Happy New Year! I can still say that, right? I reckon any time in January is fair game. The beginning of a new year is an interesting vantage point to look back on the previous one. When you’re “in” the year, in the thick of whatever’s going on in your life, the days and weeks... Continue Reading →
I’ve gotten so lax with posting regularly. It’s more difficult than I thought, this blogging malarkey. Certainly, it’s far more time-consuming. I keep telling myself that I should write shorter posts – if I spend less time writing them, I’d surely write more. And they’d be quicker to read, which, I’m told, is The Key... Continue Reading →
This is a short post to announce that, as of last week*, I am now the exceptionally proud and delighted owner of one authentic 1960’s typewriter. For someone who endeavours to fill their life with as many attractive clichés as possible, the mere fact of ownership is enough to please all by itself. The thought... Continue Reading →
Adventures of an Anglaise 