I have actually been unbelievably (and unforgivably… probably) rubbish at blogging of late so after a day spent priming and undercoating bargain furniture that I picked up at the community furniture store last week and crouching on the floor with a scalpel for the last hour cutting out funky magazine pictures in preparation of decoupaging said items, I decided that my paint-splashed hands could do with a bit of a bash on the keyboard and I have decided to talk awards!
You see, I’ve spent the last few days playing a bit of blog-catch-up and reading Hot Cross Mum's blog reminded me that I have never graciously accepted or acknowledged the wonderful award passed to me … oooooo, about two months ago (EEEK! Where does time go? Sorry Hazel!) So, thank you Hot Cross Mum for the lovely award, which I accept with a slight blush, as really I don’t think I deserve such an accolade due to my poor blogging in recent weeks. But be assured that I am wearing my taffeta finery (please ignore the paint splodges) supping champers and saying I heartfelt thank you!
I’m not sure what the seven things are I’m supposed to talk about as I think it kind of got changed along the way, so I have chosen to list seven things about me and books and suggest that all those I pass on this lovely award to, amend to suit their own particular mood ;-)
1. My favourite book is The Clown of God, by Paola De Tomie
2. I’m not religious but my parents bought me the above book when I was tiny and must have read it to me about a million times.
3. The best book-related thing that has happened to me lately was when I sat on the floor outside my daughter’s bedroom listening to my dad read the above story for the first time in probably 25 years… to my daughter. It brought a tear to my eye.
4. Whenever I go to flea markets I always gravitate to the books. If I spy a pretty one (small leather-bound books with gold writing are a favourite) I flick straight to the inside cover and if I find a name and date penned inside I immediately feel compelled to buy. I have this weird thing that as the book was cherished so much it is my duty to rescue and continue to care for it … I also like to imagine who the owner was.
5. I write my name in most of the books I own so that hopefully one day someone will do the same for me.
6. When I move house (I have moved A LOT over the years) the first thing I do is put some books out. They make me feel safe and calm.
7. Books remain my most loyal companion; where people have failed me, the words of my favourite writers never do.
I would now like to pass this award on to three of my favourite blogs:
Art of Rustic
Meg writes about her life on a beautiful farm in the rolling Appalachian foothills. We have been comment-box friends for 18 months and I can say that undoubtedly she is an all-round ‘good egg’. Her posts always give me a few moments escape (I save them up to enjoy with a cuppa!)
Spancracker
Hilarious observations from another Alice and actually one of my ‘real life’ friends (by that I mean someone who knows me not just from the blogging sphere) … a lot of the time she makes me snort and snigger out loud. Thank god I am no longer sneaking a peak at her blog whilst working in a quiet office ;-)
A House Called Nut
Ahhhh, Michele. Oh how I love your blog! From London living to a pretty yellow cottage in the backwoods of Finland. Michele blogs about foraging, cooking, writing, crafting and her husband, Janne, takes simply stunning photographs.
