Thursday, July 26, 2012

Post of the week

From my beloved mom, the post of the week - a card that sparkles in sunshine and shimmers in shade:

Birthday off to a scrumptious start.
Grateful to be here. Happy happy day :-)

Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Making sogginess special:
all of this rain has been inspiring me :-)

I'm experimenting with some in gold as well, which look very well holding rain. Though, if they should happen to dry out during a few weeks of glorious summer, I wouldn't be cross or anything...


Monday, July 16, 2012

You are the sky :-)

Walking to work (on a less soggy morning) - this caught my eye and brought a smile.

“You are the sky. Everything else – it’s just the weather.” ― Pema Chödrön

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Sunshiney impressions

What a sunshiney week off! Lovely mix of outdoor life and homey things. Enjoying strolling Dublin and catching up on its changing streetscapes...

And the Chester Beatty fountain is as evocative as ever.

The little cottage roof has been tended to, following a stubborn leak. The roofers have just left, which means...

Naptime :-)

Sunday, May 20, 2012

A good tonic

The great Time of Volunteering is coming to a close, and the superhectic period of Job the First is also concluding.

Some time off to chill out, catch up, do some craftey stuff & take a few day trips.

But first, a flumpy Sunday afternoon: Columbo, naps - sheer heaven!
Meanwhile, the post of the week:

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Post of the Week

I have accepted the fact that I now blog intermittently. Not an easy admission...

Post of the week arrived yesterday. A Little Black Cat Card, which turned out to be a thing of great interest to the Little Black Cat.

She spent some time trying to read it, which was tough on two levels: (a) Dubh can't read, and (b) The Card Sender's handwriting can be a... challenge.

Still, Dubh fancied herself a Codebreaker for a brief time.  She's back to playing Kitty Commando with the plants now; normality is restored :-)

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Leafing through colour

Until I find my little camera cord, recent photos remain held hostage. Baby steps...

In the interim: a short, delightful film on bookstore happenings after the lights go out.

Monday, January 2, 2012

Wooly antics

Happy yawwwwn... and a happy new year to all. Thus far, this year is pretty fab.

Today I've been playing with some hand-dyed wool, which gradually formed into a Children of Lir kinda thing... there's plenty more final touches & twiddling to do,  but it made for a charming morning (while Miss Marple solved a mystery in the background) :-)  This Season was filled with oodles of conversation, and those Lir swan-siblings were one of the many captivating subjects.

(PS: thanks to my little black cat for her patience while I was playing with the wool. She teetered over the strands, holding herself back, with the odd little whimper. Such fortitude...  And thanks to Sandra & the sheep of Inis beg for the wool!)

Well, it's almost certainly nap o'clock, on the last day of my Christmas holidays. Busy busy!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Marrakech photos

Post-hols, post-deluge, the normal rhythms of life are gradually reasserting themselves.

Some photos from Marrakech are online: over here on facebook. It was a wonderful experience, with much art and conversation and chilling and exploring. And chameleons :-)

Oodles of wonder-filled moments, but lying under the canopy of stars in the Sahara, talking about life matters, that was probably my highlight. Extraordinary.

Thanks to Sara for being a fab travelling companion.
And for not selling me :-)

Monday, October 10, 2011

Orlaith in Marrakech

Ah, we have arrived...  quick post from our hotel, post-swim and nap :-)

Marrakech keeps unfolding delight after delight: the medina with its snake charmers and healers and craftsfolk and henna artists and ten zillion salesmen. We made our way through herbs and spices and apocatheries... past ceramic shops, metalworking studios, wool dying workshops... everyone eager to talk, to sell. One man looks at us, declares 'Fish and Chips'.
No, we say, not English.
Another seller joins in, 'Australian'.
Nope. We move along, and keep walking as the avenue of sellers shout after us: 'German. French. Polish. American...'
We cave in with one man, and say that we're Irish.
'Ah,' he nods. 'Roy Keane.'

Today's super-treat was going to Yves Saint Laurent's garden, which was actually established by a painter called Majorelle in the 1920s, but YSL saved it after Majorelle's death. And treasured it, clearly.

Such colours and light and life. A place that manages to be serene and vibrantly life-affirming at the same time; a truly romantic setting.
Alrightey, out into the evening for us :-)
Cafe in the Medina
Wool dying

"It is so lovely with your eyes..." the salesman insists :-)

Off to visit Saint Laurent's garden

Garden Majorelle - designed in the 1920s

Lovin' that blue

water lillies and turtles and frogs oh my...

Blue + blonde

Blue + pomegranates