I love it when the tulips return to the flower section of the supermarket. I even like the bunches of mixed-colour tulips when, usually, I prefer single-colour bunches. I particularly dislike those huge bouquets of mixed flowers and mixed colours, none of which you’d put together in any other way (such as wallpaper, paint, and furniture, or dress, coat and shoes) unless totally colour blind. Even worse are flowers that have been dyed lurid colours. What an insult to what might otherwise have been beautiful blooms. I’ve seen carnations dyed a vulgar deep turquoise. It could be considered Cruelty to Flowers!
But tulips have everything going for them, and no more so than they are very easy to ‘arrange’. Indeed, they don’t need ‘arranging’, just a suitable container (I used an old glass sweet jar minus the lid) and then allowing them to do much their own thing. I even like them when they go all floppy, they still look so pretty.
And these look particularly well with our sofa, although the upholstery is now almost 17 years old (our 1985 sofa was reupholstered in 2002) and, courtesy of sunlight, has faded. I’ve been looking at photos of it when it had recently reupholstered and, my goodness, it did look lovely. It is now a subtle coral colour instead of the deep terracotta it was originally.
Our sofa a year or two after it had been reupholstered (this photo c2004, print film, not digital – as you can see, we rarely change things in our sitting room!)
In the bay window the amaryllis has now bloomed …
Try as I might, I really am not keen on these big, blowsy flowers. They have a somewhat sinister look to me, don’t know why, as if they should really be carniverous plants such as the Venus fly trap. I don’t know what makes me think about them in this way, they are very popular, especially at Christmas time, and I’ve even been seduced into buying them for others as presents. Perhaps much depends on the colour, too. I gave one to someone this Christmas and it is a deep magenta, almost purple. Now that was outrageously, quite luridly-coloured, which goes against all I like in a flower, but my goodness, it really was a show-stopper but I loved it! There really is no rhyme nor reason to my likes and dislikes where these flowers are concerned!
After having put the Christmas decorations away, our two little people are back on the mantelpiece.
Yes, they are twee! They are something I should never go out and buy, but they were part of my mother’s vast collection of all kinds of ceramics showing that even she had her weak spots, just as I have for a magenta-coloured amarayllis! These are the kind of things which are interior designers’ nightmares: ditsy, knick-knackery. My mother bought a number of these Oriental ceramics in the early 1960s so they are, I suppose, ‘vintage’ by now, but like a lot of kitsch, you either love them or loathe them. Strangely enough, I love these two little people, and they sit on either side of a classic piece of Royal Crown Derby, a box which the clever potter has made to look like a tin box as he or she has purposely put a ‘dent’ in it!
This morning I had my six-weekly manicure. Goodness knows how it has taken me until my seventies to appreciate having my hands and forearms exfoliated, creamed and massaged, cuticles dealt with, and my nails filed, buffed and painted I do not know. I used to have a manicure when I went to a hairdresser’s many years ago, but my hairdresser now (whom I’ve been going to for at least a decade) doesn’t provide this service and so I hadn’t had a professional manicure for a very long time.
My hands always look much pinker and more wrinkly after a visit because a massage brings the blood to the surface, but oh, how nice my hands now feel, the joints eased through massage, too. The pinkness goes after a few hours, but the effects remain for a good few days.
Tomorrow, it’s my hairdresser day, and on Thursday a visit to the podiatrist. I alternate podiatrist with pedicure, they are both different; I only wish there was one person who could perform both tasks, but even if I now found such a person, I don’t think I’d change because both the professionals I go to are excellent in their own way.
After the posts in which I included photos of our small shower room and small bathroom, I just thought I’d include one more photo and that is of some of my small collection of scent bottles on the shelf in the bathroom – they just add a little interest. I parted with a lot of modern bottles which, no doubt might one day be ‘collectable’ but it’s just not possible to keep everything one has used in the hopes that one day this might be the case.
A 1950s bottle of Mitsuko, a modern Peter Tysoe bottle with scent ‘dropper’ inside, and a Victorian silver-necked bottle.
Now for a cup of tea and the newspaper.
Until next time.