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Louisa Parry Hi, I'm Louisa and this is my personal blog. I blog about recycling things at How Can I Recycle This?, about simple/DIY living at The Really Good Life and silly drama games at We Heart Drama. Consequently, having used up all my good ideas elsewhere, this blog is just fluff and nonsense about my cats/dog and whatnot.

22 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – sweet/wag, grapes/view/doofus/smell, halfway point


1. Lily stares at the sticky sweet at the bottom of the waste bin, her tail banging on the floor. She would like it please.

1b. Later, her tail rustles a carrier with each wag, making it all the more noticeable when it picks up speed as she says hello and sniffs Strange-cat.

2. While out with Lily, I pop by the allotment and I find a – very established – grape vine I’d missed before, with grapes growing on it. Lily chews the long grass while I do my brief chores.

2b. I do a few reps on the weight machines while looking out at the soft sun over the hills of Calverley.

2c. Lily looks at me like I’m a doofus as I slalom around the gateway: why don’t I just go under it in a straight line like her?

2d. To return to a house smelling of garlic, onions and spices galore.

3. I pass the halfway point of my chunky striped scarf. I can’t wait until it is cold enough to wear it.

21 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – finish, giving in to gravity, chunky colours


1. I lie in bed and finish my book.

2. I notice that my outfit – pale grey hoodie, mid-grey jeans, dark grey socks – looks like gravity is draining its saturation.

3. It’s felt autumnal today – bright between rain showers but a touch cold – and I’m inspired to make myself a new scarf for the approaching cold weather. Using the gorgeous wool left over from the annoying circle blanket, I crochet chunky granny stripes. I keep holding it up to admire the colour scheme.

20 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – the magic position, clay/thud/treats/slake down, keeps going


1. Lily lies on her back, all her paws in the air; her mouth hangs open and her tongues loll. As we’re listening to the track at the time, we declare this to be the Magic Position.

2. R walks by, offering some plums, as I’m preparing my clay. We chat about growing at home and allotments, then he sees the clay and gets rather excited. I show him what I’ve been making at home and at Hive, and he starts coming up with ideas of his own. I will pull him into my addiction yet!

2b. The hollow metallic thud of M’s tail banging on the car door as he and Lily say hello.

2c. F is unsure about holding out the first treat but soon gets into the swing of things. He seems like he’d be quite happy to feed her treats all day, and Lily being Lily would be equally quite happy to accept them.

2d. I slip my hand into the bucket and am amazed: the dry pieces of clay – the remains of what I threw last week – have slaked down in just a few hours. I’ll be able to reclaim it soon and can start the process again.

3. The beef is a tiny bit too rare when I slice it but cooks to perfection in the hot soup.

19 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – his name should be Derpman/dog swap, allotment/neighbours/busy, move on


1. I notice Kaufman watching the washing machine go around and around. He’s in profile but I can tell by his pose that he’s pulling a derpy face. When he starts to chasing something behind the glass, I laugh and laugh.

1b. We open the gate for just a moment but it is long enough for the dogs to swap gardens.

2. I pop over to the allotment for a few hours. I weed and dig: not exactly fun tasks but made all the more enjoyable with a interesting podcast and some warm evening sunshine.

2b. On the way over, our friend R grabs me to show off his fantastic summer squashes – I accept the offer of saved seeds for next year – and one of his neighbours introduces herself, and we chat about what a wonderfully little community we have on our streets.

2c. The park is busy – the bowling club is packed, the basketball court a whizz of energy and happy dogs run back and forth on the grass catching balls. (Even our happy dog runs about a bit and she smells ALL THE THINGS.)

3. I’ve been plodding away on a crochet blanket that’s turned out to be more fiddly than I’d like. Yesterday, I finally realised that since I’m not enjoying it, I should put it to one side for now and remember how much fun crochet can be. I whip up some stripes squares before bedtime: I’ll use them to learn some new (carrying yarn/joining as I go) skills.

18 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – Feisty/slabs/how we say it, flashcards, tone change


1. There is a cloudy blob of clear glaze (which A points out looks a bit like bird poo) and it has shifted from round to oval but otherwise, I’m happy with my Feisty bowl: the outside, with all its different colours and textures, is just how I’d pictured it. It is “un-me” but I very much want to do it again!

1b. A slab-building project reminds me of my early drop-in days (when someone was making a Barbara Hepworth inspired piece using a similar process). It’s nice to think how far I’ve come since then – and how reasonably straightforward this was to make.

1c. We disagree about the pronunciation of “clanger” – specifically how clearly the “ng” is voiced. It finally occurs to me to check the background of the different people around the table – unsurprisingly, the person who agrees with me is from Liverpool originally, while the other side are all from Yorkshire.

2. John shows me a flashcard app on his phone, knowing that I’ll get addicted to it. It’s not a game as such – no one is keeping score – just a revision/memory aid. John is testing it to learn his times tables once and for all, and by the end of the day, I’ve installed “shared” decks of cards on art history, chemical symbols, European capital cities, Victorian history and forageable/edible British wildflowers.

3. Singing the Mario theme while making dinner, I discover that holding the WarPan* in front of my face creates a lovely resonant variance for the bridge.

* the WarPan was named thus after my university housemate used it to tenderise some still-frozen chicken. The chicken came out of the battle unharmed but the pan acquired battle scars that are still part of it some 16 years later.

17 August 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – lazy morning/teddy bear ears, drying out, reflection, invitation


1. The White Bellied Crew stretch out on the sofa and enjoy a lazy morning. Kaufman dreams on his footstool in the sun.

1b. Lily’s fur, and especially her ears, are so soft at the moment that we can’t help but think of her as a grunting, pooping teddy bear. It also leads John to give her yet another new nickname: Teddy Not-so-svelte.

2. The damp spots on the tray in the oven slowly shrink away to nothing.

3. A glimpse of the bright doorway in the dark glass – it never looks quite like our house when it’s reflected: it always looks nicer and more magical.

4. Tilda purrs loudly to keep drawing me back to tickle her.