A treasure hidden in a book

The early summer wasn’t the only surprise I had this week.

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This book was bought in a bookshop in Tonbridge. A floor to ceiling of books, bookshop. A, books in every nut and cranny possible, bookshop. A quaint, but the space is probably substantial if the books towering everywhere didn’t close the place in, bookshop. Such a small and full bookshop that you fear anyone coming the other way for you’ll have to awkwardly breathe in, despite it making you bigger, and squeeze past each other, risking books flying everywhere, bookshop.

Places like that are true gems.

And it’s still on giving..

While reading on my knitting blanket in the garden, completely engrossed, I turned the page and a sheet of paper was neatly folded and tucked into the margin.

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I like to believe someone left a note for the future. I like to believe a whole fairy tale of things that I won’t list, but yes, some of the stories include a secret agent.

I think it was actually someone working out a Christmas card.

Greetings
     ’67

Harry
Bahar

Bahar
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A
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C
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A true treasure from the past.

I slipped it back into my book and continued reading.

 

 

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A quick incense stick holder craft

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Today I thought I’d share my incense stick holder I’ve been using for a few weeks. It’s not the most practical, it makes a total mess, so I usually use it if my surfaces need cleaning anyway.

I won’t be buying a real incense holder, I know I won’t, I haven’t got the room anyway. So this is a nice, quick and easy solution that I came up with and I’m sure I’ll keep with for a long while.

It’s made out of air dry clay. I had some left over after making some moon faces, so I rolled it in a ball and stuck in a peg at an angle.

Once it was dry I painted the bottom part gold and then covered it all in PVA glue.

So that’s that. One of my crafts I use regularly and haven’t thought of sharing before. Thanks for reading!

Knitting the same thing for over 2 years

I could be cruel and post photos of me in sunny Morocco from a long two weeks ago, while it’s currently snowing outside, and that dark temptation played on my mind for a long while.

Instead I listened to the angel on my right shoulder and have decided to share my blanket I’ve been knitting for a few years.

Imagine your face being stroked by the soft material, seeing as it can’t be by the sun.

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I am not a consistent knitter. It’s for me when my fingers are jittery but I don’t want a big project. Also, tends to be when I’m in a bit of a slump and am trying to comfort myself with creative things.

This blanket is like an old friend. I’m not consistent but the blanket is.

 

 

Hand prints for adults

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I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.

Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.

But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.

I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well! 

I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.

(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)

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Even last minute non-plans don’t always go to plan

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To start, you need to understand I am and always have been impulsive.

Not necessarily wild, I’d actually go as far to say I’m rarely wild, but more like a live wire – as I’ve been called in the past. I find routine restricting and as soon as I find I’m in a place of possibly getting ‘comfortable’ I immediately have an urge to do something out of the ordinary. To break that boring slump I can feel engulfing me.

Unfortunately other people don’t feel like this and it’s far less fun by yourself. Sure, I have dragged a load of people to supermarkets in the middle of the night, but the whole time they moaned and couldn’t see the magic in it.

It truly is magic though, that feeling of doing something that ‘you’re not meant to do’, when other people you know aren’t doing it. It’s like being in on a secret. I know something a lot of other people don’t, and for some reason that can transcend into ‘you can go shopping when you ‘should’ be in bed’.

It’s a feeling of freedom, realising that you can actually do anything.

I am very lucky though, in which I have a boyfriend who would never hold me back nor see it as ‘not normal’.

Knowing this you could probably understand why a week after coming home from Marrakesh I had an urge to see the sea and hear sea gulls.

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James had finished a night shift and so slept till 2pm. By 3.30pm we were on our way to Whitsable. Over an hour drive away, with traffic.

The sun had set, it was raining and although I saw sea gulls, they weren’t screaming nor dive bombing us. Which was a shame, made me realise how although there was no plan, I must always make some plan based on my feelings – even if it’s as little as hearing a sea gull. The lack of sun and the on pour of rain didn’t disappoint in the slightest, but the most annoying of all, the sound of screeching birds, that was what I was looking forward to the most.

Also, I do a fantastic sea gull impression, which yes, I did do on the beach.

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We walked along the high street, checked out all the micro pubs we know so well, and headed to the beach.

I bought my Olympus Trip camera out to play. He hasn’t seen the light of day in a long time – my local photo centre shut down so I’m not too sure where they can get developed. Once That’s worked out, I’ll share them but they’re only random shots for myself.

I picked up a stone from the beach, which I always do when I’m.. well, anywhere really. I was meant to touch the calm sea but once I got down to the front I got distracted by how tranquil it was.

It was the same magic as I said before, I knew a secret.

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We went to the pub The Old Neptune, which is on the beach. It often gets flooded, which means the whole building is skewiff and uneven, much like a fun house at a fair. The wooden floor’s are like flowing waves.

You can feel queasy if you have travel sickness (or I suppose balance issues) like me. It can make you feel sick. Sea sick. But the idea that the waves just roll in sometimes and have shaped this building is very cool. And for that very reason I will go back time and time again.

We were in Whitsable for 2 and a half hours before driving to Canterbury (a city I had never visited before and intrigued me so I want to go back) to watch Black Panther at the cinema.

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So that was it, my urge began to fade and I settled down again. I may document more in the future because James and I are always out and about. Thanks for reading!