Thursday, 4 February 2016
Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens . . .
These are a few of my favourite things . . .
My mum's Hot Milk Cake. It was my favourite when I was a child. It is my favourite now. She used to split it in half through the middle and fill it with jam. I still adore it filled with jam. I have not made one in a long time. I don't need to be eating cake.
Pretty hats. I don't wear a hat . . . ever . . . because I guess I don't look good in them and I hate hat hair, but I do love to see pretty hats. I wish I did like wearing them. But then again . . . there are not a lot of places and occasions to wear a hat these days, except maybe for a sun hat in the summer and a winter hat in the winter.
The sounds, smells, sights of autumn. I love the sound of dry leaves skittering across the pavement . . . the smell of burning leaves . . . the changing colours of the trees, that feeling in the air. It changes. It's a subtle change, but it changes all the same. I think of all the seasons, autumn is my favourite one of all.
Vintage Valentines. I used to love Valentines Day when I was a child. My mother would buy each one of us a book of cut out Valentines each year. What fun we had cutting them out and then deciding which valentine would go to which friend. The prettiest one always went to your best friend, and of course there was the special ones for teachers. Gluing the envelopes together and sticking on those little cut out stamps. A lot of preparation went into getting these Valentines ready to give out. Much more fun than buying the fancy already cut out ones.
I love paper. Scrapbook paper. Writing paper. Wrapping paper. Art paper. Origami paper. Tissue paper. Velum. I just love paper of any kind and when I find one I really like, I hate to use it. I hoard paper.
Botanical Prints . . . be they fashion, or flowers, insects, bees . . . fruits or vegetables . . . whatever. I just adore Botanical Prints. When I worked at the Manor, one of the girls' bedrooms had framed French Fashion Botanicals (if that is what they are called) on the walls. The other girls' bedroom had Botanical flower prints framed and hanging. Both were lovely.
Old Black and White Photos. I find myself wondering about the people in them . . . the lives that they led, the stories they could tell . . . everyone has a story. This fascinates me.
The Waltons . . . we have the whole series and all of the movies that were made afterwards, on DVD. We often watch them. I just love this show. It never gets old and it always makes me feel happy watching it. I wanted a Walton's family. Didn't everyone? They did not have much in the way of material things, but they had an abundance of the things in life which really matter.
Little boys. I love little boys. They are so interesting. They make me smile. With all their ways. There is a whole family of little boys at our church. I love to watch them. I could watch them for hours.
Old black and white films . . . with their singing and dancing . . . the innocence of them. No cursing and swearing. No gratuitious sex and violence. Simple plots. Oh, I enjoy modern films as well, especially historical dramas, but I do love the old black and whites.
Pies. Sweet or savoury. Fruit or cream. Nut pies. Meat pies. Pies topped with meringue. Pies topped with cream. If it's a pie I am loving it . . . with the exception of Star Gazy Pie.
I won't ever be eating that. And I was sent some bars made with cricket flour. I won't be eating those either. The thought of eating insects and knowing I am eating insects? Cannot get past the gag factor. Could you?
A thought to carry with you through today . . .
The grand essentials of happiness are:
Something to do, something to love,
something to give, and something to
Cooking in The English Kitchen today . . . a healthy and delicious Vegetable Curry.
May your Thursday be filled with light and love! Don't forget!
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And I do too!