words (and type) I've been liking.

Saturday, July 26

All found via Pinterest, but I've tried to trace down the image sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

There are lots of others I like... but I don't quite trust the attribution. E.g. 'In case you ever foolishly forget; I am never not thinking of you' are lovely words with a nice rhythm that apparently belong to Virginia Woolf. I'd like her to have said them... but when I tried to hunt down the exact source of them in her writing the trail went cold (I'm going to keep looking though). 

Ditto to: 'And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music'. I like the sentiment, but this quote is attributed to Friedrich Nietzsche. They might be his words but, from what I've read about him, I'm not sure they're a very Nietzsche-ish thing to say. If anyone knows otherwise though, then do let me know

I smiled.

Tuesday, July 22

The other morning in the cafe, while I was wiping a table clean, I overheard a customer saying the word shenanigans to his son. 

‘He’s been up to his usual shenanigans...’

Shenanigans is a good enough word in itself (in fact, I’d forgotten all about it till I heard him using it. I want to try and slip it into a sentence soon). What made the word even better was the customer’s accent

He’s got a voice that sounds a little like Sean Connery (in that he prnounshesh hish wordsh like thish – by way of an exshplanashion). So the word actually came out like: she-nani-ginsshhh.

I smiled.

[These pictures are from my birthday earlier this month. While I wasn’t completely excited about turning 23 (I don’t feel tall enough to merit the age), I was glad about saying goodbye to being 22 (my least favourite year so far). And it was such a lovely day. 

Going to a Play, a Pie and a Pint at the Oran Mor, wandering round the Botanic Gardens, hearing the rain hissing on the glass roof (for just a few minutes), eating a delicious picnic that my Mum had wrapped in brown paper and string (Salad Ni├žoise tiger-bread baguettes; goats’ cheese, pecan and roast pepper sandwiches; hummus, tomato and avocado thins; Italian lemonade; Kettle crisps; strawberries...) 

...catching sight of a black butterfly with whispering wings, sitting on a picnic rug in the park watching wedding photographers, enjoying a big fried breakfast-for-dinner back at home (why not?). A day full of eating: my favourite sort.]

(Listening to Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps by Doris Day while writing this today.)

noticing light

Tuesday, July 1

Light and shadows. They make me catch my breath.

Our kitchen table in spring .. the dipping light of June as seen through a pine cone .. Paisley Gilmore Street Station .. the Royal College Building at Strathclyde .. a line of light at Wemyss Bay station .. Sonny and Vito's in Glasgow (lemon polenta cake, decaf latte, pink lemonade.. my brother's room .. my room pre-tidy .. waiting for the bus. All snapped on my iPhone, first posted on my instagram feed (@teaandascone).
by mlekoshi