Beautiful portraiture
Image from Patricio Suàrez. More here.
Unravelling
This pretty image combines a few things I love: lined paper, small spools of thread, and the colours blue, white and red.
It also illustrates how I am feeling right now to a point, after almost a full day of cleaning downstairs (sans stepladder in case you’re wondering). Nothing a bath and some soy milk chocolate won’t fix. Ha!
Handy kids – not
‘Most Australian kids are pretty handy. There’s something about French children that makes them not know which is the right end of a screwdriver.’
Christian
Paris public transport
If you’re in Paris (or are going to be) before October 4th, you might like to go to the photographic exhibition organised by the RATP (‘Régie Autonome des Transports Parisiens’ or ‘Autonomous Operator of Parisian Transports’). It’s a great opportunity to go back 60 years and see some gorgeous old Paris shots, non?
For a laugh you might also like to know most people in Paris joke RATP stands for ‘Rentre Avec Tes Pieds’ (Go Home with Your Feet), given its low service records and high frequency of strikes.
See more photos here.
Ouchy
I am not comfortable with heights – any height – which makes using a step ladder a small accomplishment each time (yay!).
While doing some cleaning in our old apartment this morning, I climbed all the steps to reach something particularly high – ‘I can do it’ I thought, ‘I’m fine, watch me go!’.
Except, when time came to go back down, in a grandiose cartoonish display of clumsy, I fell. Time slowed down enough for me to try (and fail) to grab on to something, so I crashed to the carpeted floor on my left side with my legs throwing themselves up above my head. Stylish.
I’m feeling ouchy and sorry for myself, but strangely proud I fell about 1 metre and didn’t break anything (and didn’t cry – that’s right). But it’s Christian going up the step ladder from now on.
My bobby pins resolution
Today I am 30 years and 2 months old. I don’t make resolutions normally but 2 months ago, I did: stop living by unkind rules, limitations, judgements and rejections I had placed on myself.
I am trying: my vampire-pale skin, my small blue veins on my legs, my various bits that aren’t the right shape or size – I am trying to love it all. And just as I try, today I read that Anne-Solange is trying too. She describes in the most poetic and gentle way the usually ignored weight of our own dislikes, and the joy experienced when they fly off. It’s a gem of a story, which every girl should read. And remember to try to love it all.
Image from the beautiful ‘we make words‘
Late night treat
Because it’s been a really long day (filled with hard work, errands and more cleaning) we are making banana pancakes at 9:21 pm.
More map inspiration
Another potential idea for where to put my Michelin France map.
Image from Pia again!
Oats à la Jeremy
I met Jeremy through my beautiful friend Jen (who likes straws, remember?), and on top of being a lovely guy and a snappy dresser he gave me this amazing trick to make oats.
This is what I learnt:
*Soak the oats first (I use rice or soy milk, I can’t stand oats made with water)
*Simmer the oats without EVER bringing to the boil (I think he mentioned half an hour – I personally can’t wait that long).
*Turn off the flame, leave them to rest (for as long as you can stand to wait).
*Turn the flame back on, simmer again. You might need to add more milk at this point if the oats have solidified a bit.
My life (and breakfasts, or lunches as is the case today) will never be the same again.
Thank you so much Jeremy!
Image is from here.
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