I hope you will forgive yet another photo of this lovely bouquet of flowers. I moved them from the sitting room window, where the heat of the sun this morning wasn’t doing the flowers any favours, to the back of the sitting room into the shade. The scent from the stocks is wonderful, they have such a lovely clove scent, a little like old fashioned garden pinks. I start this post with flowers as they are such a lovely small luxury – not that I would indulge in a large bouquet like this, which was a present, but even some humble grape hyacinths and forget-me-knots from the garden at this time of the year look pretty.
But to other small luxuries … I decided that it was high time I had a little bit of pampering. Nothing too extravagant, I already spend a not inconsiderable amount on having a good hair cut-and-colour, but my nails were looking rather unkempt. I do try and care for my nails but I’ve not very good at it, and since having had chemotherapy I have found my nails are brittle and ridged. Of course, I don’t like to admit it, but I think age might also have had something to do with this! But hey, I’m still here and if chemo left me with veins like piano wire and ridged nails that’s a small price to pay for life, isn’t it?
Anyway, enough of the sob story, today I had a professional manicure and I am absolutely delighted with the result. So much so, I booked another appointment right away. My hands … well, they are an elderly person’s hands now, but my short nails have been shaped, the straggly cuticles dealt with, the nails buffed, my hands and forearms exfoliated, and then my nails given a base coat, two coats of coloured polish and then a final top coat. I was a whole hour being pampered and I absolutely loved it. Why has it taken me so long to realize that having my nails looking this good – for this really is good for me – is actually good for me? My hands are smooth and the nails nicely shaped. In football manager parlance, I’m over the moon!
The nail colour is actually darker than the bright red shown here, but I’ve had to highlight the photo as it was a little on the dark side – husband took it and I don’t want to pester him again and ask for a second attempt. The colour is a deep wine colour and looks very smart indeed. Strangely enough, where a lot of elderly ladies go into for pastel shades, pale shades look awful on my hands. I’ve tried them, as I rather like seeing pastel colours on neat nails, but they do my hands no favours whatsoever. I’m not keen, either, on the fashion for anything glittery or for blue or green nails. As for black … well, they look good on Barry-the-dog – his claws are black – but that’s where I think they should stay.
As well as having this lovely bit of pampering, I’ve booked for us to see the film The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society. I find it hard to believe that it’s ten years since I read the book (which I enjoyed) but ten year on and I find it difficult remembering anything about the book, only that it’s a series of fictional letters. I’m now debating whether to give it a quick second reading before I see the film, in a couple of week’s time.
We won’t be seeing the film at the local Vue multiplex cinema. Indeed, we’ve never been to the local multiplex – perhaps we will one day, as I think they have concessions for oldies (I hate the term “senior citizen”, it sounds so staid, pillars of the community, etc, etc!) on some days, but we really do love going to Dartington’s Barn Cinema to see a film. Although the setting is a 14th century barn – imagine, a 14th century barn with Dolby sound! – it is like cinemas used to be in my youth, i.e. simple rows of seats, no lounging chairs, no people stuffing popcorn or guzzling drinks. Here is a collage of the Barn Theatre (photo credit: Dartington Barn Theatre) with the Roundhouse café which is next to it.
Indeed, Dartington is a lovely place, especially in spring. It was the brainchild of Leonard and Dorothy Elmhirst, she an American heiress, and the couple rescued Dartington’s derelict buildings in the 1920s and transformed the Hall and the estate into a farm and centre for the arts. Here is a collage of spring in Dartington Gardens.
I don’t think a manicure and going to see a film is too spendthrift, do you? I like to keep my little luxuries within reason!
Until next time.