A week ago, I went to a cousin's wedding. It was quite good, especially since I seem to be past the age when it's considered socially acceptable to give me a conspiratorial nudge and say "So, when are we going to dance at yours, eh?" It would have been like thousands of other quite-good weddings, if it hadn't been for this one thing...

At some point ( Read more... )

Because it would happen like this:

I'd walk over to the counter and try to climb onto a bar stool. It would be too high for me, so I'd be forced to do it the way I'd climb a ladder, which is not pretty. Next, I'd sit there with dangling feet, probably with a hole or two in my pants.  Then I'd lean over to the counter to order a drink, which would ( Read more... )

For a long time, I've had this faint fascination with the Victorian culture. Not a real liking; just a sort of curiosity, the kind that makes one read related books etc. Why, right now I am wearing a high-necked shirt with a pattern of tiny roses and with lace down the front, and I like pinning my hair back into a (somewhat) neat bun, and I've also ( Read more... )

...or is "Express Burn" a really weird name for a burn spray?? O_O Yet this is what I bought today for my poor leg, which fell victim to the ruthless sun and my own stupidity...

So I had nothing better to do (obviously) and, being in the mood for things related to The Hobbit, decided to look up "Lobelia" on Wikipedia. And there, I found this:

"English names include Lobelia, Asthma Weed, Indian Tobacco, Pukeweed, and Vomitwort."

I have to say I've always been really amused by the fact that the formidable Lobelia S.-B. got ( Read more... )