15 February 2008
Les Choses Laineuses
My mother was trying to translate "Woolly Stuff" and she came up with les choses laineuses, which I think sounds really nice!
14 February 2008
Hackney City Farm
On Sunday, we walked through the Columbia Road Flower Market, and then kept walking, about another 10 minutes, and we happened upon the Hackney Borough city farm. Half an hours' walk from my flat!
It's really lovely. There are chickens wandering around everywhere, and there's a nice little garden too.
This rooster is not really trying to step on the other chicken's head. It's just a trick of the lens. Ah perspective, eh?
I love the white chicken's leggings:
There were also pigs, but I didn't take pictures because I was a little scared of them. They were bigger than I am! Let sleeping pigs lie, I always say. But, there were cows (yearlings, probably), sheep, goats, a beautiful donkey, and geese. The donkey just kept walking around the periphery from person to person, and would stay as long as someone was petting him, and then the second it stopped he'd move on. He was a real cuddle whore, I have to say.
I wonder what happens to the wool after they shear the sheep? I guess I'll have to find out! The farm sold eggs, but I didn't see any wool anywhere.
Today is the first day where it's not warm and sunny. Still, I can't complain: compared to what I've heard the weather in NYC is right now, it's still mild here by comparison.
There's a school down the street from my flat, so if I'm here around mid-day, I can hear the kids playing, and it's a really nice sound.
It's really lovely. There are chickens wandering around everywhere, and there's a nice little garden too.
This rooster is not really trying to step on the other chicken's head. It's just a trick of the lens. Ah perspective, eh?
I love the white chicken's leggings:
There were also pigs, but I didn't take pictures because I was a little scared of them. They were bigger than I am! Let sleeping pigs lie, I always say. But, there were cows (yearlings, probably), sheep, goats, a beautiful donkey, and geese. The donkey just kept walking around the periphery from person to person, and would stay as long as someone was petting him, and then the second it stopped he'd move on. He was a real cuddle whore, I have to say.
I wonder what happens to the wool after they shear the sheep? I guess I'll have to find out! The farm sold eggs, but I didn't see any wool anywhere.
Today is the first day where it's not warm and sunny. Still, I can't complain: compared to what I've heard the weather in NYC is right now, it's still mild here by comparison.
There's a school down the street from my flat, so if I'm here around mid-day, I can hear the kids playing, and it's a really nice sound.
11 February 2008
First knitting store sighting
We were down in Brighton visiting my sister-in-law, and we went to the Saturday market in nearby Shoreham. As I blithely walked along, all of a sudden, there it was...
There were shelves and shelves full of Rowan yarns. I only had £5 on me, so I only would have been able to buy one skein of something, something like a lovely burnt orange tweed - so I just bought some pins to block my pinwheel cape.
In Shoreham bay, there were all these crazy houseboats, and lots of gigantic cats.
Sunset in Brighton:
In my neighborhood, walking from my flat towards Old Street:
At a café, Brick Lane. It's hard to see in this shot, but the lamps all have paper cups attached to them.
Other knitting news: in a happy coincidence, I went up to London Fields yesterday, and found yet another knitting shop (though it was closed for a knitting lesson), Fabrications, and peering in the window, I recognized the woman because she had been in my yoga class last Wednesday! Isn't that funny?
There were shelves and shelves full of Rowan yarns. I only had £5 on me, so I only would have been able to buy one skein of something, something like a lovely burnt orange tweed - so I just bought some pins to block my pinwheel cape.
In Shoreham bay, there were all these crazy houseboats, and lots of gigantic cats.
Sunset in Brighton:
In my neighborhood, walking from my flat towards Old Street:
At a café, Brick Lane. It's hard to see in this shot, but the lamps all have paper cups attached to them.
Other knitting news: in a happy coincidence, I went up to London Fields yesterday, and found yet another knitting shop (though it was closed for a knitting lesson), Fabrications, and peering in the window, I recognized the woman because she had been in my yoga class last Wednesday! Isn't that funny?
10 February 2008
05 February 2008
More pictures
First of all, yesterday's culprit:
Still, yum!
And then my day in pictures...
mmm... muesli...
Some shots from the café in the square around the corner from our flat:
White Cube
And finally, yesterday:
Today!
Sorry for the blurry pictures. I need a new camera. However, that's last in line. Today I got a yoga mat, because I'm going to yoga on Wednesday.
Still, yum!
And then my day in pictures...
mmm... muesli...
Some shots from the café in the square around the corner from our flat:
White Cube
And finally, yesterday:
Today!
Sorry for the blurry pictures. I need a new camera. However, that's last in line. Today I got a yoga mat, because I'm going to yoga on Wednesday.
04 February 2008
London so far...
The day we arrived, we cleaned for about four hours and then went up to Dalston Junction, for supplies.
I don't remember what we did Saturday. Cleaned some more and shopped some more, I think. At night, we went out for a drink, and compared to EVERY other girl I saw, I wasn't nearly dressed up enough. Note to self: time to go clothes shopping.
Sunday, I forgot the camera, but we went to the Columbia Road flower market, which is great. It's about three blocks of flowers, and then all these great shops along the side, where you can get great coffee, and lovely French cheese. I got some, and even though it's wrapped up and in the fridge, the flat smells like cheese. This is a good smell to me, but others might not feel the same. I unthinkingly put the chocolate right next to the cheese, and that means that the chocolate smelled stinky, but tasted like chocolate. Perversely, perhaps, I enjoyed it. There are shops that sell second-hand clothing, jewelry, baked goods. One store had really cool maps. One shop sold soaps that were £22 each (that's about $44!!!). I checked the ingredients, and there was no indication that the soap was magical, or that it was partially made from gold, or that it contained pieces of some relic.
We got these flowers for our window ledge:
Then we walked up the canal from Shoreditch (our neighborhood) to the Angel.
Finally, back home doing some work.
Some other nice things about London: the spinach is so fresh, I almost didn't recognize it as spinach. The kelloggs bran flakes don't have corn syrup or other unhealthy things in them (and people wonder why it's the US that has the obesity problem).
I don't remember what we did Saturday. Cleaned some more and shopped some more, I think. At night, we went out for a drink, and compared to EVERY other girl I saw, I wasn't nearly dressed up enough. Note to self: time to go clothes shopping.
Sunday, I forgot the camera, but we went to the Columbia Road flower market, which is great. It's about three blocks of flowers, and then all these great shops along the side, where you can get great coffee, and lovely French cheese. I got some, and even though it's wrapped up and in the fridge, the flat smells like cheese. This is a good smell to me, but others might not feel the same. I unthinkingly put the chocolate right next to the cheese, and that means that the chocolate smelled stinky, but tasted like chocolate. Perversely, perhaps, I enjoyed it. There are shops that sell second-hand clothing, jewelry, baked goods. One store had really cool maps. One shop sold soaps that were £22 each (that's about $44!!!). I checked the ingredients, and there was no indication that the soap was magical, or that it was partially made from gold, or that it contained pieces of some relic.
We got these flowers for our window ledge:
Then we walked up the canal from Shoreditch (our neighborhood) to the Angel.
Finally, back home doing some work.
Some other nice things about London: the spinach is so fresh, I almost didn't recognize it as spinach. The kelloggs bran flakes don't have corn syrup or other unhealthy things in them (and people wonder why it's the US that has the obesity problem).
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