The daffodils are appearing, if not in the garden yet (although we have three out in our front garden) then in the supermarkets, and I bought this little bunch yesterday. Apart from one, they are still in their ‘pencil’ stage, but soon the warmth of the intermittent sunshine (plus the warmth of the central heating) should cause them to open, and very pretty they will look. I’ve removed the brown/russet items from the table and put out some yellow ornaments to complement the bright acid yellow of the daffodils.
I had decided, upon waking and finding the sun shining, that today I’d do some much-needed housekeeping. Husband said he’d help me by moving our very heavy bed and vacuuming under and behind it, but just as everything was ready for breakfast, I bent over the table to pour tea and felt a spasm in my back – pulled muscles, no doubt. And so, doing anything greater than heating up soup for lunch and putting a few things into the washing machine has been out of the question. I hate moaning about such silly things, these things happen to us all, so it’s just a case of waiting for it to ease. Onto things more cheerful!
Such as breakfast, which was tasty. I grilled bacon & tomatoes and served them on toast, and then we enjoyed more toast and marmalade, and a cup of tea.
I had decided to use a different teapot today and it was a good job I didn’t drop it when I pulled the muscles, as I might easily have done. It is one of a set which includes a coffee pot and a lidded sugar bowl, and is rather pretty, with naïve decoration of houses and people. It is by Villeroy & Boch and I love it, I thought it would make a change from the little pink teapot I usually use.
Soon, some more pottery will be added to my collection. Yesterday, I popped into a charity shop close to my podiatrist (where I had an appointment yesterday morning) and I saw five lovely Royal Doulton side plates (some call them bread-and-butter plates) and because I was in a hurry (I had no time to examine them all) I left them there and when I got home I regretted it. So this morning I phoned the shop and they were still there! So they have put them to one side and I will buy them tomorrow. I mean, how could I turn down five Royal Doulton plates in a pretty design for £3.50?
The post yesterday brought something nice, too. I love perfume as many of you will know, and especially the ones I’ve been familiar with since childhood. One such perfume is Worth’s Je Reviens.
Like many things which make an impression on us, I remember the first time I smelt this. I was 12 years old, almost 13. It was the summer of 1956 and I was with an older friend in her lovely home in Torquay. She showed me her beautiful bedroom where twin beds were covered with the most elegant bedspreads in purple/green shot silk, and the furniture was painted green but with lovely flowers on the fronts of the drawers – I think it was painted Austrian furniture. And then she showed me the little phial of perfume that her mother had bought for her, and opened the bottle and let me dab some onto my wrists and behind my ears. It was Je Reviens, and I’ve loved this fragrance ever since. Of course, as with so many perfumes, the recipe has changed slightly over the years, but this one is still close to the original (well, it is to me) of 62 years ago.
I have photographed the perfume and the box on a silk scarf which I think compliments them. It is a very small bottle, and not an atomizer, so I just dab it on as I did all those years ago.
Today, the post also brought something I’d been looking forward to: the original hardback with dust jacket of Elizabeth Goudge’s novel, The Scent of Water:
The feel and look of this book is much more to my taste. I know it’s silly, the words are the same, but for me the whole experience of reading is more than just the words, it’s the book, the cover, even the font used to print the words.
After my visit to the podiatrist yesterday we did the weekly shop, not a huge amount yesterday, mainly fruit and vegetables, but it was time to buy flowers as only the alstromeria from last week were still looking good. I reduced them in size and put them in the hearth.
And joy of joys, the supermarket had some iris (and they weren’t expensive, either.)
When I was a child I wasn’t keen on iris. I thought they looked rather sinister, but now I love them, they are so elegant and they have such deep blue and purple colours.
The other flowers I bought were pink tulips, edged with white.
In the afternoon there was yet another delivery, this time my new kitchen scales. I’ve not had reason to use them yet, but they seem fine. The only thing I would say, and which I’d not realized when I ordered them is that there isn’t a groove in which to secure the bowl; it simply perches on the scales, so that I shall have to take care not to knock it over when it’s filled with sugar or flour and spill the lot over the worktop and the floor!
So, that is my Friday miscellany. No real news today, and instead of buzzing around cleaning and tidying, I’ve been nursing a sore back. But it will get better. I must learn not to bend awkwardly and still expect ancient bones, ligaments and muscles to behave!
Until next time.