Category: humour
Going Viral x
Here in London, the sky is a birds egg blue, there are buds on the trees and the supermarket toilet roll aisles are empty. If it was a stomach bug, I’d have more understanding, but…toilet roll?? It means they’ll have to close the schools soon for fear of pupils stealing from cubicles and selling it on the streets..All jokes aside, this is the one time we need humour: Enjoy the following… I have.
Laters, not in lock down yet, Kate x
Merry Mad-mas..
(Knit your own golden retriever)
I was reminded of this post today (along with the feeling that the madness seems to strike earlier each yea)…..it sums up such a interesting feeling that I believe it deserves another viewing, along with the proviso that whilst the spirit is there, the links probably aren’t…
When looking for presents, I start every Christmas with a simple shopping list of good intentions..
..But somewhere along the line something happens.
I can’t decide whether it’s because I’ve been beaten down and seduced into embracing the madness of the season..or it’s a bizarre reaction to the obscene commercialism that’s always lurking round the corner..
But it always reaches a point when suddenly giving a gift of earwax seems the most natural thing in the world..
(Plush Roadkill)
And why shouldn’t a stuffed toy include the inner bits as well?
Mouse taxidermy? It could be the new baking…
As The final finishing touch, Firebox – the source of all this wonder (and recommended to me by the wonderfully talented Beth, through her Blog The linen Cat Blog ) add their own distinct wrapping service. Pure genius.
Now if I could have an unlimited supply of ‘crap wrap’ stickers, I think I would be happy for life…grunge wrapping is the new black…
Laters, Kate x
Bull-chic x
(From Tumblr, no name)
Shocking, disturbing…but strangely arresting: One picture telling a multi-layered story.
(From Tumblr, no name)
Shoes have become the new fangs.
(From Tumblr, no name)
But maybe not for every day…
Laters, Kate x
First impressions x
Oh the joys of packing…
This an old post, but so apt for today when once again I’m knee deep in suitcases: The children may have changed, but the problems haven’t!
When the kids were babies I soon realised that to avoid the crying of souls (mine) I needed to be excruciatingly anal about packing, particularly as it’s not and never will be an art form that comes naturally to my psyche. The truth be told:
1. I hate it.
2. Even the impending thought of it gives me brain-swell.
3. I am a self-proclaimed light-packer. Until I pack.
4. I could just take cut off shorts, a white t-shirt and flip-flops..but why suffer clothes envy if you can avoid it?
5. How DO you take the minimum clothes for the maximum occasions?
6. I’m continually haunted by the idea it’s all wrong anyway.
7. There’s a profound anguish that the weather is undoubtably going to go through an unprecedented solar flux and be the opposite of what I’m reasonably expecting. Even though it never happens.
8. Will it really be hot/cold at the equator/in the mountains because it’s not hot/cold here (delete as appropriate).
9. How can I pack the stuff I’m wearing now?
10. What do people mean when they ‘throw a few things in’?
11. How do I know I won’t be invited to tea with the Queen or Beyonce or Karl Lagerfeld?
12. Why do I always have the most cases? I packed light..
13. And why do they never shut?
Burnt too many times, I learnt to make furtive lists on the computer in the hope that nothing vital in my then sleep-deprived-likely-to-find-hairbrush-in-fridge-state like nappies, nappy sacks, first aid kit, tranquillisers..would be disastrously and time/happiness sappingnly forgotten and there could be hope yet for my marriage.
Those days are (almost) gone, but the discipline has proved invaluable and certain rules still stand:
1. Start packing 5 days in advance and wear tea towels if necessary.
2. For a week or more pack 5 sets of underwear plus 3 of each for the rest (t-shirts, shorts etc)
3. Summer holiday for me…just dresses, the ultimate capsule wardrobe…beach dresses..other dresses..end of.
Now I just have to learn to take my own advice…
Laters, Kate xxx
Today x
Laters, Kate x
LOL x
I wish I’d seen this when mine were tiny….though it still has resonance today.
Enjoy the weekend
Laterz, Kate x
The alternative Christmas x
Good intentions be damned, the only thing I’ve learnt since writing this post is that they never last and the only way to go is big, bad and ballistic..
With that in mind I will be fully embracing the anti-commercialism at Pencil Agency’s Rubbish Shop.…and buying all my presents there.
Who could resist Beyonce as an angel?
A set of fine minatures?
Or four handmade napkins?
A multi-purpose iphone case for that person who always has little accidents?
Or a naivly crafted nativity scene?
(All pictures The Rubbish Shop)
Just pure elfing genius.
Laters, Kate x
Why?
It’s dark and raining heavily today as though even the Gods are crying.
And Donald Trump will be the next leader of the free world and President of America.
How? Why?
You’ve really chosen a fascist over…a woman?
The man who epitomises ‘if all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail..’?
(All cartoons from Google)
For all the grieving people in the States – we empathise: This is what it feels like not to recognise your country any more.
Who ever thought Isis could win via democracy?
Laters, Kate x
In celebration..
Of GB olympic success (whooo hoooo!), particularly in the cycling which finished last night (sob), I give you Jack Whitehall who manages to sum up both the brilliance of the athletes and illustrate everything we Brits hold dear in the most stupid way which is just so effing clever.
You want more?? How about Jack meets the boxing team..
And possibly my favourite…Jack, the rowing team and Sir Steve Redgrave. Enjoy!
Laters, Kate x
Maison Bentley Style 