Picture books, paper goods & pretty things.
My sister brought this beautiful song by Alex Cornish to my attention as we drove back from Cornwall. I love the simple nostalgia of the lyric, “I was in the crowd with you.” It inspired me to paint as soon as I got home.
You know by now how much I love playing a little bit of Ella on a Sunday. You can't help moving your shoulders and tapping your foot to this one : )
"Summer rain dripping down your face again
Summer rain, praying someone feels the same
Take the pain killer, cycle on your bicycle
Leave all this misery behind."
Once again I was reminded of a brilliant song by BBC 6 Music. The perfect summer tune.
Going to the movies is usually a weekend treat or something to do in the evening. There is something that feels so utterly indulgent about going in the middle of the day. It's a bit like skiving off school.
Today, I skived. I went to see the utterly magical La La Land with a lovely friend of mine. It was everything I wanted a film to be. Completely unashamedly romantic which seems rare these days. Nostalgic, amusing, beautiful to look at and emotional. And such a lovely soundtrack. One for lovers of Singing In The Rain, Moulin Rouge, Funny Face and Roman Holiday. And all the better for the fact I saw it at midday when I should have been working. Such a treat.
It's been so long since I've done a jigsaw puzzle. Today we turned the television off and the radio on and absorbed ourselves in a 1000 piece one of the London tube map. Totally nerdy but so lovely and absorbing! Such a nice way to spend a Sunday morning.
I have such fond memories of visiting the Natural History Museum when I was little. I remember Dippy the diplodocus absolutely towering over me as I walked into the front entrance hall holding my nana's hand. I was amazed by him and always imagined him coming to life at night.
Recently it was announced that Dippy is being removed from the entrance hall and will be going on tour. He's been at the museum since 1905 and in his current location since 1979 so has been a part of thousands of childhoods. As I walked past the museum today I felt compelled to pop in to see him before he left.
I stood for a long while looking at him and remembering how I felt. He looked smaller (of course) but the feeling of awe came flooding back to me and I could feel my younger self grinning from ear to ear. Thank you for the memories Dippy : )
