Sunday, 26 August 2012
Saturday, 25 August 2012
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.
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
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
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!
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Words
“no need to hurry. no need to sparkle. no need to be anybody but oneself.”
–virginia woolf
Wednesday, 15 August 2012
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
via Pinterest http://media-cache-lt0.pinterest.com/upload/189784571767654799_rCmvjCET_f.jpg
Saturday, 11 August 2012
Imaginary Girls
A new book is winging its way to me - Nova Ren Suma's Imaginary Girls. Read an extract here and resign yourself to a week of stalking the post man.
Pretty In Pink
I love EVERYTHING about this.
Clothes swoon.
Quiet Please!
Priceless; the look on my new smallies' faces the first time someone gets squirted.
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?
Monday, 6 August 2012
No!!!
Sleepy, paired with a hefty dose of cranky.
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Nostalgia
Me and my awesome Mom playing with make-up on Christmas morning. Having an artist for a Mom does come in handy sometimes - look at that concentration!
Friday, 3 August 2012
House Dreaming
House-hunting has left me dreaming of a fuchsia front door
an outdoor swing
and a sofa to curl up on
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