saturday

Things I love today:  

Amazing, inspiring, self-employed women who seem to know exactly what I need to hear when I need to hear it (Emma, Annabel, Emily, I'm talking about you.) 

BBC World Service, and stories about things that had never even crossed my mind (did you know that the 2012 Olymipics fall over Ramadan? When Muslims aren't allowed to eat during daylight? When Muslim athletes aren't allowed to eat during daylight?Crazypants)  

Clients who send you the sweetest emails. 

Wedding industry power houses who champion sanity.   

Friends who love my babies and put up with my tourist-induced rages. 

My husband who has lost his voice and mimed 'I love you' when he got up this morning.  

 *photos of friends, Ben + Henry, by Jamie. 

conversations with N: astute.

Reasons I love my husband, #74.  

(amid a conversation a few months back about weddings and how they fuck with women's brains....)  

N: you just need to look at Meg's Wedding Survivors series...
C: Dude, they're called Wedding Graduates...
N: (incredulous) Really? They should totally be called Wedding Survivors. 

Man has a point.  

*photo by Lillian and Leonard (us)  

Three years

Wasn't that just yesterday? Also, hasn't it been like, a million years? 

*photo by Elemental Weddings

Little and Big

Unfortunately Nye was Not Being Photographed that day or I'd show you that he and Amelia are Big and Little too. 

your day in London

Tell me about your best day in London. Real or imagined, I don't care. Inspire me to do something other watch ducks Hyde Park, eat at Captain Corelli's, dip my toes in Diana's fountain. 

*yes, we've done this before. No I don't care. It never gets old.   

*1, London by Cosas Minimas  2, Picadilly Circus, by Arracida

of penguins and greek sailors

"The first Penguin edition of EV Rieu's translation of Homer had a Greek sailor on the cover, with a disclaimer inside: "Not an authentic depiction of a Greek sailor". They then put a penguin on the cover instead – but forgot to change the disclaimer." 

This bit in Katherine Whitehorn's column in this week's Observer made me inordinately happy.