Pick and mix
Oct. 18th, 2008 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyDespite the Bureau of Meteorology's prediction of a pleasant 25 degrees Celsius, it's just reached 32 and the temperature direction arrow on my little weather station is still pointing up. Who wouldn't want to work for the Bureau of Meteorology? Stick your head out the window to see what the weather's like today, make a guess about tomorrow, then put your feet up for the rest of the day. Now that's a job!
Since it's warm, I thought I'd better pull down the outside blinds, big canvas things that keep the sun off the west-facing windows. There's a special pole to do that: a long stick with a little hook at the end, which always makes me feel like Bo Peep in search of some tiny sheep. Alas, I couldn't see any sheep, tiny or otherwise, in my back garden; I did pass a sleeping cat, though, and it would take very strong person to resist the temptation of hooking her tail with the pole. So that was my fun for the morning.
My mother stopped in to visit on her way to a weekend embroidery workshop. She was wearing purple shoes, orange jeans, an aqua top and her pink glasses with 'diamond' legs. It was, ah, rather bright.
What else? Oh, the magazine that comes with the Saturday paper was interesting today. It has a regular feature in which someone explains the story behind their three favourite possessions; normally something inherited from a grandparent or picked up on their travels or given by a loved one. Today's chap, though, was a dentist, and one of his choices was his set of twelve tooth extraction forceps. I suppose that's better than the drill.
The interior decorating page of the same magazine is normally an inoffensive makeover story; they decorate a room in a particular style, then give tips on how to achieve a similar look yourself should the mood take you. Today's page, though, really, really bugged me. The topic was 'how to do... bachelorette', which got my hackles up straight away because I hate that word. Are we not past making a female word from the male equivalent? Last I heard, we no longer call a female pilot an aviatrix. I'm going to start a political movement aimed at reclaiming the word 'spinster'. Come round and see my new spinster pad... that's got a ring to it.
Apart from calling a single woman's house a 'bachelorette pad', this article bugged me for what it suggested should be in said pad. The room they decorated had bare whitewashed floorboards, bare white walls, a white sofa with white and silver sequinned cushions, a big white urn, a white dining table, six white dining chairs, white curtains and a big windchime made of shells (white). Oh, and a drinks tray. The most boring room ever designed? I think so. And the tips to recreate the mood of it for yourself?
- When you're small on space, compensate by going big on style. Be sure to invest in a top-of-the-line, though infinitely unobtrusive, hi-fi system.
- The bachelorette can have as many fragrant candles as her windowsills, benchtops, mantelpieces and beside tables can accommodate.
- Never have just one bedside table: the whole room will look unbalanced and wrong. Fill the second one with back-up chick-lit and macaroons...
Sigh. What about 'develop an interest and fill your house with related items'? Or 'express a personality beyond a magazine's idea of femininity'?
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bostonbigpic? Today's photos are all about World Animal Day and include a baby turtle, a baby tapir, a baby sloth and a baby rhino. And that made my day.
Since it's warm, I thought I'd better pull down the outside blinds, big canvas things that keep the sun off the west-facing windows. There's a special pole to do that: a long stick with a little hook at the end, which always makes me feel like Bo Peep in search of some tiny sheep. Alas, I couldn't see any sheep, tiny or otherwise, in my back garden; I did pass a sleeping cat, though, and it would take very strong person to resist the temptation of hooking her tail with the pole. So that was my fun for the morning.
My mother stopped in to visit on her way to a weekend embroidery workshop. She was wearing purple shoes, orange jeans, an aqua top and her pink glasses with 'diamond' legs. It was, ah, rather bright.
What else? Oh, the magazine that comes with the Saturday paper was interesting today. It has a regular feature in which someone explains the story behind their three favourite possessions; normally something inherited from a grandparent or picked up on their travels or given by a loved one. Today's chap, though, was a dentist, and one of his choices was his set of twelve tooth extraction forceps. I suppose that's better than the drill.
The interior decorating page of the same magazine is normally an inoffensive makeover story; they decorate a room in a particular style, then give tips on how to achieve a similar look yourself should the mood take you. Today's page, though, really, really bugged me. The topic was 'how to do... bachelorette', which got my hackles up straight away because I hate that word. Are we not past making a female word from the male equivalent? Last I heard, we no longer call a female pilot an aviatrix. I'm going to start a political movement aimed at reclaiming the word 'spinster'. Come round and see my new spinster pad... that's got a ring to it.
Apart from calling a single woman's house a 'bachelorette pad', this article bugged me for what it suggested should be in said pad. The room they decorated had bare whitewashed floorboards, bare white walls, a white sofa with white and silver sequinned cushions, a big white urn, a white dining table, six white dining chairs, white curtains and a big windchime made of shells (white). Oh, and a drinks tray. The most boring room ever designed? I think so. And the tips to recreate the mood of it for yourself?
- When you're small on space, compensate by going big on style. Be sure to invest in a top-of-the-line, though infinitely unobtrusive, hi-fi system.
- The bachelorette can have as many fragrant candles as her windowsills, benchtops, mantelpieces and beside tables can accommodate.
- Never have just one bedside table: the whole room will look unbalanced and wrong. Fill the second one with back-up chick-lit and macaroons...
Sigh. What about 'develop an interest and fill your house with related items'? Or 'express a personality beyond a magazine's idea of femininity'?
Finally, do you read
bostonbigpic? Today's photos are all about World Animal Day and include a baby turtle, a baby tapir, a baby sloth and a baby rhino. And that made my day.