So at the start of this year one of my resolutions was to read at least ten books from our bookshelves. We have a lot of books. We have a lot of books we’ve never read. Lots of books were inherited from Mum when she died. Lots of books have been bought while studying as well intentioned ‘I’ll read that after the module and enhance my learning’ intentions. Lots of books have been loaned or given to me by friends and family. The net result of all of this is basically just lots of books. And yet, still, none of them really grab my fancy or have gripped me adequately past the first pages at present. My response to this problem? Well, to buy more books of course... I haven’t properly read any fiction in ages and I can feel my brain going to sleep a bit of late so when I got the chance earlier in the week to grab a lovely lunch out to myself I decided I’d buy a book to read to keep me company rather than a magazine. And then there was a buy one get one half price offer on so... you know...
I’ve started on the Alexander McCall Smith book cause it’s easy reading and from the Scotland Street Edinburgh based series that I’ve followed for a few years now and is funnier still now that we live in Auld Reekie too.
I watched the last of the Nurse Jackie episodes on Netflix. I got kinda hooked which is ironic since the theme of Nurse Jackie is pretty much addiction. I got locked into observing Jackie's incredible empathy with patients while being equally fascinated by the very human paradox in her personality of not being able to be as kind or honest with herself as she is to others. I think as I get closer to my 40s I see more and more that we all have blind spots and I'm intrigued with the idea that sometimes a blind spot is a strength and sometimes it's a weakness.
It was my birthday on Monday (YAY!) and I decided that for a pressie I really just wanted a shopping day in town to update my wardrobe and take me out of a bit of a clothing rut I’d got into over summer. I’m hard on clothes, no doubt about it. I’m out walking or running with the dog most days so it’s not uncommon for me to have to change out of knee deep in mud splattered jeans by 11.30 a few times during the week. I tend to have a staple clothes diet of long sleeved clingy t-shirts layered under baggier tops and either jeans, shorts or denim skirt over leggings or tights on the bottom half. Due to the dog walking I really don’t do dresses very often at all. About a month ago all my clothes seemed to age overnight and developed holes, bust seams, shot elastic, huge bobbles or just signs of extreme wear and tear. It came to a crisis when on a night out I realised that what had been my ‘good’ cardi which could always be relied upon to schmexy up a pub night with a nice top had actually become one of my worst ‘that’ll do today’ cardi's, seemingly without me noticing the downgrade in the meantime. So, hi ho, hi ho, a shopping I did go. I’d planned to do Mint Velvet, Zara, White Stuff, Gap and Urban Outfitters but as it turned out I went to White Stuff first and pretty much fell in love with everything there and spent my budget in an hour on four tops and a cardi, all of which I can say I ABSOLUTELY LOVE! The level of desperation I felt about my clothing situation must have had a very good impact because I made Yoda-wise choices, tried everything on and put back stuff that was going to piss me off because of hand-washing or because it kinda fitted but also kinda wasn’t quite me.
This was one of the tops I got for layering – it’s a knit, looks like it could be from Bamboo tape. I adore it – totally easy to wear and yet also different enough to be special and a really brilliant colour for hiding all the coffee I throw over myself and the house on a regular basis.
My Aunt Ag asked me to go to see David Sedaris as part of the Festival Fringe but unfortunately I couldn’t make it. Ag has GREAT taste so I was chuffed to be able to catch up on what I missed thanks to audiobooks on iTunes and I’ve been listening to ‘Let’s Explore Diabetes with Owls’ all week during dog walks and runs. It’s funny, poignant and rich in social history and self awareness and easy to dip in and out of.
This week I can’t live without carpet on the stairs ever again. We have been in this house for about a year and half now and the stairs and all but one room were un-carpeted all that time. It’s made my bunions go from little junior kinda cute and curious mini-mini bunions to great big calcified old lady scary gnarled up major-maxi bunions (see pic above if you've got a bunion fettish). It’s made my knees scream and crick and crack and weep every time I’ve gone up to tuck daughter in at night. It. Has. Hurt. And now, at last, there is carpet. And underlay. And my legs are generally quieter. And it is so, so, so, good.
Happy Weekend y'all xx