Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label literature. Show all posts

Monday, 17 July 2017

Kelly Ann and Pennywise

Did you miss me? Andy's been on holiday so I purposely stayed off line for
my own little holiday. 

For now, a quick outfit post which I forgot to post before Andy finished work. The place is in chaos and I want to get it back in order before I can even think about putting together new posts and reading blogs. 

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Andy's choice on this day, Lindy Bop's 'Kelly Ann'.
I am so annoyed as either I have, ahem, increased in size up top, or this dress has shrunk.
Either way, it's definitely shorter than when I last wore it, a year ago (whoops!). 

Compare, contrast.
This year ...

Last year.
I added the broderie anglais trim to the hem, to make it this long as it was of course, too short, and now, although it fits well everywhere else, it feels too tight across my bust and is obviously much shorter.

Back to this year.

It is a pretty dress though, this is more typically the sort of dress I'd choose for myself, if I wasn't taking Andy's advice and jumping out of my comfort zone print and colour wise.

Pink and white chiffon hair scarves - charity shop and gift
Metal flower earrings - Accessorize
Dress- Lindy Bop 'Kelly Ann'
Petticoat - eBay
Shoes - retail

So, the past fortnight has seen lots of day trips which I'm looking forward to writing about here and I picked up a long neglected book to read ... Stephen King's 'It'. You may recall, I purchased this as my October read last year, but I always have difficulties with King's novels. Initially they are hard for me to get into and then suddenly, I am hooked and can't put them down and wade through huge swathes of the book in one sitting.

Short story:
This year there is a new adaptation of 'It' and the child actors were warned about how scary Pennywise was, as they weren't to see him until they were on set, so there would be a true sense of terror stemming from their first encounter. They insisted they were professionals and it would all be okay ... until they saw him that is and they were all terrified!

2017 Pennywise Vs 1990 Pennywise
Who's scarier?

Likewise, I was pre-warned that if I wasn't scared of clowns before reading 'It', I would be after and much like the child actors, I pooh-poohed this as it was only a book. Wrong! I am now starting to get a little spooked by clowns. Also, Andy said to me the other day while in the kitchen, "There's a balloon out here" and instead of thinking, "Oh, hot air balloon", which it was, I was automatically thinking of Pennywise and his red balloons. So that's clowns and balloons. Thank you Mr King, I very much appreciate it!

But for now, onward to domesticity! The bed is covered (no exaggeration) in clothes to be ironed, which I chose to ignore as it was my holiday too and I also got diagnosed with BPPV (Benign paroxysmal positional vertigo) which on top of my permanent lack of balance and daily dizziness, has been enormous fun (she said sarcastically). So, I didn't really want to be stood at an ironing board in hot weather, with the sensation that someone was pushing me over.

So, I'm off, bye bye lovelies!

Thursday, 11 May 2017

New In Folly Bird's Nest

There have been a small handful of newcomers to the nest of late, so I thought I would round it all up in one post.

Scarf from Mim!
I have worn this pretty much every time I have been out and worn my heavier winter jacket.
I have some weird affliction with my neck and shoulder, and have done for years. Every single thing that touches my skin there hurts, not irritates, hurts, and this scarf shields my delicate skin wonderfully.
Thank you again Mim!

And yes, the duvet cover does have bunnies on it!

Peignoir from Vix at Kinky Melon.
Oops, creasy-a-go-go!
I love vintage nightwear and have yet to be caught off guard and had to answer the door in some flammable little number. I can just imagine Andy's workmates reaction (he's a postie if you didn't know) if I did answer the door in a nylon ensemble with my diamante trimmed mules to take in a parcel!
Anyway, as this is just the peignoir and not a matching set, I want to make a black chiffon baby doll nightie to wear underneath as the red will be just too difficult to match!

Carniival glass cups.
I have two of these ornate beauties, given to me by my friend Rachel. Aren't they incredible!
I'm wondering if they were punch cups.
I have now run out of room in my glass cabinet, which really gives me the excuse to have a second, surely.

Dorian 💖
I have another copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray!
I saw a company were pulping classic book covers and once I saw this, I knew I had to have it!
Isn't the cover fun! I also love the blue edging to the pages.
I waited a ridiculous time for this to arrive, as it sat in order placed mode for five days, then was dispatched just short of the Easter weekend and when it did turn up I was concussed and not in the frame of mind to read.

My new to me shoes which are ridiculously comfortable. I can walk to town in them easily. Take a turn around the supermarket, though tile floors are a little hairy, as I don't have much grip! I even walked up the long gravel drive to Uppark in them and around the house too.

I go and see Meirionwen in them also. See.
See that I also look like I am fifty feet tall.

Attack of the Fifty Foot Folly Bird!
The only thing that can stop her is a flopsy eared bunny rabbit!

Belle. The floppity eared bunny who caused my concussion.

But I am not, very good at running in them. I discovered this when opening a barn door and the wind caught it like a sail and pushed me along, fast. I had to jump over a lump of concrete with a humungous door pushing me faster than was comfortable. I almost got squished against a brick wall like a character from an ACME cartoon.

They cost me the grand sum of £7.55. Very random price, but I wasn't complaining.

They were unmarked on the sole but looked a little worse for wear on the actual patent parts, but I know patent marks easily and think they were purchased, found uncomfortable by the previous owner and then thrown in with other things or something, as they have indentation marks here and there, but their loss in my gain as they are, as I said, so comfortable!

Except for the day I wore them after I had been taken for a walk to a local bluebell wood (post coming soon!) and was forced into my ballet flats ... I was also a wee bit concussed, so it was a safer bet that I wore flat shoes.

Those pesky flat shoes all but crippled me! I have very narrow feet and they were always threatening to fall off, were rubbing up and down and when I tried to return to my heels, the damage had been done and I was unable to actually walk properly and was housebound without shoes for the rest of the week as I had blisters on the balls of my feet

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Five Favourite ... Literary Characters

Today I should like to ramble at length about my favourite literary characters and so without further ado ...

At number five ... Persuasion's Captain Wentworth.

Captain Wentworth is the one Jane Austen character that makes my heart flutter. I prefer him to Colonel Brandon and certainly to Mr Darcy. I am not unconvinced this is because of who portrayed him in the BBC adaptation - Rupert Penry-Jones, who I absolutely only like in period dramas. Put him in modern clothing and I am utterly and completely disinterested.

Captain Frederick Wentworth is a fictional character in the novel Persuasion written by Jane Austen. He is the prototype of the new gentleman in the 19th century: a self-made man who makes his fortune by hard work rather than inheritance.


At number four ... Christine.
Yes, the car Christine.

Little is known about beautiful, misunderstood Christine's past, except that she was the property of retired war-veteran Roland D. LeBay. I fell in love with her on sight and despite red being my favourite colour, I would never entertain a red car other than a 1958 Plymouth Fury.

Nobody knows exactly where Christine came from; in the movie, it is suggested that Christine was bad from the start, because she crushes a man's hand with her hood and kills another after he drops a cigar ash on her seat, all while she was being built.

In the book, it is suggested that she may be possessed by the ghosts of Roland LeBay's family; his daughter choked in the backseat- later information reveals that LeBay deliberately left his daughter in the back seat of the car, speculated by Dennis to be him attempting to sacrifice his daughter to Christine-, and his wife committed suicide inside her front seat.

Either one suggests that she could have been bad to the bone even before those, and that she killed LeBay's daughter, rather than LeBay's family possessing the car.

In the book, it is heavily implied that LeBay himself has possessed the car, though this is rather unclear. It's also hinted that she absorbs the souls of her victims, such as LeBay's family or Repperton's gang.

What is known, however, is that she becomes extremely attached to her owners, and kills those who she sees as a threat to her relationship. She also makes her owners become obsessed with her, and kills anybody who may be hurting them. She also possesses the power of regeneration, allowing her to repair any damage sustained in her independent rampages. However, it is unclear if this ability was limited at first; Arnie did some repair work on Christine when he originally purchased her, but she was shown repairing some damage on her own, making it unclear if she genuinely needed Arnie to work on her at first or if she was merely trying to 'blend in'.


At number three ... Jane Eyre's Mr Rochester.

Edward Fairfax Rochester: The master of Thornfield Hall. A Byronic hero, he is tricked into making an unfortunate first marriage to Bertha Mason many years before he meets Jane, with whom he falls madly in love.

In the world of period dramas, Mr Darcy seems to set most womens hearts racing but I have always far preferred Mr Rochester to Mr Darcy. For a start, I couldn't put up with a moody, brooding individual such as Darcy in real life. I can appreciate him on paper and on screen, yes, but in real life, no. He would drive me spare. I need humour and that comes with Rochester, he amuses me.


At number two ... Harry Flashman.

I know many, especially women, will loathe and detest Sir Harry Paget Flashman VC, KCB, KCIE. I take him as he is, warts and all. He is tremendous fun.

Created by George MacDonald Fraser, Flashman  is based on the character "Flashman" in Tom Brown's School Days, a semi-autobiographical work by Thomas Hughes. In Hughes' 1857 book, Flashman, a relatively minor character, is portrayed as a notorious bully at Rugby School who persecutes Tom Brown, and who is finally expelled for drunkenness.

Harry Flashman appears in a series of 12 of Fraser's books, collectively known as The Flashman Papers. Fraser decided to write Flashman's memoirs, in which the school bully would be identified with an "illustrious Victorian soldier" experiencing many 19th-century wars and adventures and rising to high rank in the British Army, acclaimed as a great soldier, while remaining "a scoundrel, a liar, a cheat, a thief, a coward—and, oh yes, a toady."

Fraser's Flashman is an antihero who often runs from danger in the novels. Nevertheless, through a combination of luck and cunning, he usually ends each volume acclaimed as a hero.


At number one ... Dorian Gray.

I first read The Picture of Dorian Gray (my favourite book) in the nineties and developed a huge crush on Dorian.
Honestly, I thought he was the absolute bees knees.
The cats pyjamas.
The cats meow.
I simply adored him. Adore him.
We even had a reading at our wedding from the book.

However, no film version of Dorian ever hit the mark for me. For a start they were all dark and Dorian is always portrayed as having fair hair and oh, this annoyed me!
But a Dorian with the wrong hair colour who looks the part in a good version is far superior to a correct hair coloured Dorian in a bad portrayal and adaptation.

Along came Penny Dreadful and oh my, Dorian may have dark hair but be still my heart, he is Dorian. He is perfection.

Dorian Gray is the subject of a full-length portrait in oil by Basil Hallward, an artist who is impressed and infatuated by Dorian's beauty; he believes that Dorian's beauty is responsible for the new mode in his art as a painter. Through Basil, Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, and he soon is enthralled by the aristocrat's hedonistic worldview: that beauty and sensual fulfilment are the only things worth pursuing in life.

Newly understanding that his beauty will fade, Dorian expresses the desire to sell his soul, to ensure that the picture, rather than he, will age and fade. The wish is granted, and Dorian pursues a libertine life of varied and amoral experiences, while staying young and beautiful; all the while his portrait ages and records every sin.


Before I go, I do apologise for not commenting on your blogs, I have been rather poorly these past weeks and am only just getting back on my feet now.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Folly Come Lately

It's been a little while since I have looked in here, long enough so that the blogger dashboard has changed.
Tis Confusion!

So, what's been going on in Folly Bird land?

Well I finally watched Home Fires. Twice. Once when I was recovering from the flu and then again when Andy expressed an interest. I really enjoyed it.
My favourite characters were Alison ...

.. and Marek. Andy guessed he would be my favourite male character based on his accent and his boots! I asked him why he thought I wasn't taken with any of the RAF types, he assured me they weren't my thing! It seems I am nothing if not predictable!

In other telly news, I completely went off Poldark, though Caroline's red riding outfit, oh my! Andy called me in from the kitchen just to see it! Now THAT is how you go horse riding! I have long wanted to go horse riding and would love to turn up at a riding centre dressed like this! Can you imagine this glorious riding outfit alongside the jeans, practical footwear and terribly boring jackets I so often see on the horse riders we slow for on the lanes around this way?

I also enjoyed The Victorian Slum, chicken plucking aside, and finally saw all of Ripper Street. To say I was left traumatised would be an understatement. I am still sad. The previous series they took Fred Best away and now, now they take Drake away????? What is going on with the world!

Just a couple of note of late, last years cinema release of Krampus. I stress cinema release as there were others at the same time, which apparently are rubbish and went straight to DVD. This was the Toni Collette version. Funny, horrifying, cosy, it managed all three magnificently.

Also I stumbled across a Christmas film called Wishin' & Hopin' At Christmas. It stars Molly Ringwald and Chevy Chase narrates. It is set in the early sixties and has a real feel of the film adaptation of Jean Shepherd's book In God We Trust, A Christmas Story, which I love. I loved Wishin' & Hopin' so much that I looked for it on DVD but have had absolutely no luck.

There have been pies: one cherry, one apple and for Halloween, pumpkin. Yum.
Also cherry crumble and mini cherry pies.

And things have been on the move. My glass cabinet which resided in the bedroom has been moved into the living room, so I can see all my beautiful glass on a day to day basis and not just at bedtime.

I have collected coloured glass since I was in my teens and purchased every single tea set I saw for no more than £4. Annoyingly I haven't seen a coloured glass tea set for years. In fact I rarely see coloured glass at all and when I do, it's usually completely over priced.

Some soft focus pictures of things after the move.

The dish the cup is sat in is carnival glass and was my nan's.

This beauty of a carnival glass bowl was a charity shop find, isn't it a beauty!
Although it is actually more vibrant in real life.

More like this ...

The green glass is Arcoroc, the blue is by another French company, name beginning with V I believe ... the sweet cut glass smoked set, has no makers name.

This 1950's sundae dish set was found in an antique shop for about £7.

 I shall have to photograph things properly.

Unfortunately the lovely carnival glass bowl Mim was sending me arrived broken. Not simply cracked or chipped, it was absolutely shattered into tiny pieces, which made me sad. Sad enough that Andy whisked the box away and hid it from me as I was getting wibbly about the whole thing. But, lovely Mim also sent me a beautiful silk Laura Ashley scarf which I have worn every time I have gone out.

I tried to read all of Stephen King's IT during October. I failed miserably, partly due to flu and then migraines and then various other things. I think it'll take me the rest of the year to get through the thing, have you seen how big that book is? Actually, it's December now ... I don't fancy my chances. I tried to read some in the car the other day when we were visiting Meirionwen and Andy came up to ask me something, approaching from behind the car and scared the living daylights out of me and I haven't even got to the scary stuff yet!

Not only am I lapping up repeats of Friends, I have also recently got back in touch with someone I haven't seen for twenty years. It was nerve-wracking meeting up again, as it had been so long but once I met her off the train, the years melted away and we picked up where we left off. It's nice to have her back in my life again after so long. We still have much in common, including in an ever changing world, the same views which is wonderfully refreshing, as I often find myself floundering along in life, feeling I just plopped down from some alien place with people barking, "You believe what? What do you mean you don't like such and such??? You're letting the side down Melanie! How dare you!"
We're going to go to the zoo together this month, so that'll be fun.

And speaking of the telly version of Friends, I am only now noticing the 90's fashions. I have seen countless repeats but am only just seeing the very distinct styles of the era. I suppose Friends and Clueless best sum up the nineties.

Crochet has been the name of the game in this area of my life.
My granny squares, well some of them.

Random Sightings
Traction Engine just pootling along the dual carriageway near here.

Of Blogging
My health has taken a right old battering these past couple of years, so as I don't ever know how things are going to be for me on the health front and as I don't want to abandon my blog, I will be approaching things a little differently than before.

Saturday, 9 April 2016

And It All Went A Bit Stephen King

I have mentioned before that Meirionwen shares her sleeping quarters with a Buick Eight among other classics. 
Collecting her is an absolute breeze, taking her back is a bit spooky when you have an overactive imagination, as I do. It's my job to unlock the doors of the building and close them. Often times I am stood outside while Andy faffs around with our other car as the main door needs holding open.

There I stand, alone outside in the darkening night, unfamiliar noises surrounding me. I look back inside the building and see a host of dead headlights looking back at me. Somewhere very near I hear a creaking as though someone has their full weight on a creaking metal gate. There they wait, leaning and rocking back and forth in the gloaming, just waiting, waiting, waiting, while the quiet cars stare back at me, their dead lights a picture of resentment: when is it their turn to leave?

But then that's me and my imagination for you, though the dark is real, and the cars are real and yes, the creaking is all too real. I have absolutely been delving into the world of Stephen King, so it's part and parcel I suppose!

Anyway, I thought you might like to see some more pictures of our little Welsh lady.
We took her for a spin to The Fountain in Ashurst recently. 
She's still turning heads wherever she goes!

Don't you just love her interior!
Note, no sun visors.

I also love her map light, so cute, and her dinky little windscreen wipers.

I absolutely love these lights!

Some James Bond action here for you.

Looking good for a fifty three year old wouldn't you say.