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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.

19 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – for once, neaten/white and red all over/backlog/lookout, spots me


1. For once I don’t miss any buses nor do I have to run or rush for any.

2. I always rush glazing. It feels do-or-die compared to most other bits of pottery and dithering seems to exacerbate the problem (as it does with most things). Today though, after rushing some bowls (and paying the consequences), I take a small paintbrush and slowly neaten things up by hand.

2b. The white sits flat and the sponge reveals the red peaks underneath.

2c. To clear some of my backlog.

2d. I’m engrossed in an article and nearly miss my stop – thankfully someone else has rung the bell so I don’t have to rush too much. When I get downstairs, I see it is the lady who was at the bus stop on the way out too – the lady who alerted me to the arrival of that bus when I was engrossed in another article. She is clearly looking out for me today.

3. Lily has been left alone for maybe three or four minutes – not enough to get very anxious but she is distracted by her abandonment and doesn’t notice me stick my head around the door. Eventually she spots me in the mirror – her eyes widen then she turns her head to check I’m real.

17 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – hot, rest, surprising soup, many in one/do over/don’t let them


0. I’m hot and clammy, unable to get to sleep. The water in the glass on my nightstand is cold and fresh. I love tap water in winter.

1. I feel better – perkier – than I have done in a few days but after deciding today should be another slow day, I stick to that plan. I crochet and read on the sofa. (I’m proved right about needing another rest day – a dog walk leaves me wiped out.)

2. The soup is the same orange as Heinz’ tomato but it is far from as bland: lentils, spices and a tang from yoghurt.

3. By coincidence, the infinity scarf’s loop is about the same length as my stripe pattern so one side of the circle is mostly two colours, and the other, the other two. I’d wanted more of a blend but as I tie it in different ways, I’ve got so many options now – different colours taking precedence as needed.

3b. As soon as I finish that scarf, I start on the next – or rather, start taking apart the one-before-last, the colour block scarf I made at the start of autumn. I’ve never been completely happy with it – I love the colours but it was always a little too wide, a little too short and the pattern a little … I don’t know, boring? I frog a stripe and rework it using a new pattern, on a bigger hook: it’s hardly complex – to the layperson it probably looks little different – but I love how it is bouncier, springer and fresher than its former incarnation. By bedtime, it’s nearly half way done.

3c. I listen to an audiobook of The Handmaid’s Tale and the repeated phrase ‘don’t let the bastards grind you down’ reminds me my first full time job – in the School of Classics at Leeds. I was the same age as many of the students – I had to take a day out of our departmental graduation preparations to graduate myself – and made friendships I didn’t value adequately at the time, so gradually let slip when I moved jobs. On my last day there, one friend gave me a small leaving present, a keyring with that little message. I used it for my work keys for years.

(For various reasons, I only stayed in Classics for six months but it was, by far, my favourite job from a social point of view: I had fun with not just the students but also many of the academic staff. I have a very fond memory of reducing an internationally acclaimed professor to helpless giggles over lunch one day and enjoyed the lamest scar comparison competitions [ie comparing paper cuts] with other notable academics.)

16 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – laundry, yappy/sweary, no choice



1. I finally tackle the mountain of (clean) laundry that has slowly been accumulating. It’s nice to see my underwear drawer full of favourites again.

2. As we circle the park, we’re spotted by a little yappy dog. It stands on its garden wall and barks at us – it’s very tempted to join us on the grass but resists.

2b. The kids are squabbling and swearing like you wouldn’t believe but they unanimously pause their game while we walk behind their goal.

3. The worst thing about visiting the BBQ restaurant up the road has always been deciding between their amazingly succulent and tasty steaks, or their perfectly sticky ribs. With their new menu and the introduction of a combo – a little steak, a half rack of ribs – I no longer have to choose.

15 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – toast, wrestle then swap, dogs, cheers, just right


1. The toast caught a bit so I thought it might be ruined but after a little careful scrapping and essential cooling, all is saved. The browned seeds are wonderfully nutty.

2. Kaufman wrestles John’s hand for a while then he (the cat) and Lily swap place – him from his beloved window seat to the sofa, her from the sofa to cuddle John on Kaufman’s cushion.

3. Twice I go into the porch and twice I’m rewarded with dog sightings: first, a little baby springer and next, the gaggle from yesterday all walking in a line.

4. Disembodied crowd cheers and clapping from beyond the trees. (It reminds me of where we used to live in Leeds, up an embankment from an all-weather pitch. We’d hear similar shouts and the trainers would also bring teams across the canal to run up the hundred stone steps from the basin to the park above – then we’d hear the sound of wretching and laughter.)

5. I need a film that’s not too loud, not filled with negativity or doesn’t need too much engagement while being interesting. I find one that fits the bill perfectly.

14 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – weaving dogs, spice, break off, all change


1. We – me & Lily and the guy from down the road & his group of dogs – keep crossing paths as we weave around the woods.

2. The poultry spice* smells delicious.

3. Breaking off the painful little platelet crystal that forms on the spot on the curve of my ear.

4. To abandon one design in favour for another: I have to write off two evenings of work but the new pattern shows off the yarn so much better.

* a herbal supplement for chickens which contains, amongst other things, fennel

13 November 2014 ~ 0 Comments

3BT – daylight, spade, don’t leave me


1. I go to the allotment, not particularly because anything needs doing or because I want to do anything there but just because I feel like I need to spend some time in daylight. I put on a discussion about the origin (and development) of cities, and dig over some fallow beds and carve out a brand new growing space: a trapezoid that will be perfect for growing squash or a tall wigwam of beans.

2. I’d taken the spade on a whim but I’m glad I did: it’s the perfect tool for cutting out the edges of the new bed. A few weeks ago, the sides would have crumbled under the blade but after weeks of rain, the heavy clay walls cut cleanly.

3. The cat frowns at me from the window sill – I blink at him but he continues to frown. “Ok, bbye then,” I say but as soon as I turn to walk on, he jumps down and attaches himself to my leg. I stroke him for a little while then say goodbye a second time but he won’t let me go. I try to shake him off gently, then a little more persistently but he follows me across the (traffic-free) road and to the end of the street. Eventually I have to enlist the postman to help: he distracts the cat while I make a run for it.