When I grow up
I'm gonna fall in love
with a wonderful man
and get married
and live happily
ever after.
When I grow up
I'm gonna fall in love
with a wonderful man
and get married
and have four babies
and live happily
ever after.
When I grow up
I'm gonna fall in love
with a wonderful man
and get married
and have four babies
and spend 28 years
raising them
and loving them
and live happily
ever after.
When I grow up
I'm gonna fall in love
with a wonderful man
and get married
and have four babies
and spend 28 years
raising them
and loving them
and watch proudly
as they grow up
and get married
and have babies
and live happily....
....and what will I do
ever after?
Meandering Through Secret Waters: A mishmash of some of the poems, pictures, ponderings and everyday happenings that make up my life.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
For Some Reasons.....
In Dinsdale there is a truly dreadful clothing shop that has had a sort of awful fascination for Jeff and me for over a year.
First we wonder who would buy clothes that are hideous and very badly made: yeah, sure they are cheap but even so.... However that is a minor point.
The big display windows in two sides of the building are totally covered in posters, excluding all possibility of natural light from the interior. About a third of the posters are the Christmas posters but they stay up all year round. The other two thirds are multiple copies of a poster that draws our attention every time we pass, and we laugh, not because it is funny, but because it is so, well, foolish. Who thought this up, and what did they think it meant?
First we wonder who would buy clothes that are hideous and very badly made: yeah, sure they are cheap but even so.... However that is a minor point.
The big display windows in two sides of the building are totally covered in posters, excluding all possibility of natural light from the interior. About a third of the posters are the Christmas posters but they stay up all year round. The other two thirds are multiple copies of a poster that draws our attention every time we pass, and we laugh, not because it is funny, but because it is so, well, foolish. Who thought this up, and what did they think it meant?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Summer Fun
Three weeks ago I enjoyed a summer school book binding class in Huntly. I came away inspired and looking forward to getting back into my book making, and to experimenting with new ideas.
But then everything got crazy with visitors and other busyness. We had so much fun, especially with our costume party.
I came a a crazy post-menopausal old woman - as myself in other words.
But now that's over, J has gone to Wellington for a week, and I have tidied my craft room, and have been practicing one of the bindings I learned at summer school.
The paper is a pulled paste paper that I made some time ago.
But then everything got crazy with visitors and other busyness. We had so much fun, especially with our costume party.
I came a a crazy post-menopausal old woman - as myself in other words.
But now that's over, J has gone to Wellington for a week, and I have tidied my craft room, and have been practicing one of the bindings I learned at summer school.
The paper is a pulled paste paper that I made some time ago.
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