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Sunday, 31 January 2010
'Reve de Luxe'. by J Roger Clifford-Banks. 36 by 48 ins. Private collection UK.
I'm posting this rather poor photo of a painting from 1988 especially for Maiden Luxe. Her Blog http://maidenluxe.blogspot.com/ is a 'must' for lovers of interiors, fashion, style, and all things French. I think Maiden's business is based in Australia, but like all 'true hedonists' she has a home in the beautiful south of France.
Freud had a favourite joke, which is also one of my own favourites.
A young Prince was walking along Oxford Street, when he came face to face with another young man who looked exactly like him. He was so struck by the resemblance that he asked his look-alike 'Did your mother ever work at the palace?'. His double replied 'No, but my father did!'.
I've always liked the jokes in Christmas crackers. Q. Which is the richest country in the world? A. Ireland, because its capital is always Dublin! (doubling)
I mention the above because I've just added another one to my list of favourites. Q. What do you call an underground-train that is filled with scientists? A. A tube of Smarties!
There has been one constant in my life since about 1968; my shoes. Pale beige/grey desert boots have been my choice of footware for over 40 years. I have painted portraits of them, I have buried them with honours, I have trusted in them across many continents. If only I'd kept a photographic diary of every single pair, but sadly not.
Desert boots were the invention of Nathan Clark; he of Clark's Shoes. This year is the 60th anniversary of their birth. Happy birthday shoes. May our mutual adventure continue.
Freddie. He was born in Windsor in '04, lived for a while in Brighton, and is now very much a French cat. He catches mice, sleeps on our bed at night, and like so many cats he spends hours sitting in a hand-basin waiting for us to turn on the tap. Life wouldn't be the same without Freddie.
A THORN BETWEEN TWO ROSES .....
*My husband was cutting down some ferns and asked me to tell him how far to
cut them ..... I went out into the garden with nothing on my feet but flip
3 weeks ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!