Book in a Stack of Light Reading
9.2.10
ink & watercolour illustration, 7" x 8.75" [18 x 22.5cm]
Over Christmas, I was going to catch up on some light reading.
It didn't work. Ok, my reading pile doesn't look exactly like this one. Nor does my chair or wall. Maybe the drink. But you get the general gist of it.
And the reading can wait for one more day ~ after all, I've had two blog awards kindly bestowed upon me, and I couldn't possibly concentrate on a book while I'm still basking in the warm fuzzy afterglow of such honours!
For the "Creative Writer" Blogger Award, I thank dear PopCultureNerd, my go-to person for astute and entertaining reviews of movies, TV and books {and responsible for several feet of my must-read stack}. Please note the quotation marks and resemblance to Pinocchio. Interpret this as you will ~ it's gold and shiny and I'm delighted to accept. Having been awarded this by someone with impeccable punctuation and a pert little nose, I take it as a huge compliment.
And for the pretty pink Kreativ Blogger Award, I thank another of our regulars: dear Mise! Her dry and intelligent wit is not just reserved for blog comments ~ if you haven't already visited her Pretty Far West blog of idyllic domesticity ~ three parts Irish Breakfast Tea and one part Irish Whisky ~ you are missing a treat.
And in the spirit of the Irish Whisky part of proceedings, I shall befuddledly blend both of these award protocols {the exact details of which I'm a bit foggy about anyway} and give you a list of five things about me that you might find amusing or entertaining, but may not actually be true.
- I have freckles and I love them. I frown on the practice of attempting to bleach freckles with lemon juice. Own them, I say.
- I refused to participate in the obligatory running races in our annual primary school sports day until Grade 5, when I ran on a whim and won my race. All were confounded, myself included.
- Our cat Fatso is not fat.
- I grew up in a coal mining town, but I'm not a coal miner's daughter.
- When I was little ~ littler ~ a recording of me playing Greensleeves on the electronic organ was used by one of the local Mr Whippy vans. I was not paid in ice-cream.
