I promised H this photie yesterday. Been taking loads recently just walking to and from places doing errands.

Will probably be on a mini hiatus until July due to work pressues.

Grief ~ over the past few days, perhaps even weeks, a profound grief has been nagging me, tugging at my skirt, catching me in moments where I can't shake it off. Postponed grief cannot be put at bay forever. I spent a lot of time with my dead friend doing the work I am doing now. She knows or knew exactly the pressures I'm under right now. She knows the lack of time, racing to do things, check things, she would sympathise with the sheer waste of time in meetings as our deadline moves inexorably closer. I sit and look at documents whose aesthetics would have her birling in her grave if she saw them.

I miss her

I miss her

I miss her

I miss her

I left work at 11.15 pm today. Outside I could see a strange glow in the sky -cloud shapes.

As I walked towards my bus stop the grief rose and when I left the bus again I walked under the trees wracked by tears. I walked into the park silent and empty of people and I scanned the sky for the moon. I thought if I see the moon I will be comforted.

I saw the moon and the grief is still with me. I got a message on my answerphone from a friend's husband - she has just given birth to a baby girl. Life goes on but we grieve for those who are not with us and the parts of ourselves that they represent.

Soho door - the sign says 'NO Prostitutes here'

chocolates for the tired soul - display of Prestat in Liberty's

There is something about a green door and a red frame. On the bus I am mostly attracted by the colours of doors and their frames. The placement of doors beside each other. What this betrays psychologically beats me except for a longing perhaps to step into another dimension another way of being, another life.

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Had a no good wrong kind of day the kind where speaking to particular people engenders rage - with in seconds. Looking at the green door and the red frame and reconfiguring ones mind is becoming essential to survival.

Now if only the fire safety info had not been stuck on that lovely red hose reel. I was so tempted to peel it off.

Jaunt to Kirriemuir

Yesterday took the train to Cupar - fabulous wonderful views over the Forth crossing the Forth Rail Bridge and Fife was looking very lush and green. Then a friend and I drove to Kirriemuir (birthplace of JM Barrie). A dear wee place almost like a model village. Beautiful vernacular sandstone architecture on a small hillock. We were there to go to the Bank St Gallery and see R's exhibition. She had recommended a cafe in the same street 88 degrees. Which was fab, great food, wonderful service and Vogue magazines to read. Afterwards we hit the charity shops and I scored half price tapestry wool, racking through giant bags of skeins. I can highly recommend Kirriemuir for wool. The British Red Cross seems to be well stocked with mohair by the way. We returned via Dundee and did some clothes shopping.

OK it was the extraordinary contrast between the green walls and the red fire equipment which got me here. I know whoever decorated this staircase at Liberty's was thinking about the two colours singing off each other.

March 08 Liberty's london a display of wooden painted clogs- I think purely decorative I don't think they were being touted as the next big shoe.

I got sandals ! I thought about buying them yesterday but the raingods punished me by raining down on Edinburgh all day - but they seem to have moved to London as no illeffects from my lunchtime trip to the shop.

yesterday

at work - someone came from personnel and said there had been a compaint about how loud my laughter was......

Ghost Bikes

I'm so glad that I've restarted my organic box. I'm a bit overwhelmed by veg as they delivered two weeks in a row but I've contacted them and it will go to everyother week to give me a bit of a breather to use it all up.

Tonight I'm making Leak and Potato soup with Sunflower loaf as a side to be followed by Rubarb and Apple Cumble.

Full time work is really using up my time and energy. I did a few errands today came home and had to have a rest!

I tried to swim on Friday but C and I had got completely befuddled with the opening times of the Vicky Baths in Leith. So instead we hopped on a bus to Porty (collectively whinging about our jobs) and walked by the shore. Quite blustery with lots of white horses. We then had fish and chips - yum!

27 Thoughts on Blogging for Artists

my 1002 post...

Angry Chicken and Shutter Sisters

Would like to write something very penetrating and good. But I'm feeling squeezed by work. Highlights include finding my nice pen which went awol for a few days. I went to dinner on Saturday got v drunk and came home at 3am. By a miracle I got myself the next day to St Margaret's Loch on Holyrood Park for a 'memorial walk' to my friend Rachel who died earlier in the year. The gorse was spectacular the views panoramic, my knees were knackered by walking down the steps to Duddingston. We had lunch at the Sheeps Heid afterwards. I've signed myself up to swim on Friday to see if that will help my aching knees. Meanwhile back to housework and excel sheets.

Bokeh on the tweed?

spectrum

Morsbag - love the idea but longer handles please so we can carry on shoulder?

Go to Jen Lemen's blog and read about her inspiring trip to Rwanda.

Bears Just Want to Have Fun - sorry couldn't resist

Poppytalk - cool stuff blog