Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Hello friends! I'm afraid it's been pretty silent around here for the last twelve months and the reason for that is that my computer died last June.  I have posted the odd thing here and there using Mr B's iPad, but it's not a device I like using for this sort of thing.  Mostly I have been accumulating loads of pictures on my camera in the hope that when I took my laptop back to California (some eight months later), something could be done.  My dad it must be said, encouraged me in this false hope and after all CA is the home of the Apple, so I guess it didn't seem too unreasonable that they might succeed where their Irish counterparts had failed.  Reader, I have to tell you now that no such recovery was possible and that consequently my computer and all that was on it is now lost to the ages.  

Okay, so that sucks, but now it means I can stop waiting to upload my photos.  Without further ado, here are some of the highlights of the last eight months:

Central Park NYC

giant prawns in Brighton

Belfast Castle


"a face like a slapped arse" I believe is the expression they use

new haircut (not so new now)

we DJ-ed a Halloween "Carrie" themed prom.  I trust you have all seen my costume by now, if not it is in one of my earlier posts

just a few of the fun things on display at the Mr Finch show at Anthropologie, Kings Road

the capitol building, Sacramento CA

Bravo Farms, Kettleman City
(no actual gators were present)

Friday, December 19, 2014

Getting back to the original mission of the garment thread here.  Yes, I realize I took a non-selfie vow about a year ago, but as I have already broken it with the below pictures of my Halloween costume (it's a bat by the way), I figure the floodgates are open.  And anyway, as these were shot by the long suffering husband, they do not technically count as selfies.

Mr B and I have been hard at work on another fabulous new venue here in Belfast - him very much more than me since that's what he gets paid for, but I did choose the paint colours, the curtains and upholstery and had some input into the furniture choices.  A not insignificant contribution if I say so myself.

Anyway, at the end of these projects is the inevitable opening night party where we get dressed up and have our pictures taken by some NI gossip rags who never end up using them in their sad magazines because a) we're nobodies b) Mr B has real talent for making himself look terrible in photos and c) I'm not "glamorous" enough in the grand footballer's wives tradition of the word.  Case in point: this was by far the longest dress seen on the premises that evening.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Thursday, September 11, 2014

down the garden path

In addition to being a fabulously well dressed woman, my great aunt Miss Q is quite the gardener and has been hounding me to send her some pictures of my own efforts in this department.  I fear that recent conversations on the subject may have misled her into thinking we have something quite grand going on here, or maybe it's the ease with which certain plants grown here in the wet British Isles as opposed to the perpetual drought that is California.  Whatever the reason, she asked and I (ever the good niece) responded.  I thought I might share the results with you as well.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Thursday, September 4, 2014