eye shopping to the max

'Eye Shopping' is what my grandmother's maid Rosie called it. A friend of mine was regailing me with a 1 million pound shopping trip she organised before christmas. The aim was to spend a million pounds in one day on things that could be taken away on the day (no multiples allowed). She set off with a photographer, model and journalist - this was of course for an article not for real - and set out to spend spend spend. They splashed out on a £5000 Christian Dior outfit. £95,000 Raeburn bust, a ferrari, a £25,000 sailing boat, a mere £15,000 on hiring this hotel in its entirely for friends to stay over for dinner for one night (peacocks and highland cows thrown in gratis). My friend was begging them to increase the bill by putting more expensive wine on it.... in the end they only managed £920,000 in a day. They missed out she said by failing to get a motorbike. When she told us this story of the million pound day over Christmas lunch we of course leapt in with what we would have bought first class round the world ticket, Anne Redpath paintings by the dozen, a vast order at Raeburn Fine Wines. This kept us amused for simply ages.

I do think that the pleasure of thinking about what we would spend the money on theoretically was probably near equal to having actually having spent the money on it. The pleasure of having bought something evaporates quite quickly but the pleasures for example of ending up with an experince last longer.

I did spend £9.37 on wool today to go towards making a blanket for a knocked up cousin. I'm aiming for something like a wooly heirloom which will do the infant into adulthood. I have to do some serious knitting in the next few months.

What would Leslie do ?

a great blog by Lance Arthur of the wit and wisdom of his friend Lesley Harpold.

P.I.L lyrics?

A correspondent thinks my Leith Walk graffitist has quoted some P.IL. lyrics.

Meanwhile I move from bed to steaming my sinuses as I'm on day two of a cold. Housework is neglected...

Interesting website of an Indian Classical dancer via Under the Firestar

Things to be happy about - cool website via 52projects.

Article about green travel at the Independent

This is a Christmas tree outside the Conran Shop in London. I don't get a tree as I don't have a bay window which seems to me the essential component for a tree or a separate living room. There just isn't the right spot for it though I suspect Frida cat would love it and attempt to climb it. Second last present purchased today- the one other person who needs something lives abroad and as I won't be able to get to a post office before January I might as well leave off the buying of the present until then as well.

I have also failed so far on the to me from me present - H will be horrified to read that I have indeed purchased an alarm clock at the princely sum of £2.50 and awfuly pleased, I did make a special trip to buy sheeps milk yoghurt as a treat and will consider the conumdrum of the to me from me present in the New Year when hopefully there will be more funds.

I've written the last of my cards while listening to Kings College Cambridge and will in a while work up the energy to wrap things. I'm ahead of myself anyway as I don't have to give any presents over until the new year when my brother comes up. More truffle making on hold as Lidles failed to provide any double cream. I shall make some more biscuits instead.

'When it's over, I want to say I have been a bride married to amazement, I've been a bridegroom taking the world into my arms.’

Mary Oliver

from 37 days

wonderful graffiti from Leith Walk - I've just processed 2 films only abouyt 8 pictures came out - hardly any from my London trip.... but this one did.

Mrs Claus strikes again - she thinks the elves have terrible taste

behind all around

Normally by now I've decided on my Christmas card design even if I send them after christmas, decided my 'to me from me' present. But due to starting a job last week I've (gasp) bought cards ... I'm behind with my shopping and have no idea what I'm going to buy myself. It might be new cashmere gloves (though I'm desperate for a new alarm clock !), or even process a few films out of the hundreds knocking about the place. A friend is passing through Edinburgh so I'm meeting her for brunch tomorrow and hoping to get on with things.

I did make truffles though - I'm a newbie at truffles and they seem quite successful so a few more might be made before the new year.

fun freebie gift tags for people with colour printers from Angry Chicken.

66 ways to find more courage from Christine Kane.

I just need to find the strength to go up town and face the post office!

Check out Art Calling on my blog roll. I've met Sarah who writes it - we know each other via an email list we belong to and have managed to 'meet' both in the virtual and real worlds.

on oldie but a favourite

Spring frosting - very frosty this morning when I left the house... the links looked beautiful and bright I can forgive a lot if there is light.

Today its frosty and the frost hasn't melted. Never mind I have knitting and salmon for dinner.

Spring blossom 04 but the Jasmine which grows over my party wall is still flowering on Dec 14th - whither climate change?

half Roma poet

David Morley has a really interesting blog. I heard him at a poetry reading in London last week.

Lighting shop on Leith Walk (purple in honour of my friend S who is coming up to Edinburgh on her way north)

Writers are often asked: “How do you write? With a word processor? an electric typewriter? a quill? longhand?” But the essential question is: “Have you found a space, that empty space, which should surround you when you write? Into that space, which is like a form of listening, of attention, will come the words, the words your characters will speak, ideas - inspiration.” If a writer cannot find this space, then poems and stories may be stillborn. When writers talk to each other, what they discuss is always to do with this imaginative space, this other time. “Have you found it? Are you holding it fast?”

from Doris Lessing's Nobel Prize speech.

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