Wednesday, 25 February 2009

confession time..

I have a crush on our vet... A BIG crush..and it's just been reignited.

I can't help it,it's just that he makes my tum tum flip and it does quivery things to my knees.Wearing that pale green apron/shirt that brings out his deep.. dark.. chocolatey.. velvet eyes. And saving all dose pawr puppies and kitties' lives. What a guy.

Does it count as really bad? Ummmm, I did know him before I met The Shoe and I had almost forgotten him because I haven't needed to visit for a while, not since our last dog (poochie mama)passed away, which was when I first succumbed to Sexy Vet's charms. Although I do always look longingly through the window when I drive past to try and catch a glimpse! But as we have taken over the care of my dad's dogs now,poochie one and poochie two, and as poochie one is diabetic, I've been ordering his medicine from them.
So far I have only dealt with a range of rather weird nurses but yesterday I called up and HE answered the phone and whilst asking me what size needle I needed,I suddenly started choking and spluttering,I couldn't speak thus sounding like a complete idiot. So awful..You see, I am even resorting to teenage state because of this crush!
I called in today to pick up the doggy insulin and when the nurse went to fetch it, out came Sexy Vet. He put down the small box and as I reached to pick it up from the counter, our hands brushed! My heart did cartwheels as he called me 'Miss Flora'sSingleName' and then he disappeared back from whence he came- probably saving the life of a helpless bunny... Aaaaaahhh, dreamy.

I came back from walking the pooches and immediately set about beautifying diabetic pooch. Not just because he really was one 'doirty dawg' but just in case we need to make an emergency trip, he needs to look his best! I don't want him embarrassing me in front of Sexy Vet. Not that I would ever exploit his poorly state to score some time with the crush!!

Also it's an excuse to post some pictures of cuteness..

He hates being a soggy doggy.. despite me singing along to this, one of my absolute favourite tunes that came on the radio just as I washed and scrubbed. As is usual with dog washing, the wash-er gets just as wet as the wash-ee.
But didn't he turn out well? Like he just stepped out of the salo-oo-oo-on.




'No more hair-drying!'


Sporting the Boris Johnson look.

Till next time, my vetinary love...

Monday, 23 February 2009

and further more..

.. a couple of divine wedding dresses that would look perfect underneath them there cardi-purs.

This one is a dead ringer for dear Audrey's dress,n'est pas?




This from etsy makes my heart skip..




And all I can say about this is.. hubba hubba





from etsy shop KatieAmazing

Ohh why did I have to get married before I saw this-








ebay gold


If only a gal could have a wedding every year.. kind of like birthdays.That's not too much to ask for, is it?

girl needs cardies..


Wouldn't that be gorgeous over a swishy fifties wedding dress?

Stumbled across these beeyootiful shrugs and boleros from etsy shop The English Dept via thoughtfulday, and it set me off a-wishing for vintage cardigans all heavy with beads and sequins, in candy shades. A bit of ebay hunting was in order.

Pop on your petticoats and jive away into the night.




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Bid here

ah well,have to keep 'wishin and hopin' till one can be mine...

Sunday, 22 February 2009

Chain of Barbra..

inspired by Saipua's posting of La Streisand songs, I thought I should post a favourite. Two divas for the price of one.



Truly the best,you can never have enough Babs in your life...I so want her cute beehive bob too.

Good to sing to yourself as you wander the grey days.

Saturday, 21 February 2009

As predicted..

in my last post, today really did feel as though spring had arrived.
A meltingly mild day,bright blue skies and the hordes were out in Kenwood park.People watching a plenty. The sweeping lawn was packed, it looked like a painting by Lowry.
And then the Wicked Stepmother announced she was going to a garden centre. And never being one to turn down a trip to gawp at plants I hopped along for the ride. And to try to not come home laden with goodies..
Now, I grew up in this particular part of North Londinium and thought I knew where most things were..however when the WSM said garden centre, I had no idea that she would take me to the Narnia of garden centres. Off the crowded high street we turned and suddenly we were on a country track going behind the brick houses and derelict garages and there high above the london roof tops was a hidden haven for gardeners. A secret place tucked away on the slope of Highgate Hill. London is so incredible,chock full of secret places; I adore discovering them.

The view over the city was fab and I was amazed that this land hadn't been snapped up by evil property developers. I'm sure it would be worth a small fortune. Hurrah for good spirited garden people, seeing that peonies and primroses are more important than profit.





(apologies for my rubbish pictures,was a camera dufus today)

We were on the hunt for vegetable seeds, WSM had come over all Good Life and wanted to plant potatoes and carrots and beans.But unfortunately she was rather a novice,cue much reading of seed packs and furrowed brows as we tried to find the most productive veg for the least effort required. She was rather bamboozled by propagation and thinning out.. I felt quite the expert as I passed on my very basic knowledge. I giggled as she was thrown into panic stations whimpering 'how hard can a carrot be?' Very hard.. we discovered.

I came away with seed packets for foxgloves and columbines. Two of my favourite flowers. My last but one garden was filled with these cottage garden flowers. I was very good and resisted lots of things, we need to get some order on our garden first. But a trip to the flower market might be in order tomorrow. If I can persuade the Shoe.

I saw these and Wicked Stepmother couldn't help a bit of role-playing..




Things I was good at resisting-


Sweetpeas,my favourite summer flower.





And dahlia bulbs, favourite autumn bloom..



Amazing hellebores, so good for brightening up the winter months. I read an article today that said up until 1975 they were considered a weed!


Sweet primroses..


Dear oh dear it was all too much for WSM.... fancy a duck?

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Walking and wallpaper...

Today was a blue-ish day,and I trudged round like an old wellington boot but I was cheered up by seeing the pink camelias appearing in the park.
It's here, spring's here!

I walked through the trees, listening to Danny Baker on the radio, made me chortle and then got all lumpy throaty as I sang along to this magical song.
Fear I may be turning into a mad dog lady, laughing and singing to myself!



Van Morrison is such a grump-face, I imagine he has removed all the videos of him from youtube but was able to find this version.

And tonight we were able to listen to the concert given by my dear friend last friday with the marvel of technological time travel. Hurrah for BBC radio iplayers what- nots.
Whilst the music glimmered through the air ,I was looking at wallpaper porn. Something with birds or trees,two of my favourite things.. There is much to drool over.



from here, and here,








from nina campbell



and here..

I love the overlaid ghostly silhouettes in that last one. Very apt for our house in the trees.

Monday, 16 February 2009

Looking back..




Spent today with wonderful granny sorting through piles and piles of old photos.




Ancient Polaroid of little sister- ceeyoote













Faded snaps of happy times and family closeness, embarrassing haircuts, tufty facial hair and cheesy grins. Sweet memories that make you warm,reminders of how cute/beautiful/ uninhibited we were. Although the pain when looking at pictures of my brother is numbed over.It has to be.
But here are captured moments of pleasure, my grandparents in their wonderful dated kitchen, a retro heaven of mustard and brown. Pomps in his same old dressing gown, hair combed over but with an early morning ruffle, jar of marmalade on the table, Granny by the fridge getting out,what I wonder? milk,marge? A grin on her face as she turns round and the moment is frozen. Or a moment on a bouncy castle,saggy socks and rosy cheeks, standing up only to fall again-ebullient with joy. And another, a water fight in Granny's garden,drenched and screaming, cartwheel in the soggy grass.

I took my own little pile home to keep and treasure. Including one picture which the resemblance between grandmother and grandaughter is so, so clear.





Saturday, 14 February 2009

Decided..


Valentine

My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Whatever you've got lined up,
My heart has made its mind up. 
And if you can't be signed up
This year,next year will do.
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.

  Wendy Cope

The first time...

Ever I saw the Shoe.

Was this day four years ago. And it has been a riot of adventure, silly behaviour, dancing,singing,exploring,laughing and sometimes tears.But he has always been strong and held me up when I'm drooping,given me sunshine so I can bloom and has always wiped the tears away . Sometimes I can't quite believe I have had this amazing man in my life for four years and that he is so strong in his love for me. This morning, I came downstairs to see a card propped up on the kitchen table, a card so sweet and loving that it brought tears rushing to my eyes. He had listed all the things he wouldn't have done if we had never met.. like become a dog person, driven across France, learned how to love musicals,slept in a camper van.. and I wouldn't be able to tell a triumph herald from a stag or have jumped around to drum and bass music or bought a house, or stood in a field of sunflowers or felt wonderful glorious happiness!

So this time four years ago, we would have been in the Cargo club, East London. And probably we would have just been pronounced the winners of the Karaoke competition and been presented with our trophy that still sits on our mantelpiece. And so the beginning had begun.

I was determined to go out that grey sunday in 2005 as I had been rather rudely dumped the previous sunday so wanted to cancel it out by having a jolly good time. The event was organised to raise money after the terrible tsunami disaster and as well as all the dancing,there was to be auctions of pop memorabilia, snog-a -celebrity and a cast of my favourite djs including one with whom I do have a minor obsession. Mark Lamarr.. If there was to be any snogging of celebrities, he would be mine!!!
Well, I had been ringing round the pals all week to see who was free and luckily Jazzboy was up for escorting me. However sunday morning came and I had a phonecall saying he had a terrible ear ache and wouldn't be able to go. Oh poop, I thought,it obviously wasn't meant to be. Mark Lamarr would have to snog me some other time. So putting it out of my mind,I settled down to a quiet sunday of mooching round the house. It was halfway through the afternoon when the phone rang again and woop-de do, Jazzboy again,the nasty earache had disappeared and he was all set to go listen to loud music and dance like loons!
It is strange to think that such seemingly small decisions direct our life's path. I always called Jazzboy the 'reason' that Shoe and I met, and in the speech I gave at our wedding, I thanked him and his earache for making a recovery!
I remember it being such a special night, it had a very different atmosphere to any other club night I had been to before or since, I guess because of the circumstances for which it had been organised.As you walked in, the entrance foyer was lined with candles and pictures,people that had survived the tsunami had written incredible reports about what they had experienced and seen and pictures of friends and family that hadn't come home. So there was this real feeling of life being even more precious and unpredictable.There before the grace of god...

Anyway the music was brilliant,I danced my little feet off, lost Jazzboy, chatted to strangers and made new friends and somehow ended up in the restaurant where they were having karaoke.
I had never sung at karaoke before and in the spirit of being brave,I put myself down to sing a song. As I was standing there I saw a chap with spiky hair and dark eyes sitting and laughing with a group of friends,we had one of those eye meeting moments and then somehow he was standing next to me,looking at the book of songs. I sparked up with 'what are you going to sing?' To which he replied that they didn't have any of the songs he wanted to sing. So helpfully, I started pointing out that I thought were good songs. As these seemed to be particularly girly songs and included Judy's Somewhere over the rainbow he was a bit confused by this..
He then suggested that we sang a song together, I protested as I had already put myself down for a song but relented after he said he would buy me a drink! What an easy touch! And the drink was a strong one and I'm afraid to say, pushed me over the edge to slooshedness..

He wanted to sing 'Don't you want me baby' but when someone else stood up to sing it, I insisted we chose something else and the only duet I could think of was the Elton John and Kiki Dee cheese-fest, 'Don't go Breakin'my Heart!' So now it was his turn to protest that he didn't know the words and so on.. I was having none of it. Then, I had to go up and sing my song(you're so vain!) and I was aware of him watching, so felling mildy embarassed I managed to get through it. And then pretty soon I was back up there singing our duet.. ho ho! Well, I was very impressed I can tell you -he had a really good voice.And it was so much fun, I remember looking around seeing everyone singing along and sneaking glances at this handsome man standing next to me.

Once the song was finished, he came over all shy and rushed back to the comfort of his chums to hide his embarrasment so I went over to him and we had a laugh at the ridiculousness and then continued chatting away. He was very funny and I recall laughing a lot. We smoked lucky strike ciggies and drank a bit more and listened to other people murder songs until we heard the words 'And the winners are Flora and the Shoe' We had no idea that it had been a competition and yet here we were being applauded and presented with a trophy! He let me keep the trophy in exchange for my phone number and pretty soon I received a text addressed to Kiki from Elton.

I journeyed home on the bus,again making new friends as they asked about my trophy that I was proudly carrying. I think one of them may have asked me to sing and then looked in horror as I opened my mouth, unbelieving that I could have won anything with my weedy voice!

And so as I crashed into bed, I was unaware that I had met the man I was going to marry but all I knew was that I'd had more fun than I'd had for a long, long time.

Happy Anniversary,lovely man.

Friday, 13 February 2009

Or the Anti-Valentine...



Seriously, how cool are these anti valentine e-cards? I know I'm all married and full of the joys of newlywed bliss but I would just kill to be able to send these out to all my pals.. Actually what the hey,maybe I will!

The clever invention of Meg Pickard,she has a fab flickr set too.
Like the best ideas, so simple and soooo good.
Get them here. Genius



Unfortunately, this is kinda true..



OK,just one more- a cute one to end on before I really do become eaten up with cynical bitterness!



There are lots more where these came from! And you can order them from Moo cards too

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

No Hallmark here..

Goodness, there's some tat about in the name of Valentine's cards.

The Shoe and I thankfully can avoid being too cheese-tastic as we celebrate the day before,known as Valentine's eve in our house, because that's when we first set eyes on each other in a crowded bar. Story to come later! But it's still an excuse to look for cards..

We have an owl thing going,which came from a card I sent him when I was away with two owls saying 'I only have owls for you' *groan*

But these are too cute.. Get ready for more owl puns I'm afraid.



found here



from here



From here

And I love this owl made with vintage fabric. I recognise it because we had a duvet with this pattern when I was young and I was most excited when I found some curtains in the same print in a charity shop last summer!



From not on the high street.


And I love this, although it's not quite true.. not unless he sent it to me.. oops



etsy
love.