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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.

17 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – my mouse, reminder, standing up, effortlessly


1. We get a new toy for the cats – a giant mouse for scatching and wrestling – but Lily decides it’s for her instead. She picks it up and carries it around by the ear.

2. Smoked ham always reminds me of holidays in Eastern Europe. (Ditto caraway seeds and dill.)

3. As part of her investigations, Strange stands up on her back legs, leaning against the coffee table. She looks just like a kitten on a postcard I found tidying the day before – a postcard someone sent me from France two decades previously.

4. It took a bit of bedding in – with frequent oiling and adjustments – but now my spinning wheel treadles effortlessly.

16 October 2014 ~ 1 Comment

3BT – sock, clatter/sorting, salad/coincidence


1. As I’m waking up, a sock repeatedly lands on my head followed by an excited dog.

2. The clatter of Lego is somewhere between jarring and warmly nostalgic.

2b. I purify our Lego collection by picking out all the fake Lego pieces and other random toys & whatnot that have accumulated. It’s surprising how easy it is to spot the fake pieces – the plastic is a touch too shiny, the edges not so sharp and the weight is just not right. The sorting is almost as much fun as building things.

3. It is years since I’ve had a Caesar salad but at that moment, it is exactly what I want.

3b. As always when we leave Lily home alone, we worry that she’s bothering our neighbours with her barking – but we needn’t worry today: our neighbours spot us as they’re leaving the restaurant and come over to our table to say hello.

15 October 2014 ~ 2 Comments

3BT – (sleep in), hotel toast/bagels, space/tidying finds, posing


0. We oversleep to such an extent that I decide to change my entire plans for the day – but it’s a lovely sleep in, so I don’t mind.

1. Hotel toast made with good bread. (If the butter had been a fresh bar, it have been, without exaggeration, the best toast I’d ever had. EVER.)

1b. Neither of us is particularly enthused about our plan to go out for dinner. Instead, we have tuna bagel melts and boy, do they hit the spot.

2. I enjoy seeing the ugly carpet – because it means I’ve cleared some more space of junk.

2b. While tidying, I find some forgotten craft supplies – presents from past me – and various papers and whatnot from my younger years. Some of them are difficult to read because they remind me of unhappy times but I have kept hold of them, lunging them with me from house to house, because it has felt like a betrayal to throw them away. Part of me wants to keep them forever – because they’re absolutely irreplaceable – but another part of me knows it’s time for them to go.

3. Lily freezes, mouth hanging open, near the gap in the wall – she would like to go over please. We both strike similar poses and her tail starts to wag.

14 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – clears up/pods/new day, moulting, goulash, mossy


1. It’s grey and drizzling as I set out for the allotment but it clears up by the time I’m ready to dig. The ground is still largely dry and the soil moves easily.

1b. It takes longer to harvest the mange tout than I thought it would: there are plenty of pods amongst the leaves.

1c. A shower makes me feel like it’s the start of a new day: a new day to do fun things.

2. As always, it’s painful to look at the moulting hen – her regrowing feathers look like pins or quills and her puckered skin underneath looks like a sorry chicken on a supermarket shelf – but she clucks around unperturbed and the feathers that have come through are a fluffy red.

3. Inspired by some bargainacious reduced-to-clear peppers, I make goulash for dinner – it’s delicious and saucy.

4. The incongruous colours become a lovely mottled mossy green.

13 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – (recover), emulsion, push/production/bright, ramen


0. Lily had another of her “drunk”/episodes last night and still wasn’t right when we went to sleep. By this morning though, her neurological wobble had fixed itself and all her legs move on command again. Phew.

1. A perfect oil/vinegar emulsion.

2. To push myself on the wheel – but to feel in control while doing so.

2b. To improve my consistency, I aim to make four bowls as similar as possible, from a preset design. One is slightly narrower than the others but otherwise I met my goal – with many little tricks learnt along the way.

2c. The fresh bright light from the new strip light – just what is needed on a dull afternoon. (Thanks John!)

3. We make chilli beef ramen soup for dinner – John cooks the steak and I do the rest. Amongst other things to add as we eat, we have lime segments on the side and my hands smell of lime juice for the rest of the evening.

12 October 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – low/efficient, beck/buddies/view/organic, cheesecake, colours/rolag


1. The clouds are so low that they hide the hills in the distance – Yeadon, Rawdon and thereabouts. Above them, the sky is blue, but the tops of the hills are hidden from us.

1b. Ninja-ing around Ikea makes me feel efficient and nimble (and makes me fractionally less susceptible to buying nonsense).

2. Lily hasn’t sat in her beck in some time – as soon as we get close, she runs ahead and makes herself a watery nest.

2b. The two dogs walk together, sniffing the ground as they go.

2c. Now that the factory has been demolished, we’re all more inclined to stare across the valley. R points out that we can see Ilkley Moor in the distance – we’re dubious until we move to the corner and can see the ubiquitous purple. Later, we stop in another spot – somewhere we’re passed a thousand times but never stopped to look: we can see more of the Moor, and can see how the river cuts its way around various hills.

2d. Like our chats with our friends P and T, I imagine our conversations as delicate organic structures, with countless branches, branches upon branches, and interlinking bridges and callbacks. (I want to use this idea for a piece of fibre art someday.)

3. The cheesecake is divine.

4. The colours on the bobbin – the crisp vibrant pure ones and the muddier ones taking the yarn from one colour to the next.

4b. When the rolag releases the fibres evenly without effort: I just pull smoothly and yarn appears.