A light year apart

After such an awful tragedy in Manchester, the life can never be carried on as before. I felt exactly the same when the 7/7 terror attack happened. I remember being excited about London to host the 2012 Olympic game. The days ahead seemed like filled with euphoria and optimism. Then, the very next day, the atrocity happened. All the bubbly happy feeling inside me disappeared into thin air, and I was left with a large hole in my heart. The happiness I felt the day before felt like a light year ago’s thing.

I am feeling exactly the same right now. For all those victims in Manchester Arena, who happened to be in a wrong place at wrong time, their life was cruelly cut short. And the families, how much heartache are they suffering Ther life is altered forever. I can’t stop thinking about them. It is frustrating that I can’t do much other than sympathizing with them. During the coming weeks and months, more facts regarding the attack will be discovered, and we will adjust our daily life to the new reality.

Contrary to a bright cloudless morning sky I see through the windows this morning, the future ahead seems to be turbulent and gloomy.

I will move forward and conduct my life as normal because that is what we all have to do against those cowardly jihadists. However, I will do so with a very heavy heart…

Valentine’s Day 2017

‘Did you receive a delivery?’ Hubbie enquired me as soon as I walked into his office. I was like ‘???’ Was I supposed to wait for any delivery? Did he mention it last night?? ‘So you didn’t receive roses I arranged?’ He looked very disappointed. Apparently, he ordered flowers for me and paid an extra so they would be delivered before 1pm. Oh dear, I would have waited for it if only I knew about it. ‘Well, that wouldn’t be a surprise, would it?’, Hubbie shrugged his shoulders. I felt bad about him having to divulge the secret…

Before the delivery incident, I gave him a card and chocolates in the morning…

The missing delivery was looked after by one of my neighbours. Despite being left in a hallway with no water for more six hours, the roses from Bloom&Wild were in remarkably good condition. I was very impressed.

For our Valentine’s Day dinner, we tried to book a table at Jamie Oliver’s Fifteen. Since the restaurant was a stone’s throw away from our home, and it meant we wouldn’t have to leave Bella alone too long.

Unfortunately, they were fully booked until 10pm. So we decided to eat at The Eagle

Cider & burger! It may not be the most romantic food for Valentine’s Day, but we felt like it.

Bella was crashing out, wedging herself between me and a cushion…

She was curling up like s fur ball…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Brexit Banana?

One thing I have noticed most acutely about the effect of Brexit is through the bananas I buy from an online supermarket Ocado. Their bananas used to be well-formed and bruise-free, definitely better than Sainsbury’s or Tesoc’s. However, Ocado’s bananas are absolutely terrible nowadays, some of them are worse than Co-op’s!

I paid £1.75 for these bruisers…

This has to do with a weaker pound as a result of the referendum, doesn’t it? The trade negotiations haven’t even started yet, therefore, everything is still up in the air. However, it is unlikely that the British currency will ever be as strong as it used to be, and we will have to accept the reality that all the imports will be more expensive or inferior quality or both. *sigh*

Please don’t chew up my slider, Bella…

Because I don’t know if I can afford the replacement in future!

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Long weekend @ The Chapel

The silence around The Chapel, another Landmark Trust property, was absolute. Apart from the occasional sound of the trees rustling in the wind and the birds chirping, it was so quiet that it felt like we were in an airless vacuum.

The time seemed to stand still at Lettaford, Devon.

After our sojourn at Martello Tower last August, which turned out to be a huge success, we decided to have another long weekend at their property. ‘How about The Chapel? It looks so cute and cozy!’ Hubbie and I peered into his iMac and read the details.

A small granite building stood next to a small stream…

Landmark Trust aquired and restored the property in 1981. As the name suggests, the building used to be a chapel where the locals had their weekly congregation during 1860 to 1977…

The interior of the property was simple but had a lovely homely feel to it…

The room also contained a kitchenette…

A roomy bathroom. I was delighted because I hated a shoebox-size one…

Beds with comfortably firm mattresses…

However, Hubbie grumbled about the bed next morning. According to him, the bedpost was touching his calves all night long and it kept him from having a decent sleep. Oh dear, being 6’5″ tall doesn’t make his life very easy, does it?

Hubbie and I were so excited to show our Bella her very first countryside. It was a great shame that she wouldn’t be able to run freely because she was still recovering. However, all the smells and the sceneries of Dartmoor would be amazing for her. Let’s hope the weather will be kind to us, I prayed before I fell asleep…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura

Rowan The Cheapskate…

During a Mr.B’s wee patrol this morning, I encountered an odd sight.
A pair of blue jeans in a children’s size was resting on one of the windowsills of our apartment building as someone tossed it up casually but also purposefully.
WTH?
In about 30 yards away, there was a street bin by the bus shelter, and therefore, there was an option for a more civilised way to dispose the unwanted article. However, whoever it was decided to act otherwise for God knows whatever the reason. Is this a new obscure sign between urban gangs /cults in communicating with one another? Or the result of a frustrated parent’s moment of madness as she or he (or both) “lost” it and flung the pair out of the car and it ended up landing on the windowsill? In either way, a poor child somewhere went pants-less for a while and now the sight of an abandoned garment in this peculiar style perplexes passers-by and our cleaning staffs…
Hubbie is in India right now, taking photos of the life in various slums of New Delhi with his client who runs the charity, Water Aid.
A heap of emergency food supplies packed in the suitcase as he is not keen on spicy foods…
He dropped me a short line this morning, saying how depressing to witness the inhabitants who have to endure challenging circumstance on a daily basis. His email makes me feel extremely fortunate to be born and raised in a society where clean running water and decent sanitation are prerequisite. I hope the images he captures will help to highlight the plight of the slum-dwelling people and improve the conditions so far they have to endure.
In Hubbie’s absence, I am mainly at home and keeping my fingers busy with working on samples for A/W 2015 & 2016.
Ever since Rowan decided to discontinue their lovely Big Wool Drift, I was looking for a similar multicolour yarn and when I saw Big Wool Colour, I thought the solution had been found…
However, my expectation evaporated as soon as I started to work with it.
Rowan, how could you name this yarn, which is just a bad imitator of the namesake, as “Big Wool Colour”? My point of contention is the way the yarn is produced. Instead of plying multiple strands of fleece, this yarn has a spine – a black thread – around which fleeces are wrapped around…
They are so loosely wound around the spine and fragile which in return makes a yarn really pain in the a** to handle. It can stuck between stitches because the yarn has weird humps. The strand also doesn’t have any give and bounce like conventionally produced yarns as the thread in the middle has no elasticity. I never encountered any yarn which was this troublesome until I used Big Wool Colour.
I was cursing all the way while I was making a gilet…
The people of Rowan, you are cheapskate. You might have thought that you invented a brilliant way to recycle left over fleece on your factory floor by gathering them and twining them to a strand and selling on the concoction as a new range. True knitters will soon find the yarn unpleasant and time-wasting to work with and swear never to touch it again. And you charge it the same price as Big Wool?
Should be ashamed, Rowan. I am very much indignant…

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