Blogs of Note to be Noted

Every now and again I peruse the Blogger 'Blogs of Note' list and to be perfickly honest generally don't find the selection that intriguing. But today, that changed.

On a whim I clicked open the 'Blogs of Note' section and skimmed the list. I came across this little beauty of a blog and felt it must be shared.

"Mustaches of the Nineteenth Century"

I highly recommend it for moustache fascination, wonder and awe. Plus the witty comments put the extra whiskers in each one for me.

Enjoy!

Moustache: British spelling

Mustache: US Spelling

Pugsitting

As previously blogged my sister went to Glastonbury last week with a big bunch of mates, asking me and The Big One to look after her little pug, Elvis, in her absence.

He's revealed himself to be quite a character!

'Elvis will be leaving the building' tomorrow when she returns and I shall miss the little piglet and his happy waggy tail greetings.

"The reason a dog has so many friends is that he wags his tail instead of his tongue."
- Anonymous

Let Them Eat Cake

Last weekend I helped my friend The Roving Chef, sell her delicious wares at The Paradise Gardens Festival* in Victoria Park.

She had slaved away baking every type of cake you could wish for; Banana, Carrot (with cream cheese icing), Malt Loaf, Ginger, Lemon Drizzle, Apple, Chocolate, Coffee and Walnut, Victoria, Brownies and Red Velvet cupcakes!

Over the 2 day festival we sold soooo much cake! Luckily they was a bit left over for me and The Big One to take home, result!

* This was the only kind of festival I like, the non camping kind!

You can contact Hayley for delicious cakes and personalised cookery classes via her website (link above).

"A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes that he has got the biggest piece."

- Paul Gaugin

My New Manor

So my posts have been a bit slow in the publishing recently and this has been due to the wealth of local social life, cider (Perry is a new love), pubs and restaurants in the area which The Big One and I have moved to.

We have moved to Walthamstow Village and we both absolutely LOVE it! We have lots of local friends, loads of places to meet and the weather has been divine!

Here's my week to date as a new Wally Village Resident -

Monday: Local Pub Quiz and Curry at The Castle with my friend J-Row (he specified the blog name), he managed to persuade 3 of the locals (and last week's winners) to let us join their team and we WON! 

All 3 guys were really friendly and welcoming and it turned out one was a founding member of the local residents association, responsible for all the pretty planters, community garden and hanging baskets which make the village look that extra bit gorgeous. He explained to me that they arrange community gardening every Saturday and that Walthamstow was now a 'Britain in Bloom' contender due to their efforts.

One of the many local pubs above and below the delicious tapas restaurant

Tuesday: Slept in for the first time in weeks, tidied the flat and then The Big One and I walked to the local market to stock up on loads of fresh fruit and veg which we then cooked up in various ways for a lovely lunch.

Wednesday: Strolled to yet another local pub (see pic below) in the evening to meet friends who are now new neighbours, we sat outside, drank Perry and talked about village life, pets and their recent wedding til closing. Just divine.

another local cider source...

Thursday: After rehearsals headed to The Castle's beer garden with some mates for a night of local food, laughing, talking and yet more cider!

Friday: I took a couple of strolls in and around the village as I am 'pugsitting' and discovered an astro-turf, lots of pretty planters and a lots of beautiful village lanes.

I heart village life!

"The sun does not forget a village just because it is small"
- African Proverb

Sharing the Love....

Thanks to HawkandFallow I was watching and singing and dancing to this again recently. So I thought I'd share the love. I'm looking forward to her new album having had her last one Metropolis: The Chase Suite for a while now.

Retro-Fabulous!

In the Spirit of Festival Season

I am not a festival loving kinda gal.

I like a private shower, I like walls, heating, electricity and floors  - in short I'm a hotel kinda gal.

I have been to festivals, loads, probably too many as a child. You name a folk festival and I'll describe the tie-dyed outfit I was wearing and the clogging workshop I was being made to attend.

However it is Festival season, I am dogsitting my sister's pug, Elvis, while she attends the mud bath that is Glastonbury. She is beside herself with excitement. So much so that I started to consider the positives of festival living.

I do like the outfits - the freedom people feel to wear whatever you feel like -  maybe boho, fairy or even better a pirate.

But to be perfectly honest I dress like this in my normal housed life...I don't often choose to channel a fairy but instead a sailor/pirate/lady-who-lunches/white rabbit.

I do like a good wellie. There are not many opportunities outside of festivals to wear wellies, well not when you live, as I do, in London. Chunky knee high socks, denim cut offs and wellies. Lovely!

So in the spirit of embracing the enthusiasm for festival season I bring you the best wellies I could find.

"The (wo)man with the boots, does not mind where (s)he places her foot."
- Irish Proverb