For My Husband

It's been a weird year and the next few weeks ain't gonna be easy either, but here's to you babe.
I love you.

New Year - Limerick

The clock close to midnight it stands.
Pop champagne and then strike up the band.
Two thousand and eight
is potentially great -
let's go and grab life with both hands

Not that fussed with this one really as it is not witty and witty a limerick must be in my book. That said, it is probably as good as I am going to get right now. At least it scans, even if purists would take issue with the dropped s on the second line (it should be bands). I know the rules you see, I just don't always play within them.

For other New year Spirits, check out Mad Kane's Limerick and 'Ku prompt.

Now and Then - Sunday Scribblings

This time last year

Now I am filling in the expected dates in my new calendar. I love doing that. Seeing my whole year spread out in front of me full of potential. Will I start the nurse training? Will I get chickens? Will I manage to do Woolfest this year?
2007 is just about over and what a wild ride it was. Fun though if painful at times but then what is a year if you haven't lived it to the full? I hope 2008 is as adventurous and challenging. Okay Woolfest doesn't sound either but believe me, for me it will be! Adventures and challenges are relative as Sniff in the Moomintrolls will tell you.
This time last year Iwas writing this blog tucked away in my own miniscule corner of cyberspace. At that time I had yet to meet Patois, Nicole, the Sheriff or Pilgrim. And Dizzy, Iolo, Cherub and Pippa had not yet started blogging. Very glad you guys drop by btw.
x


For other thoughts on Then and Now check Sunday Scribblings

Friday Five

1. Tell us something you love:
The cashmere, silk and merino blend by Winghams that is currently in my stash. A fat white glossy cloud that I love looking at so much that I cannot bear to spin it.

2. Tell us something you know to be true:
You are braver than you think

3. Tell us about someone new in your life:
I have not met anyone new that has become important to me for sometime. (Unless you count my ebony circs.)

4. Who can you never please?
When it comes to creative things I am very rarely pleased with what I have made/written/done

5. Friday fill-in:
You know I ___.
"I live in the clouds, reality is not for me...I shall stay up here, the view is quite breathtaking"
Andre Jordan

Help please

1.Viola silk lace

2 Lilac silk lace

3. Guava Silk lace

4.Blush silk lace

I have had some fabulous Lantern Moon ebony circular knitting needles from V for Christmas, they are beyond stunning and I want some equally stunning yarn to put on them for a shawl. (Probably an icarus as I have yet to find a yarn that I really want for this project)

I have Christmas money burning a hole in my pocket and I know that it is going to be spent at Sundara Yarn. But and here's the thing, what colour?

I think I'll take a vote or something. Click below to give an opinion. Don't worry it is quite safe.
I think it is quite funky really.

What colour yarn to choose?
	Viola
	Lilac
	Guava
	Blush
Free polls from Pollhost.com

One Deep Breath- Giving

over and over
I give myself. I get lost,
sometimes, from giving.

but

sunrise in their smiles
as they look at me. Mummy,
I love you so much

for more on giving check out ODB here

Is vaguely inebriated blogging allowed? I made the vodka martini's a little too strong I think. Still can't be too bad... I can still spell, punctuate and write haiku. Oooh, hark at her!

A Christmas Meme

All done for another year. The turkey is picked over for curry tomorrow, the dishes are done, the kids are whacked and are chilling out in front of the TV with Percy the Park Keeper Christmas Special dvd. (I love Percy, the illustrations are just perfect.) V has taken his mum to see his dad in hospital, FIL is out of danger now we believe but it was touch and go for a bit there.
I am sitting down for the first time today. Thought I'd surf for some snazzy lace weight to go with my new ebony circs! (so chuffed with them, must be the star pressie really) and I had a quick whisk around the favourite blogs - don't expect many to post on Christmas day but some have taken a breather from turkey and tinsel to post something. Saw this on Patois blog and thought I'd swipe it in lieu of something to say really.
Hope you are all having a great time!

“When people say ‘Christmas’ you immediately think…”
holly and carols

“Favourite Christmas memory.”
Daddy coming home out of the blue. We weren't expecting him back until January that year and it was always a tough time for my mum when he was away over Christmas. But that Christmas eve he wangled some leave and arrived on the doorstep in the snow bearing all sorts of beautiful present from far away. Spices and perfume for my mother, aquamarines for my sister. I cannot remember what he brought for me mainly because I was so shocked he was there - like magic.

“Favourite Christmas song/carol.”
"I believe in Father Christmas" by Greg Lake. Favourite carol is "In the bleak midwinter" sung by Bert Jansch or "The Holly and the Ivy" sung by The Medieval Babes

“Favourite Christmas movie.”
I like a bit of Bond at Christmas. Its tradition really. We'll be watching Casino Royale when V gets back with a vodka martini maybe ( I got V a cocktail kit for one of his pressies)

“Favourite Christmas character.”
I like the ghost of Christmas present in A Christmas Carol. But Gonzo as Dickens in the Muppets Christmas Carol is pretty fine too.

“Favourite Christmas ornament/object.”
The white porcelain nativity that I bought the first Christmas after I left home. My first grown up ornament. It hasn't been out since the children were born. I try not to be attached to "stuff" but I would be broken hearted if anything happened to this. So it is kept in safty until they can be trusted not to destroy everything they set their hands on.

“Plans for this Christmas.”
V, me and the kidlings. The MIL over for dinner and relax for the rest of the day. Fun day tomorrow with sister, bro in law and mad nephews, even madder mum and dad over too. Games, walk up the mountain, mulled wine and howling carols in the kitchen doing the dishes as the level goes down on the sherry bottle. It is tremendous fun.

“Is Christmas your favourite holiday?”
Fer sure.

Window in Your Heart

It is continuing to be a peculiarly schitzo chrimbo this year. Never had a Christmas like it. Normally the black dog waits until January to bite me in the arse, but he has been having a good old chew off and on for the last month. So surfing round the favourite blogs this morning I wandered over to Hedgewizard and paddled around a bit in a particularly touching post Window in Your Heart - It is brave but also sorrowful, you have been warned.

But Christmas is a happy time, giving gifts, being with loved ones, watching nostalgic TV. There was the church ceilidh last night which was huge, huge fun. I have so much to be thankful for, really I do. I have more than enough, my family is strong and healthy, there is ample food and drink in the house, the fire is glowing and there is plenty of coal, the presents are sorted even if they have still to be wrapped. So how is it that I am feeling so desperate at the same time? It is rather annoying frankly.

Christmas Eve is my absolute favourite day in the whole year - it is all about potential, the waiting, the excitement. I love it, the "eyes full of tinsel and fire" type stuff. That quiet intense happiness that only happens on Christmas Eve.

This morning I woke up knowing that I had had a wonderful warm comfortable dream. I can't remember anything of it, but I have been yearning for something quite hopelessly for some time. And I know that my mind had somehow manufactured what I had been yearning for and given me the comfort of it even if it was only in my dreams. I have been hanging on to that comfort all morning.
In the words of my favourite Christmas song "I wish you a hopeful Christmas, I wish you a brave new year. All anguish pain and sadness leave your heart and may your road be clear"

I think this post will also do for the "What Christmas Means to Me" meme from Pilgrim. (Can't link 'cos he's still flying under the radar at the mo)

Have a good one friends, see you the other side of the turkey madness!

Look!

Talk about love at first sight - check these out! Glow in the dark knitting needles. So, so pretty.

Limerick - Love at First Sight

I was singing Ms Marcos's blues
When dear V* chose to give me his views
"Its simply not right
this love at first sight"
So he's clearly not met the right shoes


*husband, no more to be said really.

For more about Lurve see MK's blog

Update 21.29 same day
Have read Ul and Lissa's haiku since then and thought them particularly haunting. Thought I'd give it a go

Shrieking freaking pain...
Are you worth it love, really?
A thousand times, yes.

Haiku - A Kind of Beauty

For me there is no beauty like that of winter light, cold and steely or misty and muted. Wales sits well under a winter's sky. Here are three haiku on my favourite times of day: dawn, twilight and midnight. For other haiku on things of beauty check out One Deep Breath here

Frost ferns on the glass
dawn's light paints the pearly sky
the day has begun

Cold silken light. A
robin lifts his solstice song.
Rose kissed clouds linger.

Winters night spits stars
lift to touch the cold white sparks
but my hearth calls me

Simple Christmas Pleasures

Oh my, just sat down with a mug of tea and a Chrimbo snack. I have been shopping at Tescos but too tired to drag the stuff in from the car so it can stay there overnight. The car is as good as a fridge right now, my hands have only just stopped burning, they are just aching now. How they manage in the Yukon I'll never know.
So, hot tea, wensleydale cheese with cranberries on a few butterpuff crackers. Who I ask you can resist a snack called a butterpuff? I can't. There is fresh pineapple and double cream to follow if I can risk the heart burn at this time of night. I deserve it. My pantry is full, my drinks cabinet too. I love Christmas. I love the astonishing array of good things to eat and the treats that are stored up because you have fought like a salmon for well...salmon.

Actually it wasn't that bad in Tescos tonight. I went after work and while it was ticking over it was actually quite a happy atmosphere. People were singing along to the music, wishing utter strangers a happy christmas, everyone was good humoured about being out in the supermarket at gone ten at night. Tomorrow however it will all be changed with a miasma of aggression and stress wafting through the sprouts. I am glad I went tonight. I won't have to go again now until the New Year. And I am quite happy about that, does it show?
Warm milk and baileys now and then to bed. I am a happy bunny tonight.
Nos da cariad.

Thursday - Love is all Around

Angels

December's Crafts

This blog has been a bit quiet on the old crafty stuff of late, but that does not mean that there has been no crafting going on. Indeed, I have been snowed under making stuff for Christmas and here is the thing I am really proud of, it is all from the stash! I haven't bought any wool since oooh October I think.

Here is the stuff I have made for the girls teachers. It is a tiny village school and every single teacher there has some kind of input into my girls. At this time of year there is not really the money to spend on bought gifts for teachers, cos even if you just get them bath salts or choccies it all adds up, but raiding from the stash - well, it's just time then isn't it? I would say that this little heap took me about a week.


Pictured are: Felted scarves- Blue faced Leicester Humbug (brown). Cerise merino with trilobal glitz in parrot. Grey merino with "mardi gras" pencil roving swirls. I was particularly pleased with the way that that turned out, the flame shapes at the edges makes it a particularly flamboyant piece of felt (for a particularly flamboyant, wonderful teacher).
Also present (no pun intended) are two hairbands decorated with pencil roving, they are the spidery things on the right, a crocheted hat in hanspun merino with a mohair picot edging and a crocheted scarf, not handspun but two commercial yarns plied together.

Look at the crimp on that fleece will ya? Lovely, lovely,lovely stuff
(sorry, bit of spinnerese there)

The jewelry was easier as I can knock out about four pairs of earrings in an hour. The floating necklace was a bit of a fiddle, but worth it in the end. It is called a floating necklace because the beads are strung on gut and appear to "float" against the skin.
I made other stuff too, a felted necklace, another crocheted scarf of merino with a jacob fringe and a felt glasses case but I was in a bit of a rush to get them packed so I forgot to take a pic. But that is it for Christmas crafts now. I have to get the house tidy again and wrap the family pressies. Any spinning done from here on in will be purely recreational stress busting stuff. There is some Falkland tucked away in the attic, lovely spongy stuff to spin and makes the best hat yarn in the world. But for now, hoovering awaits.
Have a great day. Ta ta!

Another Christmas Song!

Another favourite. I love Chrissie Hinds voice, not classical, not smooth but full of feeling, pathos even. Listen to the way she sings "I miss you" to get an idea. There is no vid with this one which is a good thing if your 'puter is as asthmatic as mine. Just use the opportunity to visualise the purple sky and snow and a far away loved one in your company if only in your dreams ( different song, I know)

...and a Christmas one!

For the twelve days of Christmas, your true love will send you:

Twelve punk rockers drumming Eleven christmas trees a-twinkling Ten elves a-leaping Nine ladies yodeling Eight cows a-milking Seven rumballs a-drunkening Six Santas a-hohohoing Five golden toe rings Four calling telemarketers Three French chefs bearing escargot Two stale fruit cakes And a chimp in a peach tree

What Will You Get for the 12 Days of Christmas?

Insomnia Again!

Your Personality Is Like Acid

A bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict. One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! At your best: You understand the world completely, and every ordinary experience is sublime. What people like about being around you: You say and do the craziest things. You're very entertaining. What people dislike about being around you: You're unpredictable. Your mood swings are quite intense. How addicted people get to you: They pretty much don't get addicted to you.

A joke, of sorts

This was sent to me by Sharon Aberdare who swears that it is one of her husband's jokes and that she finds it a bit sick. I thought it was hilarious and so I am passing it on. But blame Chris if you don't like it. You'll find him here. He's baaaad (got to say it like that when you are from Aberdare see?) at the moment tho, so take it easy on him okay?

Imagine my joy when getting
the Christmas decorations
out and I found a present I'd
forgot to give the family last year.
Their excited faces were a picture
as they unwrapped it and opened the box...
unfortunately it was a puppy!

and as we are on the subject of fairly outrageous things to say, I thought I would pass on a small excerpt from Pastor's sermon last Sunday. It is Christmas okay? Magi and the stable and all that stuff.

Now in Wales you'd be hard pushed to find three wise men (pause of perfect length for maximum impact) ...or a virgin.

Yes, he is a real pastor, they ordained him and everything.

Limerick prompt - multi tasking

This one was pretty hard to do. Limericks are supposed to be amusing at least, if not out and out funny and it is kind of hard to be amusing about multi tasking, as it is such a massive part of life. So here is my effort anyway. It is not autobiographical - I like the odd cocktail as Dizzy will tell you but so far, and sometimes to my huge surprise, I have stayed away from alcohol dependency. I have other addictions to indulge in. Plus withdrawal's a bitch.

When my life was not in the pink,
I'd the impulse to take to hard drink.
Now something eludes me
and that something includes the
ability to talk and think

...simultaneously.

For other multitasking limericks and haiku check out Mad Kane's Humour blog

Favourite things

Sunday Scribblings - Dance

Our stage is the kitchen, the music starts and away we go. The music carries us and they are away, leaving me free to watch them with my heart in my eyes.
I love to watch my daughters dance. To watch them finding the beat, responding to rhythm and feel. They are sweetly expressive in their unformed grace, bobbing and dipping like little boats on a sea of sound. I am astonished at their beauty.

Then V says "They dance like you" and I see the truth of it. And I don't know what to think - I want them to dance their own dance, to find their own steps but mine is the only dancing they see, how can they not follow? Do they dance because they like to dance or do they dance for my approval? Does it matter if it is both?
They are smiling like sunrise as they dance around me. They are flying. Who cares? Stop worrying Mummy, we are happy.

For more writing on dance check out SS here

The Tree

Off to get the tree now. One of my favourite Christmas things. The smell of pine in the cold air, picking just the right one, bringing it home and finding that it is far too big for my tiny rooms. Smothering it in tinsel and fairy lights and then spending the rest of the evening admiring it and getting high on the woodland smell pervading the house.

Pics later I have tree finding to do and maybe lunch out.
Have a wonderful,happy, fragrant day.

Friday Five

1. What's the last movie you saw?
Stardust - for the second time, yes it is that good.

2. Are you gentle?
Sometimes

3. Do you sleep with your bedroom door shut?
Never

4. What's your middle name?
Aurwen- a Welsh name, it means white gold. Given to me by my father.

5. Friday fill-in:
I could learn to like ___.

Sorry, I have never learned to like anything as far as I know. I either like something or I don't and if I don't then there is no learning otherwise I'm afraid.

One Deep Breath - Yummy

Christmas is a time of good things in the oven as well as all the other good things in store this season. I love food and this haiku is the first of a probable few that I will write on favourite yummy comfort foods of mine. For other yummy haiku check out ODB here

Mulled wine
Cinnamon, orange,
cloves and warm ruby wine fills
my home with Christmas

A Winter's Tale

Yes, I know it is cheesy. It has eighties production too and it is a sad song which I was not going to promote but I was looking up links and there he was. I could not resist. David Essex (along with Timothy Dalton) has been my crush of choice for nigh on thirty years and this was the first single I ever bought... 1982, oh my gosh.

The one legged man...*

Well, we are all busy this season right? But it is fun right? I think I am having fun. You would tell me if I was going nuts wouldn't you? I still have pressies to make and a skit to write for the church ceilidh and carol service on the 23rd.

Here is another question - why is so much Christmas music appallingly sad? Not sad as in pathetic, though there is plenty of that too. I mean sad as in tragic, really "open a vein" sad.
I was wandering around Tesco last night after work and on the pipe came that lovely bunch of ASBO**s, I think it was East 17. Anyway, they were singing Stay Another Day. Jeepers! I was welling up!
I love Mudd and It'll be lonely this Christmas cos of his fine Elvis impersonation and it is a good song to weep into the beer to and David Essex's Winters Tale is a classic, albeit a forgotten one. But I never realised how heartbreaking it must be at Christmas if you have lost someone and then you have to cope with what is almost an unrelenting tide of sad songs. How awful it must be. I have lost a few friends this year and none of them have been easy, but to lose love...

Right! Enough of that! Here is a pic of the chocolate snack we enjoyed whilst out hollying.

It looks rather like the dead of night in the pic. Actually, it was not that dark on the mountain but instead heading towards owl light. I think it looks worse because of the flash, but I am not clever enough to fix it in photoshop.



* In honour of that fabulous saying - "busier than a one legged man in an arse kicking contest"
**Anti Social Behaviour something, I think it is Order. I don't think I am out of line when I say that the young men that sang Stay Another Day looked, to a pimple, like a bunch of car thieves. (oops, somebody give me a hand up to the kind blog waggon that just passed over my head will you?)

Holly gathering

Straight after school, quick change and on with the wellies. The girls and I set off to get holly, pine boughs and ivy to deck our tiny halls with. What with the rain that we have been having the paths were stupidly muddy and the waterfall by us was in full roaring spate. Alas, no pic - next time maybe. Four year old twins and the waterfalls don't go in my opinion.

Off up the back mountain, quite a trek for tiny Lily, but she managed and we got a basket load of bright berries and boughs. With time for a choccie break. It was very cold up there and by the time we had dawdled our way back down the hill, it was getting quite dark, but it was so peaceful up there too. Just the wind and the sheep and the first stars seeing us home.

Poetry prompt - Annoying Advice

Thanks to Patois for the latest poetry prompt from Kane. I don't write limericks as a rule but this took the time very pleasantly. And here is mine, constructed out of annoying advice.

Just relax the midwife told me.
Stop running away from that bee.
There's no use repining,
look for silver linings.
There's plenty more fish in the sea.

Favourite Christmas Song Ever!

New Find

Through Pippa I have found an amazing blog. Wayfaring Wanderer Stunning photography, go and check it out.

Christmas Shopping

Whew! What a nightmare and it has barely started yet. Swansea was heaving, full of people who pushed, shoved, ignored personal space - old women are particularly good at this. I leant into one old space invader in the queue in Marks, really put some weight on her, evil of me I know, but she was a sturdy old bird and didn't budge an inch. So I brought out the big guns. In an act of staggering violence, I turned around and raised my eyebrows at her. She stepped back. Never have met a Brit that can stand in the full glare of a raised brow.
Feeling much better we went to Debenhams and I promptly lost my sister. She could not have disappeared more effectively if she had been kidnapped by aliens. It took me well over half an hour to find her and we could not figure out who was more annoyed with whom, though as the younger sister I naturally took the blame because hey, I'm the youngest right? And if my eyebrows can make an ignorant old biddy take a step back, my darling sister's lifted eyebrows would have made her spontaneously combust. I know my place. I love my sister by the way, she is my absolute hero.
As a particular treat, it was off to the LYS (see, I know the lingo)* to pick up some Y obviously. But while there I succumbed to the lure of some particularly stunning ice blue frosted glass beads...and some bugle beads in mixed colours and some sequins (tacky I know, sue me) and little pink cubes and some frosted plum ovals too. Have I told you I have a serious bead habit, it is worse than wool really because they are so much easier to store ie, keep hidden from V's sight.

So, back home and hide the goodies. My husband is out to the rugby tonight, not an uncommon event in Wales, but my dear V has lived on this earth for over forty years and has never, in my knowledge, gone to a rugby match in any of them. I wonder how he will like it? He'll probably shout himself hoarse, have a whale of a time with Uncle Daisy and probably take another forty years before going again.
What shall I do tonight then? Oh I know...some beading I think.

*
LYS - Local Yarn Store, whough Swansea is only local-ish for me. There is no YS near me' cos I don't count the acrylic nightmares that Shaws in Neath offer us as yarn. I've got nothing against man made fibres, but make them soft for goodness sake.

Friday Five

1. Are you married?
Yup.

2. When do your claws come out?
When scared and/or threatened...or sometimes just for the hell of it.

3. Have you ever been in a car accident?
Yes and dashed inconvinient it was too!

4. Who is the last person you held?
Sleepy Lily who zonked out in the car and had to be carried into the house.

5. Describe a time you've gone overboard:

Going overboard is a regular thing for me. I rarely do anything by halves. So this means if it is yarn, spinning, books or people I give my complete attention and focus. That can be scary at times. But hey, who wants luke warm? Not this bunny.

As another tack (no pun intended) I have never fallen off a boat in my entire life.

Calling Pippa!

My dear girl, when you change the url of your blog, you need to tell people or else they will not be able to find you anymore! Pheonix Song is not there and so I cannot find you, let me know where you are, there's a sweetie.
:D

Chairman's Challenge

Each year in the Guild, the Chairman issues a Christmas challenge to be completed and submitted at the Chistmas meal. We are off to the Butchers arms in Alltwen again - yay! Very good food there with a reassuringly large chef - I like a man who enjoys his work.
Anyway, this year the challenge is Christmas Stocking and with marked lack of originality on the take, I have made a Christmas stocking and filled it with goodies, some of which would be of interest to a spinner! But most of which is of the every woman fondness for choccies, pretties and smellies. I enjoyed making it very much and it whiled away a miserable few hours of insomnia that I could well have done without last night.

Beaded Stars

Filthy weather outside, stuck inside, chores all done (amazingly - just shows how much time I waste on the 'puter). Anyway, I wanted to work on something fiddly but not challenging to the brain, so out with the beads once more.

I had a good lot of pics to put up here and blogger is just not playing. But you can see the method from the above pic.

You just need about 13" of wire, I used 6mm silver plated, but I have used sturdy fuse wire in the past. 20 bugle beads, 10 beads (4mm) these are swarovski crystals and I love them 'cos they sparkle like crazy which is always a good thing, but particularly good at Christmas.
Twist a loop and wrap round, thread the beads according to pattern, bending wire as you go. A little bit of tinkering at the end and you have a star.

After making three, you will be able to make them in your sleep - they are that easy. I love stars. So beautiful.

Phew! I am Back!

Thanks to the truly dis-gusting weather that the Welsh sky is throwing at us our phone lines snapped and we have been out of the loop for twenty four hours. Man! I thought I was going nuts! How do I rely in the internet, let me count the ways...
Anyway I am here now and I am going to check up on you all in a little while. First though I have to upload what I have been doing lately (been quite busy really).

Carers Day in Port Talbot

A rare shot of me spinning

Spinning as occupational therapy for the carers of Neath and Port Talbot. I got there just in time for the speeches but left before the line dancing. So an hour demonstration of spinning lace weight silk, yes I am still on that seascape and I probably will be still until well into 2008. Hang in there folks, I'll have a shawl to show for it to wear to Rose's wedding maybe.

From there straight to my new job. Yes, I am a working girl now, a kept woman no longer. I am a receptionist so I can officially tell people where to go. And then to a late gathering at Birdies to discuss arrangements for the church's Chistmas party. We are actually having a ceilidh! Such fun! And wisely or no I am in charge of the mulled wine. It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...

Today's Project -school play costume

Small Villager

Brown skirt (hand sewn, took ages)
head scarf (ditto)
shawl (crocheted in about an hour - doddle)

and I believe my darling girl has pledged my help in school tomorrow - yay!

Back on Track

Okay, the frivolity of weddings and cocktails is gradually leaching out of the system. I am back to crafty stuff one might say - it is school play costume time. So I am sewing - slowly, very slowly because I do not trust sewing machines (due to witnessing a most disgusting accident in school home economics class) so I am doing everything by hand. What a drag.
Still, we have got Raymond Briggs' Father Christmas on the DVD, which is great fun (grumpy git of a Santa goes on holiday) and soon I am going to get out the cheesy Christmas music that I have stockpiled over the years. There might even be some mince pies in the oven this afternoon. Holiday spirit here I come... and I am not talking single malt here.

For Dizzy

You Are a Strawberry Daiquiri

You're a fun, playful drinker who loves to party. You may get totally wasted, but you're always a happy drunk!

What Mixed Drink Are You?

Okay

I don't know what is happening with the font sizing on the previous post. Blogger is playing silly buggers I think.

Sunday Scribblings - Walk

I love this song, written I think by Mr Hendrix, but I'm not certain about that. Anyway it was covered by The Corrs and was the first thing that sprung to my mind when I thought about walk, which is the prompt for Sunday Scribblings. There is something dreamlike about this song, childlike too in a way, but I also happen to think it is one of the sexiest songs I've heard. "Take anything you want from me" - an inspired line if ever there was one.

I rarely use other peoples words for S S but hey, it is late and I have no words of my own that fit tonight.
Nos da cariad.

"Little Wing"

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me, free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Now she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairytales
All she ever thinks about is riding with the wind...

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free
It's alright, it's alright' she says
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Fly Little Wing... Yeah, Yeah...

[Guitar solo]

Fly Little Wing...
I want her to fly

Advent Wedding!

The Gorgeous Bride...
(one of the most gentle, giving and just generally amazing women I have ever met btw)

The Fortunate Groom

(who looked so tasty in his evening dress he inspired all the male guests to turn up at the evening do in Bond costume too.)

Signing the Register

A wedding is good at any time of the year, but a Chistmastide wedding...that's romantic.
A loved one once described advent to me as a time of yearning. It is indeed a time where the church prepares for the return of the Bridegroom and, face it, the party of the Universe. There is something about a wedding that anticipates that huge party to be...I hope there are cocktails.