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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.

11 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – recycling that, I know here, supplies to be used, in the pouch


1. Amongst the rubble from John’s electronics teardowns, I find just what I need – the underside of a panel from an old printer is divided into small sections and is begging to be used as a makeshift artists’ palette.

2. I like how Lily has a list of houses that she knows and how happy she is whenever she arrives at one of them. As soon as we reach the gateway, she pulls at her lead and bustles past whoever is opening the door to make herself at home.

3. I listen to an old Bookclub interview with Douglas Coupland, where he describes discovering pop art for the first time as a child (specifically Blam and Warhol’s Campbell soup), and how it showed him that he could treat words like art supplies. It’s one of those “right words at the right time” moments.

4. The dog lies down histrionically and buries her nose between me and the sofa cushion: Kaufman is sat a little too close to her and she’s in a huff – I know how to bring her out of it though. I put one hand into the opposite side of my hoodie pouch and rub its contents. Her nose darts into the open side of the pouch and rustles about until she finds the treats within.

10 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – bubble wrap, cheesy smile, new plot


1. The parcel I’ve been eagerly awaiting arrives – my new sketchbook and some other art equipment – but almost better than the contents is the packaging: sheets of soft sea-green bubbles.

2. The edge of the cheese has dried out but the spoiled crescent works well as a goofy grin or, flipped over, a heavy walrus moustache.

3. I couldn’t be happier with the new allotment: its beds are generously sized & well defined, relatively weed-free and have amazingly rich soil. I only intend to look around but it’s too good to resist – within the hour, I have the furthest bed weeded, dug over and sown with broad beans to overwinter.

09 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – cosy, wall, bubbling


1. We treat ourselves to a day off and spend most of it sat together on the sofa, with a snoring dog and a rotating selection of cats. For me, the day is about a feeling of cosy warmth: from reading in my pyjamas, with my double socks and under a blanket, in the morning to the inner toastiness provided by the giant cottage pie in the evening.

2. For one reason or another, the ground is considerably higher on one side of the wall than the other – and we’re more familiar with the wall from the higher side so from the lower side, the wall appears disproportionately tall. On the lower track, it mirrors the tall cliffs further up the cutting and, as with all the other assorted constructions around the woods, it makes us think of the hands that cut and carried the rocks into place 150years ago.

3. I watch, through the oven glass, through the pyrex, waiting for the contents of the pie to start bubbling.

08 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – experiment/peculiar, better than bus fare, doing their job/chin-high


1. To be able to experiment and not be overly concerned with the outcome. If it works, it’ll be a bonus but if not, I can use established recipes next week and still get a result.

1b. The powder passes through a few stages before it is usable – dusty, lumpy, clumpy and a stage where it looks like when you’re making scones, then often too wet, claggy, for a few seconds before turning into putty. It then only starts workable for a few minutes before it starts to dry. A very peculiar beast indeed.

2. John had taken me to my course in the morning and having stayed longer at his mum’s than planned, he picks me up on his way home too. I spend my bus fare on cream cakes instead.

3. I’m cold before we leave the house and still cold when we arrive at our destination, but soon my feet, in my thick socks and warm winter boots, are fantastically cosy.

3b. The stack of pizzas is so high that I can rest my chin on the boxes as we drive back to the house.

07 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – wet/quick/perfect pizza, reading in Louisa’s chair, touch, sweet treat


1. It’s impossibly wet for our drive into the city centre – a fast river gushes down one side of the road, a slower plane covers the other.

1b. We are in and out in about ten minutes: after waiting nearly five years for the first one, we’ve only had to wait for months to sign up for our second allotment. (It’s on the same tiny site as my first one, and is in startlingly good condition – I’ve been very lucky again.)

1c. Visiting the city centre means going to the wonderful Pizza Pieces for lunch – a long standing Bradford institution  (I’ve been going since I first visited in 1998; John, who grew up here, far longer). The dough is thin but perfectly crisp and structurally sound, and the toppings are just right too: three colours of pepper, arranged just so.

2. I fetch a little clip light so I can read more easily in “Louisa’s chair” (my favourite armchair, tucked in the corner of the dining room). In the otherwise dark room, I wrap myself up in a blanket and I’m slowly joined by the dog then all the cats. I have never been cosier while reading about a zombie apocalypse.

3. I bend down to show Z that my hood is still wet from the rain six hours earlier and after touching the fabric, he, sneakily, touches my hair too. Meanwhile Little J stands, legs braced against gravity, transfixed by Lily once again.

4. I squeeze two packets of fruit jelly sweets into a tupperware tub to take into the cinema (possibly the most grown-up/organised thing I’ve ever done). Every time there is something that makes us roll our eyes, I pass the box around between us.

06 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – trimmed, flutter/tsh, my picture, before


1. Having neat, trimmed fingernails again.

2. The wind blows and a shower of leaves flutters to the ground.

2b. Whenever the air is a little smoky – from woodburners, bonfires or more dubious things – Lily registers her protest with a single, exaggerated “tsh”. It’s not quite a sneeze, just a nasal “oh my, not a fan of that”.

3. I’m always amused when I come across my own photos being used by other people online. (I don’t mind: I usually release them under the Creative Commons licence and other free-to-use agreements.) I often spot them in Google image searches but once spotted a pair of my mangy old socks in a national newspaper. Today, it’s a coincidence a little closer to home: Twitter suggests I follow someone who uses one of my photos of Leeds Uni as their logo.

4. The second before a cat yawns.