Friday Diary: Memories, Gratitude & a Liebster Award! by daintydora

Liebster Award I like to blog, and I like to save and share things, and I have a good memory.

And I feel GRATITUDE, all the time, for the wonderful people in my life; guiding stars, family, friends, my online community.

So when all of these things come together, it makes for a very special day.

Imagine my delight then when I found out last week that my bloggy friend Michelle from That Summer Feeling had nominated me for a Liebster Award, a blogging award passed from one blogger to another, recognising a job well done.
When I read the beautiful words that Michelle had used to describe me, I was truly touched. It was so out of the blue and unexpected.

So now I'm going to answer the questions that Michelle has posed for me when she passed on this award:

1. What was your first job?

From the age of 13, I had a Saturday job cleaning chalets at a timeshare resort near where I lived. It was really hard work sometimes, especially if the people who'd been staying had brought a dog. Eurgh. Dog hair everywhere. Other times it was pretty easy. Each chalet was kitted out with satellite TV and it was like having your own little house for a day.

2. What is your favourite book and why (yes just one)?

Such a tough question. There are so many books that I love, but only a few that have truly touched me. I remember reading Wild Swans by Jung Chang when I was at university. It's a true story that spans three generations of women - grandmother, mother, daughter - during the Cultural Revolution in China. The scene below is so powerful because there was a time in my life when I didn't see my mother for two years, and so it really resonated with me:

My mother walked half an hour with me to the roadside and we sat down in the high grass to wait. The sweep of the landscape undulated with the gentle waves of the thick cogon grass. The sun was already bright and warm.

My mother hugged me, her whole body seeming to say that she did not want to let me go, that she was afraid she would never see me again. At the time, we did not know whether her camp and my commune would ever come to an end.

We had been told we would be there for life. There were hundreds of reasons why we might die before we saw each other again. My mother's sadness infected me, and I thought of my grandmother dying before I was able to get back from Ningnan.

The sun rose higher and higher. There was no trace of my truck. As the large rings of smoke that had been pouring out of the chimney of her camp in the distance thinned down, my mother was seized by regret that she had not been able to give me the New Year's breakfast. She insisted on going back to get some for me.

While she was away the truck came. I looked toward the camp and saw her running toward me, the white-golden grass surging around her blue scarf. In her right hand she carried a big colorful enamel bowl. She was running with the kind of carefulness that told me she did not want the soup with the dumplings to spill. She was still a good way off, and I could see she would not reach me for another twenty minutes or so. I did not feel I could ask the driver to wait that long, as he was already doing me a big favor.

I clambered onto the back of the truck. I could see my mother still running toward me in the distance. But she no longer seemed to be carrying the bowl.

Years later, she told me the bowl had fallen from her hand when she saw me climbing onto the truck. But she still ran to the spot where we had been sitting, just to make sure I had really gone, although it could not have been anyone else getting onto the truck. There was not a single person around in that vast yellow ness For the next few days she walked around the camp as though in a trance, feeling blank and lost.

Sorry that was so sad!

3. What makes your heart sing?

Love, music, bright days, losing myself in 'creative flow', ideas, dreams, big cups of tea!

A cup of tea with me!

4. What do you think is your best quality?

I think it would be empathy. I can empathise to the point of tears. This is developing into a bit of a theme, but I think it's good to be able to recognise, understand and empathise with others and the problems or issues they face. It's a great leveler. It keeps us rooted in reality.

5. If you could meet anyone and ask them one question, who would it be and what would the question be?

I think if I had the chance, I'd ask my Nana (who passed away when I was 13), what it was like for her growing up in South Africa. I'd love to listen to her stories again now, as an adult.

6. Have you ever been locked in somewhere, for example-I got locked in a shopping centre toilet. If so where was it and how did you get out?

I was temporarily 'trapped' in the ladies toilet once. It was at Hampden Park Football Stadium. I'd never been before and just wanted to wash my hands, so I hadn't even used the toilet. I didn't realise you came in one door and out from another door, which was on the opposite side of the room. It was quite a big space. I scrabbled for ages at the door I'd come in through, hoping someone else would come in and rescue me. They didn't. Eventually I called for help on my phone and it was all over the tannoy system that I was 'trapped' in the toilet, when in reality, I just needed to walk across to the exit. Not a great experience!

7. Do you have a pet(s). What did you name them and why?

The birds are my pets these days, but when I was younger I kept rabbits and guinea pigs and gerbils, and my Mum had cats. I was very predictable and called my rabbits: snowy, smokey and sooty. They were white, grey and black... My gerbils were called Salt and Pepper. One was white and the other was, peppery... My only excuse is that I got them when I was about 10 years old.

8. Who is your idol?

This is a bit of a cop out, but my idol - my idols - are strong women everywhere, confident, passionate, adventurous women, doing the things that they love and being proud of their achievements.

9. Flake or Twirl?

I want to say Flake, but it's just too...flaky. So it's a Twirl. And remember those 'Secrets' bars? I loved them, but I think it's because they didn't last long so it was a case of wanting something I couldn't have, or perhaps remembering it better than it was?

10. What is your best summer memory?

I like summer, but it isn't my favourite season. I do love the long, light nights, the bright sunsets, the warmth, the abundance of flowers and plants and their scents, and how everything just seems so possible. I think the summer memory that most sticks in my mind is when I moved from a rural village in the Highlands of Scotland to Glasgow, when I was 16. I remember it as an endless summer of sunshine despite all the things that were going on in my life. It was definitely my 'coming of age' summer.

Camellias in the garden

Summer Sunset

Those questions really made me think. Thanks again, Michelle!

I’m going to pay it forward now and nominate the following super-inspiring and unique bloggers for their very own Liebster Award:

Leaf and Petal: Karen is "an artsy crafter, vintage lover, button freak, gardener, reader, writer, chihuahua tamer, kid wrangler and beach dweller". It's such a fabulous description, I couldn't resist stealing it from her site! We have a lot of shared interests, and her blog and her style never fail to inspire me.

Mama Nourish: Lila is a certified food & wellness coach who writes beautiful, insightful articles and recipes on nourishing the body, family and spirit. I'm currently addicted to her A-Z of Happy and Healthy.

One thing at a Time: Tracey is a fellow crafter and multitasker who has recently returned from a 6-month world trip. I just know she will have some amazing stories to tell, and I love the premise of her blog: 'sharing the different creative outlets that are inspiring', and taking it one thing at a time.

Rare Pear Studio: Shani is indeed a 'rare pear'. Her artwork and photography take me to mystical lands. She is a talented painter, artist and creative force who forages, draws, collects, and inspires in abundance.

Sew Crafty Goodness: Deb blogs about crafts, DIY projects, healthy recipes, lifestyle goodness, design inspiration. I love her latest Snail Mail project!

Ladies, here's the questions I'd like you to answer:
  1. What, if anything, do you collect?
  2. What would be your 'auspicious symbol' in life?
  3. What is your favourite bird, and why?
  4. Tea or coffee?
  5. What's your favourite season?
  6. Do you dream in colour or not; do you remember your dreams?
  7. What is your favourite book and why (yes just one)?
  8. What makes your heart sing?
  9. What do you think is your best quality?
  10. Do you believe in synchronicity/fate, and if yes, share your favourite example?

Enjoy your well-deserved Liebster Awards, and I look forward to reading your answers, if you accept the challenge... x



7 days of GRATITUDE by daintydora

I feel grateful all the time for so many things. Truly.

A few months back I started keeping a 'Gratitude Journal' so that I could write down all the wonderful things in my life that I appreciate, and describe the reasons why. Things like: eyes to see and skin to feel and a mind to think.

And I know that many people are going through bad things all the time. Now. Tragedies, war, famine, flood, fire, loss, devastation, disappointment. So I think the recent Facebook challenge of tagging friends and asking them to list 3 things they are grateful for each day for a week has cropped up as a way to counteract all the terrible things and injustices (thanks Magenta Wise for tagging me!)

And it can work. It can. Though it can't stop the tragedies unfortunately. Not yet.

I'm a believer in The Secret by Rhonda Byrne, and as a subscriber to the weekly newsletter, a few months ago I received some special insights from the book, the first of which was about 'Counting your Blessings' (simple gratitude by another name.)

The premise of The Secret is in magnetising and manifesting positivity in life by tuning into the frequency of happiness, joy and fulfilment NOW, bringing good things about for yourself and others by the power of positive thoughts, actions and beliefs.

And I get it. And I believe. And so I thought I would focus on a whole week of gratitude and thankfulness and 'counting my blessings' to share with everyone else who is taking this challenge.

Usually I would write 10 things for each day that I write in my gratitude journal (though I don't manage to write it every day), but instead here is a week of 3x7 = 21 things that I am so wonderfully grateful for:


  1. Being alive and free and living life to the full.
  2. The changing of the seasons - bright days, misty mornings, coldness creeping in...basically the arrival of AUTUMN.
  3. Love, of all kinds, in my life and in my heart.
  4. My creative mind. Creative ideas. Living the creative life.
  5. Fresh flowers in a vase. Bright. Happy. Cheerful.
  6. Fallen leaves all over the pavements. Such beautiful colours and shapes.
  7. Birds singing in the trees outside my window. Calming. Charming.
  8. The kindness of strangers.
  9. Forgiveness - from and for others.
  10. The unfathomable experience of dreaming in my sleep and the places my dreams take me.
  11. Family and a sense of belonging.
  12. Friends and feeling like I've found my 'tribe' (Pipsters, this one is for you!)
  13. The gentle and calming act of preparing a meal for someone (and being appreciated for it.)
  14. Scent: freshly cut grass, my favourite perfume, bread baking in the oven.
  15. Laughter.
  16. The sensation of slipping into a hot, relaxing bath.
  17. Books. The touch and feel of books. And the revealing of their knowledge contained inside.
  18. The ability to think and decide and plan (or not!)
  19. Photography. Viewing things through a lense. Art filters. The alchemy of analogue.
  20. Warmth and cosiness at home as the nights draw in. Blankets. Candles.
  21. The sun on my face in the morning.


It was so easy to write this list because as I already said, there are so many things to be grateful for in this life. It's a nice ritual to appreciate the good and great things as they happen and as you go along. It also helps to remember what they were or identify them in the first place.

And although it might sound new-agey or strange, I believe in the power of fate and timing and synchronicity and The Secret.

Let's all make sure we are grateful for the things we love and cherish in our life. Simple things. Happy things. Big things. Small things. It costs nothing to be grateful.