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HOME TOWN COMFORTS
I love a good home show, I love seeing how visions of homes come together and the purpose the home will serve. I enjoy doom scrolling Instagram pages of interiors people and magazines to get a sense of how homes function and the purpose each room, each corner serves. The vision home people create and the intention behind it, which is why Home Town is one of my TV obsessions… Erin and Ben I can…
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Sweet Spring
Spring… she’s round the corner from here!
Lean out, a little further out the window…
Ah! There she is! taking her sweet time too the cheeky little bugger. Making her gradual descent to greet us with that perfectly pitched temperature.
Corralling the flowers and busying the bees,
Coaxing the winter fairies to bed and readying the eager spring fairies for work. Freshly cut grass, trees adorned…
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LONDON - IMPRESSIONISTS ON PAPER; DEGAS TO LAUTREC
I have never not been in my Degas era, because I love his work, most everything I have seen of it. Matter of fact on my bucket list is an acquisition of a Degas sketch because I love how he conveys romanticism within the slight of his pencil. Degas captures a softness that comes with movement especially in his ballerina series; I especially think masterful, his capture of ballerinas off duty…
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GENOCIDE
Genocide is a divisive word at the moment, we are quibbling over the appropriateness of its use and some people are struggling with the concept of what to term this ongoing bombardment of Palestine. Whether it’s an ethnic cleansing or genocide or a war… what we call it shouldn’t matter, but what it is, is a debasement of human life where you see your fellow humans as undeserving of a full life.…
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LONDON - ACCIDENTALLY WES ANDERSON
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MINUTE STEAK WITH CHIMICHURRI
I was rummaging in the fridge the other day and came across a pack of minute steaks I’d bought and apparently forgotten, now seemed like the best time to defrost and throw something quick together. I’m not a huge fan of steak but on occasion I will deal with whatever indigestion it will most certainly give me for a good meal. Ergo I had a steak dinner and it was glorious.
CHIMICHURRI
A bunch of…
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CORDS: FASHION MAINSTAY
Cords are proof that you should never throw out anything in your closet that is not a trend. Cords aren’t trends, your grandfather wore them. Your father wore them. You’ll wear them and pass them down because there is something everlasting about a pair of corduroy trousers; for starters, they are tough as nails. It wears extremely well and often looks better well worn and put through the grind…
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Ferrari, The Movie
In the end what the film was missing was the humanity of a wife who built an empire with her husband and how she saved him, because, in the end, we have the legend that is Ferrari as it is today, because of Laura. There were flashes too brief flashes, but we did not see the hard graft and the years of love between them. It went out of its way to humanise Lina, the mistress, but not his wife which…
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WE REALLY DON'T HAVE TIME
Three days after Christmas, I got a voicemail that my cousin had suddenly passed. It was one of those moments when I thought it was someone else who’d passed, someone with a same name to which I had no relation. Someone of a distant friendship. I listened to it five times before deeming to return the call. I was settling into that glorious week between Christmas and New Year, that moment when we…
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THE JANUARY BLUES SOOTHE
January with her cold shoulder and freeze is finally upon us, on the heels of the most delightful time of year; it seems a cruel joke that Christmas should be followed by such grey and cold and wet; ensconcing us in the thick of winter. A month of Mondays, leaving us in need of pick me ups and a desperate search of soul soothing. I have a list, of course I do, of tried, tested and true things to…
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ART OF SCANDAL - REGINA BLACK
I read quite a bit in 2023 but hardly ever got round to blogging about it, because life as they say, be lifing, but I could not let the year fade to black without talking about the best book I read all year. My top five of all time. Art of Scandal by Regina Black. If you have not read this book, READ THIS BOOK. Buy it here.
So, before I wax on lyrical about this, let me tell you the lengths to…
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Advent Story- Bonus Chapter
Ife slept in, absolutely wrecked with exhaustion. She and Hendrix stayed in the ice cream parlour until the small hours, and they talked about everything, making many apologies and catching up on old times. They returned to the flat at 3am, her family and friends already spread across the other three bedrooms in the house. They are spending Christmas with her here, it seems.
She didn’t get to…
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Advent Story #25 | A Love For All Time
Ife walks into the ice cream parlour, she’d seen her friends sitting around the table by the window. She’s now bathed and changed into another cashmere set, and UGGs warm her feet and wards off the cold; she’ll needs all the comfort she can muster for this conversation. It is after all, twenty-two years and change coming.
They stand when she walks in, but one knows he will be staying behind…
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Advent Story #24 | The Children, They Are All Ours
‘I’m sorry.’ Ife says to her children. Talking with Tristan wore her out, but it was talk that needed to be had. Talking to their children, however, is harder; they did not deserve what she put them through, any of it. She should not have laid her burdens at their feet in the way she did and then run off like a coward; they deserve better, especially from their mother.
‘We went to The Hope, to…
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Advent Story #23 | The Village Invaders
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Ife jerks up in bed with a start, disoriented.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
‘What the fuck?’ She rolls from one side of the bed to the other, hoping the unwanted caller would simply leave if she doesn’t answer.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
‘Fuck.’ She gets out of bed, slips her feet into the UGGs slippers by the bed, wraps a silk robe around herself and hurries to answer the door before the mad…
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Advent Story #22 | Cross Country
Hendrix and the children walk out into the arrival hall to be met by the chauffeur in Heathrow. Hendrix had gotten an emergency permission for his private jet to land in Heathrow because the flight was on such short notice. This reunion or what does it mean when you are going to meet the husband of the woman you have loved all your life? Fuck if he knows, is going to be something for the history…
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Advent Story #21 | THE STORM
The wind howled outside the windows. The square sits empty and looks forlorn at only 7pm when it should be brimming with life; people on their evening passagiata, men, young and old, playing chess, children frolicking by the fountain… all signs of life withdrawn and the wind whistles loudly into the quiet and eery evening. Marinella told Ife about the storm which passes through once a year around…
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