Have a puzzle mindset—really resonated. It goes something like this: Rather than viewing the problems we face in the world (either individually or collectively) as crises, which can cause us to feel despair, seeing them—whether financial, environmental, health-related, or political—as puzzles can help us to think about new approaches to solving them...
AT THE END of last week we went to Scotland to visit P’s grandmother for the first time in months due to the lockdown. It was wonderful to see her again, as well as neighbours who popped in, but we all continued to keep two meters apart and wore masks to every shop we visited ...
THIS WEEKEND we watched Aftersun, the 2022 drama written and directed by Charlotte Wells, starring Paul Mescal, Frankie Corio and Celia Rowlson-Hall. We talked about it for quite a while after it was over, analysing what it could mean, discussing our own interpretations, processing the feeling of sadness it left in us afterward. It's about memory⏤more specifically, our memories of those we love after they are gone, the people we remember them as, sometimes as opposed to how they really were.
WE HAVE BEEN eating salads and chick peas and tofu and taking many vitamins (especially B12) and tomorrow, it will be a month since we've had any alcohol. It's a reset of sorts, and it's been good to get things back on track after so many hot summery day indulgences. Last Wednesday we went up to Scotland to visit P's 94-year-old grandmother and on the way home, stopped for dinner in a small town in Cumbria that we'd been to once before, but only briefly ...
JUST STARTED watching Jean-Luc Godard's 1963 film Le mépris this weekend and will tell you if it's as good as everyone says. If you've been at The Shop recently, you'll know that we've been busy⏤we just opened a new print shop (with many more pieces to come!) and have added beauty products to our line-up. They're vegan, organic, and handmade in Auvergne.
EVEN THOUGH WINTER comes every year, always forget what an ordeal it actually is. How early the days get dark. How overcast and blustery and how much all of this makes me never want to leave the house until spring. It feels like we're on the 174th day of January and there's still February ...
THIS WEEKEND, P recreated the sandwich we used to get in Valencia, complete with the salsa verde. It was marvellous. He also made Fideuà on Sunday, so we had a rather Spanish weekend. It's actually the last long weekend of the summer here and despite two days of overcast skies and rain, it did clear up today and was perfect.
YESTERDAY, WAS FEELING out of sorts, even before realising that it was Blue Monday, the day that's said to be the most depressing of the year. Had thought it was because the new marble coffee table I'd ordered arrived on Saturday morning in pieces, or perhaps because of the constant rain and gloomy skies, but whatever the reason, I'm happy that today is another day and that yesterday is firmly in the past ...
THIS EXTRA LONG Bank Holiday weekend felt more like five days instead of four, as we stopped working on Wednesday and took the next few days off. There were sunny afternoons and a surprise visit from someone far away; faded vermilion-coloured roses in pink glass vases and lingering drinks on pub garden terraces; freshly baked crusty loaves of sourdough bread for breakfast and really good coffee ...
P IS READING an article to me about how the pandemic has most likely changed NYC forever. People have moved away to second and third tier cities; favourite restaurants have closed for good, and buildings where 8,000 people once worked now have only 100 who are not working virtually and still come in everyday.
ON SUNDAY morning, I ate the worst breakfast of my life. We'd left the house just after 8:30 in the morning for a burdensome road trip that would take us five hours south for business. It was an unpleasant obligation, a necessary evil, even, but the drive up was fun, just the two of us. That is, until we pulled over at a Services along the way, somewhere near Sheffield, and stopped for what would be the worst breakfast ever.
HAPPY MONDAY & HELLO! This message comes to you from a hotel room, for it’s away for the next two...
WE HAVE BEEN spending much time in the English countryside, exploring all the utterly charming and quintessentially British villages along the way–ones with grand castle ruins and lively local pubs and ones with picturesque abbeys and lovely little stone cottages covered in ivy and surrounded by magnolias. We’re in the midst of sweeping changes and it’s all very exciting. Just a few more things need to fall in place before we know for certain and the waiting is the hardest part. Spring feels like the perfect time for grand changes.
