In so many ways blogging is an extension of that fantastic childhood past-time of “show and tell.” So be warned: this post is sloshing waist deep in the quagmire of self indulgence.
First, the big freeze. I know this photo is making the circuit around the internet, but it’s just too good not to share. Thank you BBC for this satellite image of a very white Britain. Look mom! I live on an albino ink blot!
Non-working Monkey was asking folks to explain in 140 characters or less why they loved Non-working Monkey. Of course I misread it as 140 words and rambled on forever. Luckily a little gem snuck through and I won the prize with the following quotation, drawn from the murk of my brain and inspired by English Lucy living in French Canada.
“Non working monkey is what happens when je ne sais quoi humps the leg of quiet desperation.”
The prize was to be biscuits, which had me worried given the questionable reliability of the postal service over Christmas. But thanks to Etsy, I received a wee cream tea biscuit after all! I won’t try to eat it but I do plan on using the tea bag.
Marie at Art from my heart. How gorgeous is this:
But the holidays are over now, and I am deep into a big clearout of some of the clutter that takes up room in my flat. However while dropping off a load of stuff at the charity shop, I found the most beautiful chair in the universe:
Twilight Scrawls by Kirstin Maguire
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