Selasa, 06 April 2010

Garden love...

The quote for work has arrived, the gardener has been booked, we are gonna get the white picket fence! This is just chocolate-box-cottage-perfection for me. Its going to have a lavender border too - 'sigh'. Now when I say gardener, its not quite Desperate Housewives territory, but nevertheless I shall be watching with interest.


We wage an ongoing battle with our garden as it borders with acre after acre of arable farmland. We have crops of potatoes and celery and lettuce surrounding us in the summer months. Seriously it makes you want to eat organic when you see how much tractor action there is, spraying all the time, day and night. I did one year decide that my biblical-style hayfever affliction was caused by the spraying...and then eventually conceded it was probably just the pollen.

Last year we had potatoes - good crop, low maintenance, no tractors spraying at 10pm when you are soaking in the bath. Just my luck: I went with my youngest to a kiddy birthday party. You know when they are still at an age where the parents stay and 'help' them choose their sugary party food and generally hover around. Making small talk, I was telling one of the dads how I would steal a few potatoes from the field every now and then. He announced that they were his potatoes, he was the farmer and that it was his crop and could I kindly refrain? He really did not see the funny side... Hmmm

But back to the garden - we try to tame it, but it does run wild, especially in summer. My poor husband is out there mowing and mowing trying to keep it looking like a lawn. I loose patience...but now the white picket fence, I will have new-found interest :-)

Senin, 05 April 2010

Pushing a boulder up a hill...


I often feel like this image represents one element of my life. It is Sisyphus - who, in Greek mythology, was punished. His punishment: he had to push a boulder up a hill and then watch it roll down again, over and over for all eternity. My Sisyphean equivalent is house cleaning. My boulder is the toil associated with my house.

I know this sounds crazy as I have testified in recent posts - I love my house. Love it with a passion. But what is it about my little family, that they insist on messing it up all the time? In an endless cycle: I clean it up, they mess it up. And again, and again.

I so wish I was one of those mothers who just let it go. Does a messy house = happy kids?

What I find deeply ironic is that most of us do want to have beautiful houses - look at half the housey/interior/'a slice of beauty' blogs we follow - that are almost impossible to emulate in real life. In those houses, where is all the kiddy plastic? Where are the 15 pairs of muddy shoes in the hall? Where are the mismatched Barbie and Polly Pocket outfits? Where is the polyester Batman costume belt and the Superman cape? These are the questions...

I worry that my kids will think back on their childhoods with memories of me rushing around after them tidying up like a maniac. I really try (honest I do) to let it go. To just live in squalor and filth and be content. But I am afraid there is something in me - something deeply rooted, that yearns for images like this...





Mental note: got to get a blackboard somewhere in my house...


Playrooms with only wooden toys....I did once mandate one Christmas that the children should only have wooden toys - let's just say Father Christmas wasn't that popular that year!



Right - I am off to tidy up... ;-)

Minggu, 04 April 2010

Family Day


Easter Sunday...lunch for seventeen members of our family. Aged from a few weeks old to 69 years old. Easter bunny visited. Egg hunt in the garden. Wine from decanter; supplied by brother in law. Entertainment for the kiddies supplied by Aunties and Uncles. Cousins playing. Grandmothers chatting. Washing up done. Good day.

Sabtu, 03 April 2010

'Love and Be Happy'...


Over five years ago we bought a farmhouse; this view was one of the selling points. We literally begged, borrowed and stole to get our hands on it, as it was way out of our budget. If ever there was something meant to be, for us; this was it. So we have spent the last five years making it ours, making it beautiful, making it reach its potential. Parts of the house date from the 16th Century...walls that are a foot thick. I love this house. I never ever want to move. As in never.

The house has a plaque on the wall above one of the doors, cemented in place, from the previous owners; the farmer who farmed the land that surrounds our house for 50 years. The plaque says 'Hugh & Pam 1980: Love & Be Happy'. We laughed when we bought the house and said that our motto should be 'Stephen & Louise 2004: Spend and Be Hopeful'. We are still spending and we are still hopeful...

Love, love, lovelinks...

Danish Lovelinks...they are my guilty pleasure. Like going to a sweetie jar of shiny, sparkly, pretty things, we went today to my favourite local jeweller to purchase a new lovelink to add to my collection. I must admit, I am like a child; lusting after these dinky trinkets of murano glass and silver and gold. YUM. Their website is quite enticing, but to see them laid out in trays for real...its just too tempting! I am lost...

Prettiness...I love tiny the handbag on this one...


As a nod to the season, today we choose an Easter egg...




The pales are lovely...




But I like the colours too...



All in a row...so many to choose from...blues in honour of the Oxford/Cambridge boat race that we watched today...how very British...


OK I feel better now :-)

Jumat, 02 April 2010

Where is your wedding dress now?


Where is your wedding dress now? Assuming that is, i) that you have been married and ii) are female? (I am thinking my male readership is one; my husband). Maybe your wedding dress is still safe and sound in your mind's eye? Mine is hanging in a wardrobe upstairs...unceremoniously there amongst many other dresses. How can something so special have no real place in life now?

Some of my friends said they would sell their wedding dresses...in a way to justify the astronomic cost of one item of clothing. But when it came to it, just not possible. My dress; it was the first I tried and the one I went back to after trying many others. It was a two-piece, a full, full skirt and a beaded bodice. I will always remember that 'swish, swish' of the duchess satin as I walked. The weight of it. Its the only time in my life I have ever worn such a gown...

So, as there has been a touch too much reality for me this week, here are some wonderful, dreamy, fantasy gowns to gaze at...they make me recall my wedding day when I was a fantasy gown wearer for one just day.


What a fantastic image, a shot of yellow - this is Blake Lively for Vanity Fair...



Ruffle heaven and swan-like posture...



I think Emily Blunt is just beautiful and these two images are so decadent...



Vintage pink tulle...Kate Moss languishing...in Vogue...


Lara Stone also in Vogue...the contrasts on this dress are lovely.



This I adore; an oriental twist on the gown...


SJP...on an Annie Leibovitz photo shoot...


A puff of dreamy pink...

And for the future brides...a little girl's version...

Kamis, 01 April 2010

1963

I like the 60s. I know, its odd, I wasn't there, but I have a fascination with it as an era. In 1963 my parents got married, and ask anyone who was alive then the question: 'where were you when Kennedy was shot?' and most will recall in minute detail.

One of my favourite ever books is 'Couples' by John Updike, which is set in 1963. I have read this book over and over; this book I love. The subject matter however is dark, its about adultery in suburban New England. Its such an intimate view of a listless marriage, its almost painful to read at times but the way he writes, the accuracy of human emotion, is well...its amazing.

This image appeared in Vogue in 1963...and the Vogue cover below it...what is with that headscarf? And that is some 'do' underneath...

Under Parasols at the Beach photographed by Louise Dahl-Wolfe- Vogue 1963


I have a first edition of the book...I saw it in an antique book shop, just there alone on a shelf - I could not believe my luck!




Here is John Updike, who died in 2009. He was a genius...


Christine Keeler in 1963 when the Profumo scandal broke...an iconic image with the Arne Jacobsen chair...


Lewis Morley Portrait of Christine Keeler 1963

John F Kennedy in another iconic White House picture...he was assassinated in November 1963.

JFK painting by Aaron Shikler

Jackie Kennedy looking radiant...

'Mad Men' is set in 1963...the styling on that programme is a dream. The dresses! These shots appeared in Vanity Fair and capture completely the sentiment of John Updike's 'Couples' novel..