My thinking cap
While writing her dissertation, my best friend K (whose hen party I attended a couple of weekends back) could often been seen wearing her writing cap. It was an ugly pink wool thing, but she swore it helped her get into the right frame of mind.
I used to favour a dressing gown and fingerless gloves. This being proper student digs, it was initially a more efficient way of fending off frostbite than turning on the heating. Nowaday, however, if I really want to knuckle down, I still tend to go in seach of my lace gloves. The scruffy black pair that always reminded me of the old woman who ran the junk shop in Last of the Summer Wine are gone, replaced by some scraps of white lace that always make me hanker for a parasol and cucumber sandwiches, and are usually teamed with a cigarette holder (which hasn't been used in earnest since university) and a glass of glass of something fortified. P knows to be quiet when I tie my hair back and start to dress up.
What I guess I wondering is: do any of my flist have thinking caps, real or metaphorical? Writer's gloves? Teacups of inspiration? Dressing gowns of whimsy?
Do you have to sit on a certain cushion, by a certain window? Can you not function without an Earl Grey and Jazz FM?
I'm honestly intrigued.
I used to favour a dressing gown and fingerless gloves. This being proper student digs, it was initially a more efficient way of fending off frostbite than turning on the heating. Nowaday, however, if I really want to knuckle down, I still tend to go in seach of my lace gloves. The scruffy black pair that always reminded me of the old woman who ran the junk shop in Last of the Summer Wine are gone, replaced by some scraps of white lace that always make me hanker for a parasol and cucumber sandwiches, and are usually teamed with a cigarette holder (which hasn't been used in earnest since university) and a glass of glass of something fortified. P knows to be quiet when I tie my hair back and start to dress up.
What I guess I wondering is: do any of my flist have thinking caps, real or metaphorical? Writer's gloves? Teacups of inspiration? Dressing gowns of whimsy?
Do you have to sit on a certain cushion, by a certain window? Can you not function without an Earl Grey and Jazz FM?
I'm honestly intrigued.