Visual Representation

I was gently reminded yesterday that my blog didn't have many images, in fact it has none!

I do apologise most sincerely and will try and remember to add at least one everytime I post my ramblings. They may not be current, edited (highly unlikely) and in-keeping with the thought of the day...but will most certainly be of me or taken by me.

So, without further ado, let me explain about the above from my practice...

Adam's Apple (2006) I started with the notion of food and played with sealing slices of fruits in between sheets of v fine plastic...and then watched them decay. Banana's...oh, my goodness, pears also. Grapes were interesting as too were strawberries. But apples outshone all by far!

Whilst opening the creative gates to imminent inspiration I thought of how apples have been linked to stories, Snow White, William Tell, even Helen of Troy. But by far the greatest tale is of Adam and Eve...so with no hesitation, I set about becoming Eve in a gown for which I printed the fabric, cut the cloth and stitched the beads.

I wanted to present two very different aspects of the piece. I directed the photographer (Ms Nicola Rhodes@ www.vvphotography.co.uk) in both studio and orchard...where else for external shots?! And lost my curls for the occasion!!

The slice of apple used for creative reference is contained in perspex, attached to Genesis ch3 v1-6, and is almost dust now. The gown is still as sumptuous, delicious and as much a delight to adorn. (I would imagine!)

This has been a little strange recounting work, but enjoyable nonetheless. Thank-you for your interest...and patience!

MissTip

Give way To The Right

I nearly got squashed (again) on my bicycle. I wear a helmet, bright-ish clothing, cycle-clips if trousers are flapping. I am a fit and energetic rider who doesn't wobble, avoid puddles or cycle with knees stuck out at right angles.

What is the matter with motorists of a certain age (55+) weight (90kgs+) and gender (male) with bad haircuts?

Did they by-pass the Highway Code in their driving test? Did their beloved SatNav get sprung giving more polite directions in the Mrs's motor? Or, and I suspect this could be the case, are they miserable, overweight, past-it, arrogant, probably slightly sweaty, shoddy drivers who aren't getting anything good in their lives because they don't flipping deserve it?!

You know who you are even though you are denying it at this very moment. Next time you try to pull a fast one on a roundabout when I have priority, or undercut me on the ringroad, or overtake me and then force me to mount the kerb as you slam on your brakes as you spy the convenience store, I'll fall off, spectacularly, feign terrific injuries and sue your fat backside to kingdom come!

Nothing fond about my regards to idiotic drivers.

Miss Tip

Ps I didn't swear!

A Rough One In Amongst The Smooth.

I am very good at celebrating the days that begin with energy and finish with exhaustive happiness.

I am not so good at finding consistency in a day that begins with a vivid dream of the Beckhams being your best mates (with newborn...boy, I hasten to add) and being blind-sided by diverse and unyielding situations and interruptions upon the hour each hour.

Today has been a test of my strength as a decent being. I am ever grateful to the likes of Deepak Chopra, Susan Jefferies, Louise Hay and all others who have given advice and counsel through their words of light. And although these were digested two decades ago, the message lives on.

Live your life, as it belongs to no other but you! MissTip

I look forward to refreshment from sleep and comfort in celebrity-free dreams.

I will try and post tomorrow...just to let you know how the day started!

Fondest regards,

Miss Tip

Alcoholic Poisoning

Another week has flown by and now I am wondering if killing my brain cells is such a clever thing to do?!

After abstaining from alcohol for (the main part of) six weeks I have managed to corrupt my finely-tuned body three times in a week. Why? Well, in short I have no idea, but upon reflection can only assume that my head thinks I need to partake in the social pastime of getting...inebriated (keeping it clean, ladies and gents!)

Yes, I do like the feeling of slight intoxication, but why is not possible to register that small adjustment and refrain from further consumption? I will think a-while on this one.

Other news from this week. Hurt myself on incline run on Tuesday and have been slowly mending. Am so proud that I haven't done any form of exercise since. Back to it tomorrow though.

New rug looks fabulous. Went and purchased five large and comfortable cushions to re-invent whole room. Had the most charming of drivers who made the shopping experience quite...different! (shoosh)

I would like to tell you of how the rug got lost in transit by ParcelForce 48hrs (if only), how EasyJet booked in imaginary passengers on flight home and consequently delayed take-off by 30 mins, why the fresh(?) produce person at Tesco almost had an assault complaint against him and why when wearing emerald contacts I see everything rosy-coloured...but that can wait!

As always, it is a pleasure.

Kind regards,

Miss Tip

Lent Is Finished. Bring On The Bubbles!

Happy Easter to you.

Gosh. Has a week passed by so swiftly? I guess so.

I have done lots and at the same time been relaxed and not-so disciplined with updates as and when. Oops, sorry. So, a v v shortened version.

Sun eve. Invitation to Castle. Long evening. Interesting chat.

Monday. Ran the Balloch. Yoga in avo. Cooked and studied.

Tues. Pilates. Shopping. Caffeine. Impulsive spend (nice rug) No idea how to get it home! Studies. Supper.

Wed. Yoga. Gentle avo. High tea. Studies. Out for supper.

Thurs. Pilates. City visit (Inverness) Pretty. Luncheon. 2x 2nd-hand books. Speed rope to skip with. (1500+ skips) Movie.

Fri. Ran Balloch. Grocery shopping. Charity Shop (YSL handbag, summer tunic, cd. Total £5.50!) Supper. Out for "Tea & Pieces."

Sat. V V quick shopping. Ran Balloch in opp direction - 4mins faster than y'day! Lunch. Yoga. Prep for Easter luncheon and cooked Thai curry x2. Yum!!

Today. Pilates. Church. (1st G&T in 6 weeks!) Chocs. Cooked (all enjoyed tremendously) Studied. Champagne and toasts.

However concise this may seem, I have had a roller-coaster of emotions thrown in. Unfortunately not for good measure. My mantra has been (yet again) "What doesn't kill us only makes us stronger."

I am strong enough.

Fondest regards,

Miss Tip

A Day To Remember

Upon reflection, yesterday was one of the days that you only remember having very few and far between. I liked it alot.

But firstly, I must tell you of my experience with little dongle from the previous night. Nothing is ever straightforward, and this was enough to test the patience of even myself. My Mac is running two systems and couldn't decide which should be in charge of installation, so consequently neither managed to find a place. I spent a couple of hours willing it to work and then gave up. What a nuisance...

Anyway, back to my rather lovely day.

I am visiting with my "adopted parents" (they love me that much!!) and am fortunate to be introduced to all of their friends. A small group of mature ladies (eldest 82, spritely and still smiling) meet for a Sat morn brisk walk. I came and met them and then ran off into the hills. Beautiful. Stunning. 1100ft. I spent the next two hours enjoying the intensity of exercise, LTJ Bukem and immersing myself in the environment.

Next joyous moment was Yoga. Private, one-to-one, warm studio, and specific for my tired legs. Also, 90 mins of being able to ask questions and giggle when in difficulty is priceless.

And finally, a treat of supper at a Castle. Lovely setting, glorious food and v interesting guests. I have always joked about a Scottish Laird with great legs and a subtle tartan. Well, his son asked me for my number...

I shall keep you informed!

As always, fondest regards,

Lil Miss

From Thought To Deed.

Dear All,

I did try and post a blog yesterday but a power-surge blew out the dial-up connection I am currently visiting with. (Honestly.) Sorry.

Anyway, briefly...the sweet tooth is as a result of there not being enough sweetness in my life at the moment. I am rectifying at this very time and my addiction to all things sugary is about to desist. Yes, I do have the willpower of a Saint!

Other observations from this day...

Does one always have to manifest exactly what pops into one's random train of thought?

I ask this as today I marvelled at how fantastic it was that the heels (top-pieces) on my boots were still in tact as I crossed a cobbled town centre. Within 30 seconds of this happy little thought I heard the sharp click of metal against the stone. (Internal swearing is a must at times like these.) I also apologised to every person in the shop that I entered for emmitting such a well-rounded sigh on such a beautiful Friday afternoon.

After limping for the remainder of my expedition and returning to the local cobbler I was duly informed that he was no longer cobbling as the business was closing down. Did I require any walking boot laces?

Oh, no! Panic. Posh supper tomorrow evening with no funky boots...

But on the upside...I purchased a dongle, so no more lost blogs. Also a novel by the v talented Iain Banks. £2. Charity shop.
Brand new DKNY dark denim 28". £4.(Bargain!!) Different charity shop.
Garnola bar. M&S bakery. Simply the best and my only sweet treat for the day. Promise.

Until next time, fondest regards,

Miss Tip