The sun is shining today. It's the kind of watery yet intense sunshine you only get in Spring (OK, Winter, but a girl can dream). It's as though someone took a picture of a sunny Summer's day but the photo has now faded and mellowed. It has made me dream of Summer and not having to pile on about a dozen layers of clothing every morining to keep warm.
I am now longing to laze in the sunshine, for picnics in the grass wearing shorts and pretty blouses and straw trilbies, cloud watching and dreaming, eating strawberries, whilst the sun warms your already tanned skin.
Topshop: Liberty Print Shorts £32 Christopher Kane Collection:
Beetroot is to me a much under used vegetable and as such I was very pleased to see when I opened up the latest edition of Easy Living Magazine an article on new things to do with Beetroot, some of which I put below for your delectation:
Toss boiled beetroot wedges (slip off the skins after cooking) in herb butter or with butter and shave Parmesan, and serve as a vegetable accompaniment.
Roasted beetroot is a fantastic addition to a Sunday Roast. The simplest way is to trim the tops (no need to peel) and then boil them in plenty of salted water for about 20 minutes, or until tender, then drain, cool and slip off the skins. Halve or quarter them and then roast with a drizzle of olive oil and some thyme for about 30 minutes (while your roast meat is resting).
Cooked beetroot wedges taste lovely in a salad with cheese such as feta or goat's cheese.
Speaking of cheese, as a confirmed Cheeseaholic I was delighted to see a post on Cheese on A Cup Of Jo today. Anyone else feeling peckish? Now where did I put that beetroot? x
First image taken by me, second image found here Tips taken from article by David Herbert in the March 2010 issue of Easy Living.
Came across these pictures today, they are simply deliciously gorgeous.
These are by a guy called Tom Palumbo and are candid photos taken in Paris in 1962. He has photographed for Vogue and Bazaar amoungst others which is pretty damn cool. Find more of the same on his Flickr here.
This picture makes me feel as though I am sitting in the backseat of a car in the summer as it drives past fields under bright blue skies and warm breezes. Windows open. Music drifting. Mind drifting. Cheshire cat smile. Memories are made of this.
Why is it that the simpler the thing you want, the more difficult it is to attain?
All I want is to be loved - when no-one is there to love you I just want to get some sleep - when insomnia becomes your bedfellow I'm simply looking for a pair of jeans - when the twentieth pair you have tried on still isn't right
I just want a job - when nothing is out there.
I sometimes wonder if God (or Budda, or Allah or whoever or whatever else it is to believe in) has made me unemployed to test me and to make me grow. I sure as hell have been tested and I like to think I have grown and learnt and experienced (even bad experiences are experience at the end of the day). So Please just let me have a decent job, preferably a permanent one.
Hello. I am still here (somewhere). Thank you for not running away because I have been so useless on the blogging front for the past three or four weeks. I hope you had a merry merry christmas (that seems a looong time ago doesn't it?). I hope you are having a happy new year so far.
I have been writing my book and looking for work and working out what goes on in my mind and staying out of the snow that has made England look like it has been involved in a huge foam party and doing Pilates to stop my neck from being so achey.
I'll be back properly next week or the week after my dears.
This is my face, Covered in freckles, With the occasional spot and some veins. . . This is my body, Covered in skin and not all of it you can see. . . And this is my mind, It goes over and over the same old lines. And this is my brain, It's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane. . . And I use mouth wash. sometimes I floss, Ive got a family and I drink cups of tea. I've got nostalgic pavements, I've got familiar faces. I've got mixed up memories and I've got favourite places. . . Kate Nash- Mouthwash. Sums me up pretty good I reckons