moments

I greatly miss my scanner, especially because I take most of my pictures with analogue cameras these days.

oh oh oh

Recently...
...essays and breakfast at the same time
...the last trees turned green, finally
...blossoms, blossoms, blossoms
...made good use of the film section of the library, but was disappointed by House of Mirth (though not surprised at my disappointment)
...solitary walks
...comfort music

weekend away

A weekend in the commuter belt. I had no idea that it could be that nice. I guess I'd always imagined it as rows and rows of identical houses.
I wish I had taken more pictures, but at the same time I'm glad I didn't. It was a great weekend.

Person A: "So who's reading Nancy Mitford?"
Person B: "Me."
Person C: "In case you hadn't guessed, the book on quantum mechanics is mine."

It's true, I've been reading Nancy Mitford and it has left me puzzled. Charmed, yet bored at the same time. I didn't know that was possible. The Pursuit of Love was funny, I did like it, but I found Love in a Cold Climate a bit pointless. However, I did like this bit:

"No aimless dalliance hand in hand beneath warm skies for poor English lovers who, if circumstances drive them to making love out-of-doors, are obliged to choose between the sharp brisk walk and the stupefying stuffiness of the cinema."

How true.

on being a spoiled Southerner

Pictures from last summer, a.k.a. the best summer I've had so far.
When you're happy because you only had to wear one jumper that day - indoors - then you know that something is wrong. I'm finding it increasingly hard to tolerate the fact that I'm not running around in shorts.

to sleep, to dream

I've been having trouble sleeping. Nightmares upon nightmares.

1. I'm only sleeping.
2. Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in.
3. Sleeping when the day breaks.

you could be cast in marble, dear

It had seemed to him as if they were two creatures slowly turning to marble in each other's presence, while their hearts were conscious and their eyes were yearning.
George Eliot - Middlemarch

I must say that I have hardly come across a fictional relationship as romantic and at the same time as realistic as the one between Dorothea and Will Ladislaw. I say 'realistic' because I have felt exactly like Will does on more than one occasion in the past six months.

beginnings

I spent part of the weekend in Edinburgh, hung out with lovely friends and walked from one café to the next to read Middlemarch. It was great. I like it when I'm so familiar with a place that I don't feel like I have to go off and do exciting things. It's perfectly fine for me to seek out all the places that I know I like.

Here are two interesting things that you should check out:
1. I was wondering why there were drought warnings in England even though it has rained a lot recently. Today I came across this story: "(...) only a fraction of the rain which fell over the weekend is collected – and the rest runs out to sea." Whoah!
2. Upon reading the latest post on Miss Moss, I was pleased and a little surprised when I realised that my friend Caitlin is the model in this lookbook. So strange to suddenly discover a familiar face that you haven't seen in years on the internet.