Some Trays That I Like


Yes ok, its bit crazy, but sometimes I buy things like pretty trays, just for the joy of it.

I have quite a few, and each has its own story. Some are old, others are older. Some are new and likely made in their thousands, e.g. the Bright Birdy Tray which is from Ikea. It doesn’t matter to me because fun prints make me happy and with enough shelves, trays can be propped up or even hung up, like art.

Yesterday, walking by the window of the British Heart Foundation charity shop, I was stopped in my tracks and compelled to buy a new tray for my collection. I deliberated over it, not because it was expensive (it was in the sale at £1.99 – BARGAIN!), but because I really don’t need another tray.

But it spoke to me with its Bauhaus-esque repeating hearts, its simplicity, and the fact that it was all for charity. I knew, just KNEW, that if I didn’t buy it right then and there, I would go home and think about it and want it and wish I’d bought it and have to write it on my list of things to do to go back and get it.



The Sunshine Effect


So the sun came out today, probably not wearing a hat, but bright and cheering anyway in the cold, harsh early days of January. Normally this is a bleak time, very bleak. But not today.

The glorious brightness of the sunshine made me want to fling the windows open wide, hang washing on the line, feed the birds their summer fayre and wear florals and pale lipstick and my short sleeved jacket. Memories of summer came back to me; birds and bees doing their thing, flowers in bloom and the reassuring warmth beaming down from the sky.

Weird how something so simple, so basic, can have such a profound effect really? And we’re still technically in winter. Obviously its too cold for short sleeved anything, but with gloves, not so bad. And the afternoons are getting longer already; so there’s hope. Definitely hope on the horizon for the warmer weather and the exciting possibilities of Spring.

This time last year it was snow and ice and burst pipes. I’m certain we have some slates off the roof and a slightly unstable chimney thanks to hurricane bawbag and its big ugly brother, but because the sun shined today, I felt bright and vibrant and happy to be alive; wind in my hair, the joy of wearing two scarves (one silky ladylike affair, the other all wool and warmth), my pink converse splatted with paint and peachy-pink blusher like the bloom of a rose.

“A rose is a rose is a rose” as Miss Stein once said. Happy January:)