I am relinquishing the Sunday Music slot, and handing it back to Mr Mags. I think he has learnt his lesson, and from this point onwards I am sure he will take his duties seriously. Plus, I have noted that people miss having Sunday Music on a Tuesday, it confuses them for it to always be on a Sunday.
And with the word ‘last’ still reverberating in our ears, I bring you this little ditty, which I dedicate to Mr Lax
Goodbye my sweet friend.
I am feeling very blah. I do have a proper post written for today, it is languishing in my ‘drafts’ file, but due to my overwhelming feeling of blah, that is where it is staying. Drafting stuff doesn’t seem to work for me, it loses its immediacy.
It is raining. Again. Hence the blah. I keep being sent emails from clothing stores imploring me to Stock up for Summer! They include pictures of T-shirts, shorts, swimwear, sunglasses, etc, but no raincoats or rain hoods. It seems that last year’s glorious weather has wiped the typical British Summer from our collective memory. I will not be stocking up. I will be saving instead for a good coat, which I can at least wear for 8 months of the year.
So, with this in mind, here is a tune…..
And this version might even cheer me up!
There has been much chatter across the blogs in the past week about having some sort of celebration of cartography. Mr Devine started it HERE. WE ALL WANT TO MAKE MAPS NOW. Especially Dinah. And me. My proposition is that during the month of July, those of us who are interested, make some sort of map. And it can be about anything – gardens; groynes; coastal erosion; a personal, yet musical journey from 1978 to 1983; how a local bakery displays its cakes; a map of your progress through 24hrs [especially if you stay indoors]; or a chart of the best way through your local supermarket. Think big, think small. Post every day about maps, or post just once, it doesn’t matter, think of it as ‘show and tell’. Oh, and it can be physical, or digital – anything goes!
In other news: I have opened a shop!!! On this blog!! Yes, please feel free to give me money, and in return I will give you a piece of nice water colour paper with more bits of paper stuck on it. But, please don’t all rush at once as the shop isn’t well stocked, but I do hope to fill it with more of this sort of thing:-
This is my first interactive collage – made from recycled blog posts and a removable vintage crossword puzzle.
I really think that I have now mastered this marketing malarkey. Charmaine begs to differ.
FINALLY, what you have ALL been waiting for. The Sunday Music…..
Iam under attack from spammers, and receiving over 100 spam comments per hour. Apparently an IP address from the Ukraine has me in their sights and will not leave me alone. Is it because I went all official in my previous post? Did the word ‘crumpet’ lure them to my door? Are they desperate for crumbs? Are they desperate for information regarding the Battle of Hastings and feel cheated when they arrive here to find nothing of the sort? Should I fight them off with Twiglets? I don’t know. I am considering going private to shake them off. If I do, it won’t be for long.
I have also felt under attack from the rain as every time I set foot out of the house I get a good soaking. I AM NOT HAPPY. I mean, isn’t it supposed to be June? I have been lighting the wood burner in the evenings, I know, crazy talk.
Bits of paper have been stuck together, there has been gilding, and there has even been a quick flourish of calligraphy…
Vintage Knocking
Bear Necessities
Paying the bills with a flourish…
And here is my offering for Sunday Music:-
Have a safe and happy week! And stay dry!
Sx
It has come to my attention that Mr Mags is no longer taking the responsibility of hosting Sunday Music seriously. Sometimes Sunday Music turns up on a Monday, or worse, Tuesday. THIS IS JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH. We need consistency. We deserve better. We need to be able to come together at regular intervals to reflect; to think about the week ahead, behind, above, beyond, and last Thursday. Mr Mags is NOT fulfilling is duties as proprietor of the event, so I am staging an intervention. From now on I will be the hostess with tea and crumpet on a Sunday; I will select an appropriate tune; I will say something fitting about the philosophy of baking products, or knitting, or the battle of Hastings. It will all happen HERE. ON A SUNDAY. EVERY SUNDAY.
To begin my reign, I bring you this:-
And now let us reflect, and hope for a peaceful week ahead.
Wonky Words 