Yesterday you might have caught my Guest Author post on The Story Reading Ape’s blog here. I hope you enjoyed it. But you’ve heard the adage, haven’t you – that a picture is worth a thousand words?
So I thought I’d follow with a few telltale snapshots – all taken on a little wander around my home this morning. A caveat – I’m not a photographer and iPads don’t take the best pictures, especially indoors and close up, so apologies for the quality.
Let’s start in the office. This is where it all happens – the writing, the work, the Google-enabled procrastination. Long ago I treated myself to a full-size office desk and I’m glad I did, because a succession of desktop PC’s has claimed precious square-footage. But when this Dell behemoth expires, I’m going to reclaim the space. Those guys at Apple know how to squeeze a lot into a very small space, so I’ll be off to buy a MacBook Air.
A relic. It took me 30 years to amass this collection of CD’s now rendered obsolete by Apple and its profusion of listening devices. But I can’t bear to throw them away. I’m an old-fashioned girl and physical product still has the edge over ‘in the cloud’. The observant amongst you will notice that yes, they are in alphabetical order. So shoot me. But forgive those nine Simply Red CD’s. I know I’m not the only person who had a Mick Hucknall habit in the 80’s.
This is not an instrument of torture. It’s a Pilates Reformer – a really neat design which in this photograph is retracted to around half its original length, upended and tidied away. It’s normally around 8 feet long and flat on the floor. The guest who slept in my spare/Pilates room, and was the reason for it having to be tidied away for a few days, departed over two weeks ago. I love Pilates, but I’m sometimes not very good at practicing every day, as I know I should.
The contents of someone’s fridge can be telling. In mine, leftover Chinese takeaway and home-grown alfalfa sprouts; smoked salmon pate from Ocado and meat salad from Lidl; an overabundance of cheese, yoghurt and full-fat butter, salad vegetables and olives. So I’m a girl of contrasts.
On my mantelpiece, two burned-and-turned wood vases which I bought from the artist a few years ago during a period of rampant Art/Craft Fair shopaholicism. But I love them still. They are fine, fragile, and the colours of autumn.
A different type of craft – I make my own cards, messing around with inks and paper on quiet Sunday afternoons. This cleverly designed carrier holds an assemblage of cutting, poking, slicing and distressing tools – and the now essential pair of close-work glasses.
Talking of crafting, the box on this shelf was one of those naked wooden ones you buy to decorate. This one is covered in paper, distressed then accessorised with die-cut flowers and swirls. Simple enough, but it came out nicely and I was chuffed with it. The books are a miscellany – stories I’ve enjoyed, but which don’t fit my more genre-focused shelves. Actually, I didn’t like The Hunger Games. At all.
This is a segment of a picture called ‘Swinging Sax’ by Thomas Wiesenberger. I couldn’t stand far enough back to shoot the whole thing without a mass of reflection on the glass. It’s just a poster, but I had it framed when I bought it in 1990. It’s been on my wall in 3 homes since then. Last week I had it reframed with a new mount. It’s given this old favourite a facelift.
A last shot, out into the garden. I like my pots but they got a bit sad over the winter months. I’m tidying up, bit by bit at the weekends. One acer thrives, the other is decidedly poorly and there’s a monstrous thistle and a load of sprouty stems at the base of the dogwood on the flowerbed. That’s this weekend’s job. The smaller potty snail seems to have lost one of his tentacles. I couldn’t find it. It’s somewhere out there in a sea of stones.
I can’t wait for the days to arrive, when the sun comes out and the garden can become my office for a few weeks.