Barnes: where shabby chic is less a decorating choice and more a state of being...

[chaletian]

♥ My bedroom looks as if a bomb has hit it. Admittedly, in many ways it looks better than it did last week, but still, it’s a bit of a shambles. But I now have the lovely mirror I bought last year up, and my new, slightly ridiculous, pink cupid hooks, courtesy of papa Stone. I also put up a couple of my pictures, and it’s all starting to feel more like home. We also have pictures/signs etc up throughout FT – huzzah! It was all feeling rather bland before. I also unpacked some of my hardbacks, despite the fact that my bookcase from home has still failed to materialise, and put them in the little bookcase previously known as ‘yonder crap-holder’.

♥ My parents. I love them very much. But JC on a stick, have they gone off me or something? They seem to be completely unwilling to come and visit. What’s that about? It’s not like they ever *do* anything at the weekend: weekends are, in fact, traditionally spent ironing and cleaning if you’re my mother, and walking and bitching if you’re my father. Sometimes they bop off to York or Harrogate if they’re in the mood. But basically my parents have no social life (this isn’t me being thoughtless, selfish child, honest. They really, really don’t). There is no reason for them not to be able to come, pretty much any given weekend. And yet, they don’t. And frankly it’s starting to piss me off a bit.

♥ Just ate a Krispy Kreme doughnut. I am wearing a black skirt and a black top. I look like the dalmatians after they’ve rolled in the soot and been snowed on.

♥ Katie and I watched actual teevee last night. Actual teevee off the actual teevee machine. I downloaded the first ep of Dexter and we watched that, and then watched the second ep on FX. (I love that channel; so pleased we finally have it.) It is very good; looking forward to the next. Sunday evenings at 10, people!

♥ Off to see MtW being filmed tomorrow, and hopefully Harry Pee on Wednesday, the week to be polished off by some species of Brownie shindig on Friday (Xanthe – do you still need my puffin-shaped input in stuff?).

♥ Next week it’s off to see Wicked avec the Guides. It looks like Katie isn’t going to be able to meet the Guides at Mortlake with me, helas. Are any other of you adults able to get to Mortlake (about 25 mins out of Waterloo) by quarter past six? It would be VASTLY appreciated, as there need to be two adults present to escort yonder children up to London, and though there is enough of me to count for two, technically it doesn’t work that way. Ooh, and I will be sending out an email some time this week with precise instructions on when and where to meet etc, never fear.

♥ Fresh news from the front: according to my grandmother, we need to be ever vigilant for evil, world-dominating twenty(-one)-spotted ladybirds. THEY MUST BE EXTERMINATED! Possibly to blame for world famine, the destruction of the countryside, BSE, and many things besides. We can know no rest until they have all perished…

Comments

[rosyposypie.livejournal.com]

If I get myself on the first train out of Vauxhall after the end of work then I can get to Mortlake for 6.15. Though I will get straight off one train and change platforms and get back on the next. If this would help?

[xanantha.livejournal.com]

Yes please as to the Puffiny input. Otherwise the Brownies will either be starved or will explode from a superabundance of food. And neither would be good...

Possibly I can come out to Mortlake to help escort the Guides. It may be that I bop out to Richmond in the afternoon & amuse myself & then come along to do the escorting because of the immense woe of commuter trains...

Could you set up a specific thingy to force your parentals into coming to visit. Propose to Katie & invite your parents to the engagement party?

xx

[b-liz.livejournal.com]

evil, world-dominating twenty(-one)-spotted ladybirds.

Is there space for any red among the spots?

[mrs-redboots.livejournal.com]

My parentals never visit, either, or only once in a blue moon. I think I could count on the fingers of one hand the times they've been to this flat.

I know why - it's not that they hate me, or that they're old, or anything - it's because my grandmother lived too long and was always round at theirs. So they don't like to come and see us, no matter how much we beg. My mother said once, "If your daughter cleans the sink, she's being helpful - if your mother does it, she's criticising your housekeeping!" So true... I don't visit thyme_slimy without a specific invitation, for that very reason. Different when she was living where we drove past the door once a month - if convenient, we called in for ten minutes - but now she doesn't....