It's 21 March - officially the first day of Spring! And it actually feels like it today - after a couple of days of rain, the sun is shining, it's warm, the Bridge Door is open again, the central heating is off and I opened the bedroom window - just a tiny crack, mind - last night for the first time this year.
The birds are all singing like fury in the garden, and the pair of Collared Doves who live nearby have been scoping out the tree in front of our house for their new nest site this year. I can never remember, though, if it's today or yesterday when day and night are exactly the same length. No matter, from now on we're over the crest of the darkest days and (hopefully) tumbling towards sunshine. Today should really be the first day of the New Year, when you can physically see things improving and everything gearing up towards reproduction. It's a very sexy time of year.
Yesterday I had to pop over to Cranleigh to collect the items that hadn't sold in this year's Spring Exhibition. Unfortunately there were rather more than I would have liked - I sold 2, possibly 3, bracelets out of 10 things. Still, it's better than nothing. This year's paintings were, as ever, a mixed bunch - there were, however, rather more than usual that caught my eye. I was massively tempted by a ludicrously well executed watercolour of a bird's eye view of the rooftops of central Prague by a chap called Peter Elliott. In fact, I've just this second Googled him to see if there's anything out there about him, and he has his own website. Not surprisingly turns out he's an architectural illustrator. But the painting was over my budget so I had to leave it there.
I did, however, buy myself a seascape. It's called 'The Tall Sea' by David Harding and is in watercolour and acrylic. I just loved the gorgeous turquoisey blue of the sea and you can almost hear the rush and swoosh of the foamy waters (the colours are a little lighter in real life).
Not so lovely is the beige mat and the white wooden frame so I'm going to have it reframed.
If you enjoy looking at art but cannot afford the price charged in 'proper' galleries, I cannot recommend highly enough a visit to your local Arts Society's exhibitions. If they're anything like the one I go to, every picture submitted will be accepted and in amongst stuff that only a mother (or the artist) could love, there will be some real gems, created by highly talented people who will be thrilled beyond all measure if you got your chequebook out.
Sexy, glamorous, slim. Inclined to exaggerate. All my own hair and most of my own teeth. Able to break equipment in a single bound. Not shy of a bottle of wine or three. Am happily married to The Lovely Husband (TLH) and was owned by two cats called Sylvester Bean (who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on 27 December 2013) and Pepper Bean (who went over first on 2 November 2010). UPDATE: As of November 2014, we became the new minions of Puffle Segar and Maggie Segar who voluntarily moved out of their original home (due to the introduction of unrelated kittens) so we took them in. After saying we didn't want any more cats. Like you do. They obviously sensed there was a cat vacuum in our house and moved in to fill it, furry little buggers.
I wish I was better at everything I do.