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When writer Candy Gourlay and I were on a panel with Geraldine McCaughrean last year at the Hay festival, we didn't get any money, but we did each get a crate of sparking wine. I came by train, so I couldn't haul mine back, but Candy graciously took mine back for me in her car and stored it... until this weekend! (Thank you, Candy!) We thought that we'd better do something about that, so a few of us gathered in Candy's kitchen and took care of the unfinished business.

Fab writer Fiona Dunbar got caught up in the middle of things... Here's Stuart with one of the bottles. Candy just posted the photo on Facebook and listed him as 'Sarah's other half and president of the My Spouse Works In Children's Publishing Support Group. Two other members of this group were also present, but we somehow didn't get photos of them. (Sorry, guys!)

Here's Candy, Mistress of Risotto:

And Philip Reeve, the only person I know who makes apple crumble while wearing cufflinks.

Thanks so much for an excellent evening, Candy, Richard, Mia and Jack! (Candy's kids quietly serenaded us for much of the evening on guitar, which was lovely. And didn't tell me to stop making an idiot of myself on their trampoline, which was nice of them.) From Saturday morning, it was a working weekend. Back at the desk, with nibs and ink pot.

I popped out of the studio this afternoon and took a snapshot on New Cross Road. I love the expression of the girl on the left.

How many trainers can you fit on an electrical wire? The answer is, a lot. I think they used to be markers to show where certain drug dealers had their territories. But then I think lots of kids thought that was cool, and also a good way to bully people by putting their shoes visibly out of reach, so I don't think it really means anything anymore. But those little danglers are everywhere.

Shadows in an underpass. The council recently splashed out to get some metal flower-and-piping artwork for its walls.

And now just some domestic photos. I never seem to get time to do laundry, but all those event costumes need washing... I thought they looked kind of pretty hanging out.

And then I got a bit obsessed with the water droplets on the petticoat until Stuart walked in and I remembered I was supposed to be doing other housework-ish type things.

Hope you had a good weekend!


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Mar. 11th, 2012 09:48 pm (UTC)
love those water droplets!

It was a great evening with the cava ... didn't notice the cufflinks until the picture! wish the ardagh man had been there to complete the tiny fiona picture!
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:53 pm (UTC)
It WAS fab, big thanks to you and the family! Ha ha, anyone else brings dress-down clothes when they travel, but not Mr Reeve. Yes, we'll have to whisk away Mr Ardagh some other time and use his stature to full advantage. :)
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:50 pm (UTC)
the children said this time you didn't do anything dangerous on the trampoline. what a relief!
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:54 pm (UTC)
No back flips! Or front flips, I have to take my specs off to do those and it was getting dark. And last time I did that, I hobbled up to Highgate on a sprained ankle, so no... Maybe in daylight. I'm very envious of your trampoline!
Mar. 11th, 2012 09:56 pm (UTC)
When i was walking around Marigny in New Orleans las january, I came across some people who were trying to throw a pair of shoe on an electrical wire (or possibly a telephone wire ? It wasn't very high). They must have tried at list 12 to 15 times while I watched but they couldn't do it. It's much harder than it looks !

I asked if it had any kind of meaning, but they said no, they just wanted to have a pair of shoes hanging up there... They didn't steal the shoes or anything, sincxe the person most intent on throwing them up htere was obviously the ex-owner of said shoes (she was walking barefoot).

I think it's what sociologist call a "meme" ?
Mar. 11th, 2012 10:02 pm (UTC)
Ha ha, definitely a meme! When I was a teenager, it was toilet paper; we used to run around TP-ing each other's houses and gardens in the middle of the night. Just like the shoes, it was quite a trick to lob a roll of loo roll over a tree and have it unfurl as it flew and come down on the other side without the streamer breaking.

I heard the midnight marauders got more creative, and some people used to stick dried spaghetti sticks into people's lawns, so when it rained, they'd go limp, and be hard to pull out. And then kids did 'forking', which was covering a lawn in plastic forks. I think it took a nicer turn, and you could pay money to have someone 'flock' a person's yard, which meant that in the morning, their garden would be full of pink plastic flamingos, and then the next morning, they'd all be gone. ...People with too much time on their hands, really! XD
Mar. 12th, 2012 03:23 am (UTC)
We got our lawn "flocked" by the church youth group last week - but someone payed them big bucks to do it. I think I know who it was. - Dad.
Mar. 12th, 2012 08:26 am (UTC)
Twasn't me, Dad! Ha ha, I didn't know people were still flocking, so funny.
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