End as you mean to go on. Or should that be start? We’re on the edge of 2011, staring down the barrel of 2012. I’m wrapping up this mad, tangled year with a cup of tea and a seat by the fire, basking in the glow of twenty-one successful eBay listings and the wonderful news [...]
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Year in review
Posted by Sinéad on December 31, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/year-in-review/
Burnt sugar
Here are a few overused and meaningless words I despise: ~*Fabulous*~ Festive Fresh Free Fierce Why do they all begin with F? It makes my blood boil that anything remotely feminine deemed worthy for advertisement is either fabulous or glamorous or drowning in sequins. Festive is so liberally applied to anything within five metres of a [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 26, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/burnt-sugar/
Viareggio
What drowned in the sea off the edge of Viareggio was not just a man but hope. Shy scribe in me knows I never will sow words wound with legacy, like those left so long ago. Centuries, my love. Centuries have been but strength remains, power lives in all he says and said to me, in [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 18, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/viareggio/
I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight. I hereby bring to an end the brief but painful episode in my life known as TOOTHSAGA. The damn thing’s out. The experience, on the whole, was ghastly. Needless to say I shouldn’t have gone into work, but money is an unfortunate necessity, so I did. I’m [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 15, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/i-have-drunken-deep-of-joy/
Maisy runs
Maisy in the graveyard in her very best dress, soles slapping off gravel pathways, head twisting this way and that, hungrily seeking one she loved best. She’s here on a Sunday with mother in tow, red ribbon in her hair matching the velvet skirts and sleeves, tears in her eyes because she knows what she’ll [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 1, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/maisy-runs/
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