week in the life, days 3 & 4
Mar. 7th, 2013 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
louiseluxIt got late too quickly yesterday and I had to slope off to bed instead of posting, so here's two days worth of pics.
Wednesday
Up in the mornin' and on my sewing machine fiddling with new ways to make garlands. This one didn't really work
And then I spent most of the day getting a wholesale order ready. Packaging it seems to take as long as making, sometimes.
Off to drop off the order. Round the corner from me on Baker Street is the building where Fox Talbot set up one of the very first photographic printers. The three-story narrow building is looking quite battered, but the plaque is quite handsome:
At my wholesaler's, in the stockroom, I feel like I'm being watched:
Dimly lit bedchamber. The little table has water, alarm clock, kindle, tissues, hair grips.
Thursday
Berry, this is the breton striped dress I was telling you about:
I spent all of lunchtime on the phone to solicitors and estate agents. Some progress has been made, and we now know why everything is going so slowly. It's far too boring to explain here, but things look a bit more positive. After that I needed to leave the house.
Ooooohooo on a steel horse I riiiide
The Portal to my spiritual home, the Post Office:
A very beautiful tree in the churchyard of St Mary's Butts (shh). It towers over everything and the scale of it, even next to the shops and buildings nearby, takes your breath away.
We make our own fun of an evening:
What I ate at 10pm: two nordicotts (which are apparently the name of a very small clementine?) and some sea salt milk choco. The cup has some mulled wine in it. I made the mulled wine using a mulled wine cordial and the microwave. It tastes completely satisfactory.
Wednesday
Up in the mornin' and on my sewing machine fiddling with new ways to make garlands. This one didn't really work
And then I spent most of the day getting a wholesale order ready. Packaging it seems to take as long as making, sometimes.
Off to drop off the order. Round the corner from me on Baker Street is the building where Fox Talbot set up one of the very first photographic printers. The three-story narrow building is looking quite battered, but the plaque is quite handsome:
At my wholesaler's, in the stockroom, I feel like I'm being watched:
Dimly lit bedchamber. The little table has water, alarm clock, kindle, tissues, hair grips.
Thursday
Berry, this is the breton striped dress I was telling you about:
I spent all of lunchtime on the phone to solicitors and estate agents. Some progress has been made, and we now know why everything is going so slowly. It's far too boring to explain here, but things look a bit more positive. After that I needed to leave the house.
Ooooohooo on a steel horse I riiiide
The Portal to my spiritual home, the Post Office:
A very beautiful tree in the churchyard of St Mary's Butts (shh). It towers over everything and the scale of it, even next to the shops and buildings nearby, takes your breath away.
We make our own fun of an evening:
What I ate at 10pm: two nordicotts (which are apparently the name of a very small clementine?) and some sea salt milk choco. The cup has some mulled wine in it. I made the mulled wine using a mulled wine cordial and the microwave. It tastes completely satisfactory.