When re reading this novel this is one of the lines which I wait with anticipation for, and then savour. It rings so true to my life, thoughts and friendships. Having been fortunate to make some great girlfriends through church - one of the many things I love about our times together are those talking about dresses and other lovely things. Clothes are something I talk about with most of my female friends, and with friends at work too. So basically I must have a clothes conversation every day - eek what does that make me sound like? It is superficial but it leads into deeper, truer 'How are you really' conversations. What are your favourite conversations with friends?
Sunday, 28 February 2010
Friday, 26 February 2010
Thursday, 25 February 2010
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
A very long poem - so it's the first and last verse only and a few favourite lines inbetween. It reminds me of summer - oh hurry up summer pleeeeese.
John Betjeman A Subaltern's Love Song
Miss J. Hunter Dunn, Miss J. Hunter Dunn,
To the six-o'clock news and a lime-juice and gin.
On the floor of her bedroom lie blazer and shorts,
Miss Joan Hunter Dunn, Miss Joan Hunter Dunn,
And here on my right is the girl of my choice,
And the scent of her wrap, and the words never said,
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Monday, 22 February 2010
'The Wardrobe Book of the Queen was presented to her daily by her Mistress of the Robes together with a pincushion; Marie Antoinette would prick the book with a pin to indicate her choices. The porters attached to the Queen's Wardrobe (this was three large rooms filled with closets, drawers and tables)...'
Antonia Fraser Marie Antoinette The Journey
Please just note the capitals for Wardrobe Book – oh to dream....
Sunday, 21 February 2010
'Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body... Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away... We had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.'
Louis de Bernieres Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Happy Anniversary to our dear friends who were married this day last year and used this quotation.
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Friday, 19 February 2010
'Only buy clothes that make you feel like doing a small dance.'
Helen Fielding - Olivia Joules and The Overactive Imagination
Thursday, 18 February 2010
I've so enjoyed reading your blogs that I thought I'd like to have a try. May I join you?
Over the years I've collected quotes which have been written in three hardback notebooks. I wondered if I were sixteen now - would they be handwritten or would I store them on a computer? There'll be other nibbles and sips from the rest of my life too. So then we get to know each other a little more.
Ra - in my thirties and very recently married, to Warmth. You'll learn more about me, my family and friends as we go on this journey together.
London, which I love. Currently West but hoping to move South East soon. Will keep you posted.