Tulip Cheeks

Id really like to invent something that would tell people already asleep, what time their other halves get home from a Cricket Anual general Meeting and creep into the spare room.

Bring back Glow Worms!

You can imagine my joy this morning when I spotted the very same glow worm I used to own - tied to the tow bar of a ute.

This glow worm forged a friendship with my still to this day best friend Riesen. We were on brownie camp and her evil twin was bullying her in the other dorm. She moved into mine and I squeezed my glow worm - who in turn lit up to give a very comforting glow across the bunkbeds as if to say - 'its ok, Im here for you'. Her glow work glowed back in gratitude and relief.

That same brownie trip we got to decorate the next doors scout leaders body with Brown Owls make up (at her request). Alarm bells werent raised until my Gran received a letter from me telling her what id been up to on brownie camp. i think it went something like this....

Dear Gran,

Thanks for the five pounds you gave me for brownie camp. I bought a frizbee.

Having a great time. Today we decorated the scout leaders body with Brown Owls make up. Catherine painted lipstick faces on his knees and I put mascara on his leg hair.

Love TC

P.S. Why do you sing so loud in Church?

Brown owl shoulda been a bit nicer to me had she known that Grans cousin was actually the Chief of Guides for the whole of Great Britain. Yeah, Cous got a call and then Brown owl got a visit.  I didnt stay at Brownies too long after that and turned my attention to May pole dancing instead.

I think with all this nostalgia trend and people looking to their past for comfort during times of recession and hope for the future they should bring Glow worms back. Even the little ones (which I still have one of).

Third one in from the left at the top. And my niece (whos only 3 years my junior) had the one middle bottom. We used to heat them up on the bulb of a lamp and pretend to iron our clothes. Our family love ironing and swear they were washer women in previous lives. nice.

Im off to look on ebay for one.

This was my first car....

It cost £50 and was brought from my Dad's boss's wifes father. I named him William, he was French and also a homosexual. I talked to him with a french lilt, and he responded with a loving purr. Apart from when his clutch pedal fell off and rolled under my seat, and William and I rolled backwards and waited for BOB to come tow us home.

His uniqueness and temprimental-ness was intriguing. He was bronze. I stuck big flower stickers on him (I was art art college - although thats no excuse) I painted the dash rainbow stripes and my sister got me cow fur seat covers for my 17th Birthday. Bob wouldnt let me put the furry steering wheel cover on till I passed my test - I had to FEEL the car.

William and I didnt really venture further than a 25 mile radius. together we managed to run into one pedestrian, slide sideways down a hill towards a lake, lose whole cassettes through the hole under my seat and just have adventures every time we left home. (the pedestrian - she fell on my bonnet, i was crawling non stop from a side road to a main road - there was nothing coming so I kept crawling. Williams out of reach windscreen had got rather dirty and I didn't see a pedestrian halfway across the road. I stopped. She ran off - cant have been than injured i thought.)

Anyway, theres a reason for my first car tales. Williams uniqueness was a challenge for a first car. His indicators were to the left like most cars, but were on like a coke can shape thing, along with all my impliments like lights, horn and wipers. This was the 'hub' so to speak. He had 4 gears which was a miricle if i found them as it was similar to stirring thick soup - the knob would find its home eventually. William was only supposed to go 86mph maximum - it said so in his manual. I got to 86 once and he shook for a week. Have i mentioned he was gold? When the clutch pedal fell off the bolt had snapped off leaving the remainer STUCK in position. Bob tapped into its centre and slowly managed to get it out in one piece - a mean feat, and something Brian from the garage said he would actively shy away from.

William didnt like puddles and would konk out in the slightest puddle. He went through a tricky faze of having to be jump started - handy when you live in a student house in Leeds- on the most crime stricken street in Europe at the time. No f*ckers gonna steal my car.

Bob once said - if you can drive that car - you can drive anything. And thats kinda how I feel about my job at the moment. Nuff said?

 

Zim and Zou

Hey everyone,

Ive been looking after this really cute work experience student at work the last two weeks and hes been sharing with me some really cool websites. This one is especially for old Tigerprint chums (who didnt make it to my picnic).

These French graphic artists are really skilled in the art of paper cutting and make wonderful replicas of game boys, and do the most wonderful typography with paper.

Check them out at Zim and Zou.

Mungo and Maude

 

I stumbled across this gorgeous corduroy cat bed on a great website called Mungo and Maude.

Its now the exciting part of my job where I get to scour the globe for cool things and decide if I can take inspiration and do something wonderfully cool for my company. 

Im just about to email Mr TC with this image to inspire him to allow me to get TWO cats when we do finally get residency to live in this wonderful country (hes a dog person at the moment and he doesn't know it yet, but hes about to convert).

I also love the name Maude and its mine and his affectionate name for each other - along with Dave. (it keeps things interesting for eaves-droppers)

Ive got a little bit of a migraine today as Ive been working extremely hard for the last 5 ish months. Even though we had out little Yorkshire break, I just haven't been able to relax the old back of neck muscles and its starting to take its toll. I just want to climb into a human size one of these cat beds and sleep for at least a week.