A very good thing, I might add. I ate in The Meeting House last night with friends and the food was delicious. As I am still on the dry until the end of the month I didn’t sample the cocktails but by all accounts they were delicious. Unfortunately, I did not get to try the tuna tacos that I had hoped to order because they were all out, but everything that was available was fabulous. Next time I’ll be a little more adventurous. I had never heard of this place before last night, but it is a sign that trying something new can be a very good thing.
I cannot express how delighted I am that there are six new episodes of this show. I adored it when I was younger. The quality dipped in later seasons, but that didn’t stop me watching it right until the end. When all the seasons on DVD were selling for a stupidly low price I snapped them up and re-enjoyed them over and over.
Unfortunately, due to my not-at-all-good-for-keeping-to-a-tv-schedule working hours this week I have only watched the last 20 minutes of the first two episodes. This was still amazing. It is still January, therefore not too late for another New Year’s resolution. My newest resolution is to get re-aquainted with this slice of tv excellence. The conspiracy theories! The creepiness! The slight, remote possibility that the government is engaged in a decades-long cover up, of what it is hard to say!
I love it all. I hadn’t realised how much I missed it until now. And also that I need some sort of tv recorder box thing that everyone else seems to have so they don’t miss episodes of their favourite shows. Another resolution there.
Last night we had a date night. We went to see Room and then ate in one of our favourite sushi places. On the spur of the moment we went to an earlier viewing of the film, meaning dinner was later. This was not the best choice. What was once a tiny, charming and efficient place to eat seems have exploded in popularity. While I’m always glad to see a favourite spot doing well, the service was not the best last night. The food was delicious, as always, and we’ve made a resolution not to leave things to chance on a Saturday night again, even in the midst of January. We’ll be back though, this time with a reservation, possibly for a different time and day of the week than 8pm on a Saturday.
Room was thought provoking. I read the book some years ago and it was unsettling and uplifting. Having read some reviews of the film (I can’t remember the book’s reviews at all) I went to see it in a slightly different light from how I approached the book. It makes one think about motherhood, parenting, identity and the barriers, physical and mental, that we have imposed on us and how, when overcome, those barriers can sometimes feel more welcome than we first thought. It also made me appreciate all the space we have in our home, because the claustrophobia of the first half of the film stays with you after the credits have rolled.
When me and my husband got married, we were lucky enough to be given gifts of money from friends and relatives. Amongst our purchases was a painting from the Oriel Gallery by this artist. We spent a day looking at paintings in different galleries, and this place is a gem of a gallery. We liked one piece by Urbaniak, then came across another that we loved. I mean, it was love at first sight. It was unframed, leaning against a wall in a dark corner of the gallery and even before it was lifted out so we could see it properly we knew we wanted it. I went back two days later to have it framed and to buy it. It has hung in a prominent spot in our home ever since and is a beautiful reminder of our wedding and part of our lives. We’ve bought other pieces since but none come close to how much we love this one. Every time I look at it, I see something new in the painting.
It was what I’d call a large scale orchid and we were in a privileged position to have the ability to buy something so non-essential purely because we loved it. Every day I look at this picture and it stops me from spending money on things that aren’t really orchids, because some day I want to be able to buy another piece of art for our home that brings us the same sort of joy this piece has. It may be a large scale orchid, but it was a bargain when I think how much pleasure it has given us on a daily basis for almost five years.
This gorgeous bakery on Clare Street is my current favourite for my morning coffee and pastry. I used to go to another place, but price increases and a long queue each morning caused me to pop into Hansel and Gretel instead. I have been a convert since. I’ve weaned myself off the calorific but delicious almond croissants and am kidding myself that a pain au chocolat is a healthier alternative. With this and a latte, every morning I go to work is made brighter. This is one orchid I budget for, because it is worth it to me to bring a packed lunch and eat at my desk in order to have such a toothsome start to the day. I have taken to buying my bread there too, and I can highly recommend the sourdough and granary loaves. I bought one of the granary loaves today, and enjoyed the smell in work as it was delightful. It is both a good and bad thing that I cannot visit more frequently.
I love cooking and baking. I’ve accumulated a lot of cook books over the years. Trying a new recipe is one of my favourite activities and enjoying the results is even better.
I am, however, sadly lacking in some of the finer skills. One such skill is icing baked confections. Alongside starting this blog, honing my currently limited skills in the decoration department is another New Year resolution. I hope to motivate myself with this resolution by committing to posting some of the results here.
I am hoping this project doesn’t add too much to my waistline. Another resolution is whittling said waistline down a bit.
I love ironing. It is, without doubt, my favourite household chore. I wouldn’t even call it a chore, in fact, because I enjoy it so much. I love the therapeutic nature of it, how the pile of fresh clothes gets neater and neater and how you get a tangible output for your work. An hour of ironing is an orchid for me. I am grateful for my steam iron and thankful that I don’t have to endure these kinds of things when doing my ironing. I can only imagine that for many women (yes, usually women) in days gone by ironing was not the joyful task I find it today.
Marjorie urges her readers to take care of their clothes and advises that, with the proper level care one would give expensive clothes, cheaper ones can last and wear just as well. I find ironing helps greatly in the maintenance of my wardrobe. I have such close contact with my clothes when ironing that it is really easy to spot when something needs a small repair or when a stubborn stain that washing didn’t tackle needs attention. I find it easier to keep my wardrobe in order when everything looks neat following an ironing session. As Marjorie said, it also seems to ensure that cheaper items last longer because they’re properly cared for.
I will even go so far as to say I iron my tea-towels, because they look nicer in the drawer. I won’t even pretend bedlinen doesn’t get ironed. Who doesn’t enjoy getting into a bed, replete with fresh bedlinen, that looks neat as a pin? Ironing the bedlinen also seems to prevent it from creasing in between changes. Some day, this orchid will be mine. Some day.