Farewell #sinfulsunday; a friend I didn’t even know I needed. Taught me things, upheld me, introduced me to some of the best people on the planet. I can’t express the gift this meme & its community’s been. Big thanks & love to Molly & all who took part. This from 2021, when I was a reg contributor.

@girlonthenet.bsky.social I’m listening to Woman’s Hour this morning speaking about stealthing and thinking about you. (Also, as an aside, I wish this offence had a different name. The word ‘Stealth’ has slightly admirable sneaky/heroic vibe doesn’t it?)

When your frock says summer but your boots say winter; that’s accidental cottage core.

Thanks!

When I left home my Dad made up a toolkit for me. I’ve added to it, but at its core it’s still that vintage set. I used it in my old job, & now I’m framing paintings, the friendly, worn, hickory handle of his old awl fits perfectly in mine as I go about the work. Love finds a way, even after death.

Have you got anything positive to share? It’s easy to find bad news…got anything good to tell us? We need to hear as much of it as we can muster.

I’m having to walk home because of a flat tyre, which I thought’d be a downer, but there’s such a Springy, Friday vibe on the streets, workers gathering outside pubs, tradies grabbing a tinny for the bus, kids at the ice-cream bar with pocket money, people buying good, weekend food for slow cooking.

'Railing at Castel Sant’Elmo (St Elmo Castle) in Naples Installed by local artist Paolo Puddu the railing allows those who understand braille to read the words of famous Italian author Giuseppe de Lorenzo and picture the view.' www.euronews.com/travel/2021/...

It’s that time…

I’m like the Alannis Morissette of drinking tonight; in one hand I’ve got whisky, and in the other one chamomile tea.

Waiting impatiently for my man to wake up so that he finds out that I’ve down the sleeves of his dressing gown up for April fool’s day! Wake up for goodness sake!! I can’t wait anymore. Hehehe!!!

For a while there, the radiators were ticking the exact same tick that the long-case clock ticked in my grandparents house in the 70s. I was back there for a moment. It felt so nice.

Trotternish Ridge from north of Gairloch

Love the nostalgic build-up of a film with an overture.

Pickling magnolia petals!

Made a meringue/penguin/Antarctic/sea leopard edible birthday diarama thingy.

It’s national women’s day, I’ve spent some of it thinking about all the fabulous women in my life. From my wise, love-filled elderly mum to my vibrant daughters and all the amazing women I have collected on the way. I’m so happy and lucky to stand with you. xx

This is my favourite, though there are so many which are interesting.

I was in a beautiful 2nd hand bookshop today, piled floor to ceiling with books like a cave.

If you’re lucky enough to be able to, have you posted a card to your mum for Mothering Sunday yet? Quick, there’s still time!

This little thing was 4 this week! Happy birthday Reckless!

Spot the ball!

Casual safety and food feel like such a luxury this morning. Like I am utterly spoiled with my riches in that regard.

Who wants a croissant and a coffee in the park with Rexi and I?

Home is where the heart/hearth/dog is…

Short poses life drawing tonight. These are 5 and 10 mins each. I’m beginning to really lean into the way I like to draw….with a rubber!

That’s all I can do today…. Now I’ve taken the masking tape off it looks so funny with the naked lady I painted him over! I’ll have to take the circular saw to it!

Tricky, tricky, tricky….

I have never signed a painting. It feels too presumptuous.

I found out today that you never feel more naked than when you’re naked but also wearing a lanyard.

Hands up if you’re present! 🙋🏼‍♀️

'The tea drinking fills the public-house, makes the frequenting of it habitual, corrupts boys as soon as they are able to move from home, and does little less for the girls, to whom the gossip of the tea-table is no bad preparatory school for the brothel.' Cottage Economy, William Cobbett, 1833

Dreamed of my dad. He smelled of line-dried shirts and Swarfega. I was warm under the crook of his arm. There must be a Japanese/German word for the sense of love/loss/luck it’s left me feeling this morning

I think this is finished. Might sand it a little bit….but otherwise it’s just time to frame and price it.

Sweet peas showing their faces too now! 🫛 Hooray! Come on spring!

And now all my tomatoes are puckering up for a kiss too! (I kissed this one back.) 👄

So the 30 days has past. I’ve irrecoverably cut my ties with the 8000 people on Twitter I used to be connected with. I thought I’d feel free, but honestly, I could cry. Now it’s just you guys (and a few in insta) Think I’d better go back to the real world to find people.

BBC Broadcasting 1932

Wow! That was quick!

And so it begins…. 🌱

For those of you struggling to write romantic verse in Valentine cards over the next few days, don’t despair: even the great poets had to start somewhere.

This daffodil is blowing you a kiss with two hands. 😘

So ‘Poor Things’ was a ride, no?

Is Bluesky the methadone for recovering Twitter addicts?

Made her a bit less skinny.

Trying to work stuff out without over describing everything.

Bsky is open, quote one pic of our cat to promote your cat.