enough for Penney. What do you think?

Polishing Penney



Back to the beginning. 
Again. 

Stay tuned for some Penney vs Penny debate! 

Monday 6 August 2012

Sunday 5 August 2012