Thematic: Bookish

This afternoon, I opened the curtain in my room to a dreary, frost-bitten, winter sky and wished I could curl up in a chair with a blanket and a book. I headed to work instead, and spent the whole night imagining the perfect little book corner for my future dream house. It would be a corner with a large window and a peaceful view, for sure. It would have to have somewhere to sit comfortably, perhaps an overstuffed, old armchair, or an extra-comfy beanbag, like one of these:

1. Ambient Lounge® Butterfly Sofa in Hot Chocolate; 2. Furniture Runway’s Gigi Bean Bag in Navy, via Hard to Find; 3. La De Dah Kids’ Knitted Fox Bean Bag, via Hard to Find; 4. Moviesac in Charcoal Gray, from Lovesac.

1. Butterfly Sofa in Hot Chocolate, from Ambient Lounge; 2. Furniture Runway’s Gigi Bean Bag in Navy, via Hard to Find; 3. La De Dah Kids’ Knitted Fox Bean Bag, via Hard to Find; 4. Moviesac in Charcoal Gray, from Lovesac.

No matter the seating, I’m know for sure that a snuggly blanket is essential for the perfect reading corner. I love the soft, woolly kind with a pretty pattern or decoration.

1. Striped Throw Blanket Afghan in White, Grey and Yellow Granny Stripe from Allie Blankets; 2. Cresswick Alpaca Luxury Throw Large Check in Camel, White & Grey; 3. Safron Blue Homewares’ Shalimar Collection Throw in Beige Ikat, via Hard to Find; 4. MARFA 100% Pure Virgin Wool Sarape, from Mexchic; 5. Anthropologie’s Spreading Landscape Throw in Lime.

1. Striped Throw Blanket Afghan in White, Grey and Yellow Granny Stripe from Allie Blankets; 2. Large Check Alpaca Luxury Throw in Camel, White & Grey, from Cresswick; 3. Safron Blue Homewares’ Shalimar Collection Throw in Beige Ikat, via Hard to Find; 4. MARFA 100% Pure Virgin Wool Sarape, from Mexchic; 5. Spreading Landscape Throw in Lime, from Anthropologie.

On a day like today, I’d also probably be after a little more light, so a lovely soft lamp with a touch of style would be a necessity. I’m a big fan of floor lamps, because they take up less space, but an unusual table lamp always wins my heart. These are some of my current faves:

1. Pablo Pardo’s Elise Lamp, via Uncommon Goods; 2. Noah Large Curved Floor Base with 16” Drum Shade, from Laura Ashley; 3. Owl Lit Up Lamp, from Mod Cloth; 4. Curve touch Lamp, via Uncommon Goods; 5. Paloma Floor Glass Base with 16” Drum Shade, from Laura Ashley.

1. Pablo Pardo’s Elise Lamp, via Uncommon Goods; 2. Noah Large Curved Floor Base with 16” Drum Shade, from Laura Ashley; 3. Owl Lit Up Lamp, from Mod Cloth; 4. Curve touch Lamp, via Uncommon Goods; 5. Paloma Floor Glass Base with 16” Drum Shade, from Laura Ashley.

And, of, course, what reading session would be complete without a cup of tea and a small treat? I can imagine a lovely little table next to my chair/beanbag, just the right size for a pot of tea, a cup, and a small plate. I would happily drink tea out of any of these teapots:

But, of course, I’d be happy with any full teapot, especially wrapped in this fantastic cosy:

Are you lucky enough to have your very own reading nook?

The Only Way I’ll Ever Have All Three

As someone who has none of these things (not even a cat), I’m totally for this idea. The first would be an Exotic Shorthair, because they’re low-maintenance, unusual, and an absolute pleasure. The second, A Russian Blue—sleek, suave, and sophisticated, with a warm, personable and caring nature. And the third, the luxurious, fun, and exotic Birman.

Hello Giggles‘ Illustrated Tweet of the Day, by the super-talented Maritza Lugo.

My Endless Love: Opposite Day

A word of warning: this post is basically a whinge fest so, if you’re not up for reading a ‘poor me’ lament, maybe skip this one.

Tonight is all about me being a negative Nancy, which is the complete opposite of the typical Monday post. This past week has been particularly tough. The cold has decided it’s here to stay and, with rain mid-week, every possible ache, pain, or annoyance flared up and left me almost useless from Thursday onwards. I spent all Friday and Saturday in bed, most of it asleep. Even though I’ve managed to start this week with a few hours out running errands, I still feel all-over crummy.

I’m over it. I try to remind myself when I feel like this that I’m better off than so many others. I’m not likely to die from ME/CFS, I’m not confined to a wheelchair or unable to feed myself, and I will most likely get better with time. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. It does. It sucks when I have to cancel plans with friends, or miss fun outings because I simply don’t have the strength to get out of bed. It sucks when I drop and smash my mum’s heirloom vase because my hands just stop working. It really sucks when I have to call my health insurance to tell them my payment will be late, because I had to pay a $500 dental care bill they didn’t cover—dental care I had to have because, like many others with ME/CFS, I grind my teeth.

I hate being wide awake at 4am, but being unable to keep my eyes open at 2pm.

I hate the sudden shooting pains in my joints and muscles.

I hate the 24/7 headache that sits just beyond annoying but not quite at ‘worth medicating’.

I hate feeling stupid because I mix up words, or forget them, or simply can’t get them out.

I hate not being able to taste my food, not being able to read for more than a half-hour, not being able to swim even three laps of the pool without becoming breathless.

I hate telling people about it and then having them say “oh yeah, my cousin is really tired all the time, I bet she’s got that too”.

I hate that I have to stay positive all the time, push myself through the day every day, plan for a future I have no idea how to plan for—I can’t even get through a week knowing what’s going to happen, planning next year isn’t really an option at this point.

Most of all, I hate feeling like I have to apologise for myself constantly, as if I’ve done wrong. “Sorry, I can’t, I have to sleep instead.” “Sorry, that afternoon I have to rest because I’m working for four hours that night.” “Sorry I ruined your pillow, I wasn’t expecting to tip red wine all over it.” The apologies and the feelings of inadequacy are the worst. Like having to turn down a great job because I’m not capable of working full time at the moment, and then having to tell everyone I’d turned it down.

But the worst? The worst is trying to explain to people around me why I can’t. Because they don’t get that I really am so tired I can’t physically move. So dizzy the walls are spinning and the floor has fallen out from under me. So ill I can’t work a nine-to-five job, even though the drone of the work week seems almost as exciting as an overseas adventure.

That’s all.

Sorry for the pity party.

A Good Tart

The end of the week seems to be fast slipping into a no-post warp-hole or something. Excuse: I usually end up feeling pretty crummy come Thursday. Also: I get lazy, and decide to watch trashy Youtube clips instead of posting. Bad Blogger!

Tonight, though, I just have to share with you these little darlings:

Le Tart

They are Chocolate and Raspberry Tarts, and they were for sale today at Encores Restaurant’s stand at the Hampton High Country Food and Arts Festival. Wabi, Rendez, and I all bought one, and the voting was unanimous: Ah-mazing! The chocolate was dark, rich, and smooth, and just warm enough to ooze slightly as you bit into it, and the pastry was buttery and crumbly, and not too sweet. The raspberry was…better than a cherry on top.

The rest of the festival was equally as good. It was a bitterly cold day, but the sun was shining brightly. All three of us were keen to see Poh, of Poh’s Kitchen and Master Chef fame, and she didn’t disappoint, cooking up a storm and telling inappropriate stories on stage.

The produce was varied, with something for everyone. Wabi and I both indulged in some kale from Homegrown Health, Rendez and I some incredible Sheep’s Milk cheese courtesy of Towri Sheep Cheeses, and all three of us grabbed a loaf of Chalala Micro Bakery’s gorgeous bread.  I cooked up a storm tonight, utilising all or my goodies, as well as some local lamb, and wasn’t surprised that the Pasta Riviera fresh egg pappardelle was met with ‘mmmm’s from both parents. Delicious. I only wish I had another one of those tarts for dessert.

The festival is over for this year, but if you’re in the area, or visiting, check these and the many other amazing produce the Darling Downs offers. And for those not close by, maybe plan a trip for this time next year, and check out the Hampton festival for yourself. Hopefully the weather will be a little less Artic.

Saywhatnow?

I’m a bit of a contradiction. I don’t like women who swear a lot. I think, on most women, it sounds trashy and indelicate. But I swear like a trouper, especially around my family—they bring out the bogan in me. I try desperately to stop, but it’s a very badly ingrained habit, so it’s a slow process.

Because I dislike swearing, and because I don’t think it’s necessary in the blogosphere, I tend not to post things that include bad language. But this…well, this isn’t exactly swearing. I mean, paige is simply saying ‘flamingo’ the best she can. And looking damn cute while doing so.

Kids say the darnedest things, don’t they?