The Necklace of Love
I think I went to the cinema once all last year, and now I've been twice in one week. What a mad, heady, whirlwind life I lead. Today I saw Kingsman: The Secret Service, which is tophole entertainment. I've just read a review that describes it as 'a bonkers update of a 60s spy caper', which pretty much sums it up. It is about an independent intelligence agency run by Michael Caine using a bespoke tailor as a front, from which agent Colin Firth is trying to stop Samuel L. Jackson from taking over the world with SIM cards. There's more happening than that, but, basically, if you enjoyed that sentence, you will probably enjoy the film. (One of the trailers before the film was for Fifty Shades of Grey, which, jiminy crickets, looks terrible, and not in a good way.)
Yesterday I went to an antiques and collectibles fair, running in conjunction with a bottle collecting festival. I had not realised quite how many bottles there were to collect. So many bottles. My favourites were the old patent medicine bottles for things like Horse Ointment. That's ointment FOR horses, you understand, not OF horses. It promised to sooth fever, cure glanders and fix pretty much anything else that might ail your horse. Back in the collectibles side of the fair, I splashed out two whole dollars on a ceramic bird whistle. That's a whistle shaped like a bird, not a whistle to lure a bird. It's a whistle, and then you fill it with water and the whistle turns to a chirp instead. So that's fun.
I also bought a book of vintage Patons hat patterns from the 1940s. Ten patterns in all, every last one of which is delightful.
Gretchen: Did I leave the gas on?
Dilys: I'm in the best hat, looking at Clam!
Clam: Perhaps if I look at Elspeth I'll forget my head is being swallowed by a clam.
Elspeth: I need this hat like I need a hole in my head.
Melva 1: Check out my kicky poncho!
Melva 2: I'm taking a basket to grandma's house!
Snuggle: I'm... going ice-skating in my Egyptian-inspired hooded scarf?
Carla: My fierce eyebrow is unimpressed by my vertical hat.
Molly: Male-pattern balding bobbles
Sharleigh: Furious she got the most boring hat.
Janneke: Resigned to wearing the Dutch bonnet, wishing she had any of the others.
Yesterday I went to an antiques and collectibles fair, running in conjunction with a bottle collecting festival. I had not realised quite how many bottles there were to collect. So many bottles. My favourites were the old patent medicine bottles for things like Horse Ointment. That's ointment FOR horses, you understand, not OF horses. It promised to sooth fever, cure glanders and fix pretty much anything else that might ail your horse. Back in the collectibles side of the fair, I splashed out two whole dollars on a ceramic bird whistle. That's a whistle shaped like a bird, not a whistle to lure a bird. It's a whistle, and then you fill it with water and the whistle turns to a chirp instead. So that's fun.
I also bought a book of vintage Patons hat patterns from the 1940s. Ten patterns in all, every last one of which is delightful.
Gretchen: Did I leave the gas on?
Dilys: I'm in the best hat, looking at Clam!
Clam: Perhaps if I look at Elspeth I'll forget my head is being swallowed by a clam.
Elspeth: I need this hat like I need a hole in my head.
Melva 1: Check out my kicky poncho!
Melva 2: I'm taking a basket to grandma's house!
Snuggle: I'm... going ice-skating in my Egyptian-inspired hooded scarf?
Carla: My fierce eyebrow is unimpressed by my vertical hat.
Molly: Male-pattern balding bobbles
Sharleigh: Furious she got the most boring hat.
Janneke: Resigned to wearing the Dutch bonnet, wishing she had any of the others.