Not a lot to say really except my last post seemed a bit miserable so I thought I’d throw some earth over it and move on. Here follows the earth.
First, I wanted to show you this wonderful bench my Badger made when he had a few days holiday from his work.
It is one of the most beautiful pieces of furniture we have. He was working with scrap wood lying around here, and the constraints of what he had available meant it turned out an inch or two shorter (height not length) than he would ideally have liked. Happily, this makes it perfect for me, as dining chairs/benches are invariably an inch or two taller than I can sit on comfortably, so that I either have to sit sideways with my feet up, go and eat somewhere else – or just put up with it!
So now, lucky people, you have Seen the Perfect Bench.
So now, lucky people, you have Seen the Perfect Bench.
I wondered how I would get along with just candlelight in my Tiny Room once the days grew shorter, and now I have found out. The answer is that I can’t. I like to read in the evening, and because I work on the computer so much, it’s hard for my eyes to acclimatise to reading by candlelight (especially after working on a backlit screen all day). Also, when I am working on a book – which is mostly – I often need to work into the evening; especially when, as now, my editor has begun making wistful noises about how helpful it would be if he could have the MS before the deadline! So I have imported an electric lamp into my room for reading and working. I know it uses the resources of Mother Earth, and I know if I lived off-grid I’d have to make do without one – but there it is.
However, the upshot of this is that I TEMPORARILY have a bedside table made from a cardboard box with a book as a tabletop - an arrangement I think you will agree is simply shocking in a civilised world in which I have the blessed fortune to be married to a man who makes such beautiful furniture.
And I also wanted to share with you something that I observed a few weeks ago. My hair is slowly growing back, and Jesus and I are patiently waiting and watching it grow (Jesus is the only one interested in the length of my hair apart from me, and He only cares because I do). While sorting some photos a while ago, I came across this one of me with my hair long.
I think, as I grow older, I am getting to look like John Rocha.
I am quite excited about this because I like John Rocha’s face a lot. I like the clothes he designs, but I like his face even better. The only thing is he is smilier than I am, and his smile is very beautiful. I must practice smiling.
[The photo of John Rocha is the one from the Wikipedia article about him. I cannot see any copyright information about it, and having read their page on copyright carefully I have concluded that it must be okay to reproduce it here. If it is not, please will someone let me know and I will just link to it. I wanted to put the photos side by side so you could see what I mean.]
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Ooh. Tomorrow is the Badger’s birthday!
Well this is a mere tin. Very small. I thought it worth the stature of photodom because small tins are exactly the kind of thing I am inclined to hang on to and reluctant to throw away. So sweet. So useful. AWAY with your sweetness and usefulness, Little Tin! Off to the recycling with you! Into the Crusher! Oh! Gasp! :0\ Goodbye Little Tin . . .