This is a partial shot of a bag I have been commissioned to make and that is almost finished. I have not spoken much (er... at all!) about my amazing waist bags (yup I do have a different name for them but I need to work out whether to, you know... protect it or not). I will do a post just about these bags very soon. This is not the first one I have been asked to make and the others have integrated themselves very nicely into their new owners' lives - I couldn't live without mine but it's nice to know other people appreciate them too. Nuff said. I'll talk more about them another day.
In fact I have two or three ideas chugging along in the slow-lane of my mind and I thought I would write about them here, today.
Some vegan friends of mine came to stay last week and we had a great time together. I love them very dearly and I always feel refreshed and buzzy when I have spent time with them. Of course now I keep thinking of things I wanted to do with them, cook for them, talk with them about... but we did make the most of our few days together so I can't complain. My thoughts keep drifting back to us buying some Berthillon cacao amer sorbet as per our little ritual when we hang out in Paris (no Eiffel Tower for us, oh no, we much prefer falafel and chocolate sorbet). I ordered my two scoops of sorbet (1 choc, 1 fig - yummy yum yum) in a little paper pot because cones have egg in but my vegan friend preferred to take his in the cone because the pots and their spoons are a waste of packaging... Wow. I haven't even got my head around this a week later! I love the idea of being so flexible - I'll eat the small amount of egg in the cone because I think the alternative packaging is a bigger problem. But actually I'm not sure that my mind is alert and flexible enough to make these snap decisions as and when they are needed. I'm more of a "I do not eat egg, I do not eat egg, I do not eat egg" kind of person. OK I don't want to sound like some freak... seeing Jesus in a slice of toast, making a mountain out of a molehill or whatever. But I think it is remarkable to live in such a thoughtful way. Hurrah! And now I am worried a lot more than I was about packaging and might have to... God forbid... change some habits. Like stop buying yoghurt in little pots but in big pots, start making my own fruit purées and biscuits on a regular basis, go back to Lush for some more packaging-free shampoo (it's like a bar of soap) rather than buying a plastic bottle of the stuff from my local supermarket.
If you got to the end of this spiel... I guess my point is that I want to keep my mind on it's toes and not let my behaviour get stuck in a rut. Even if the rut seems to be a "good" one (i.e. vegan, organic etc).
Hum... I think I'll mention the other stuff (the horse milk, the Wombles...) in another post.
Le français viendra...
C'est bizarre... lorsque j'écris l'anglais de mon blog je ne sais pas trop ce que je vais dire. Mais quand j'écris le français, je sais ce qe j'ai dit. Et je n'ai pas tellement envie de le redire. Je n'ai jamais aimé traduire. Ca m'ennuie! Je vais peut-être essayer d'écrire le français d'abord une ou deux fois pour voir si je préfère redire en anglais.
Bref... la photo ci-dessus est d'un sac que l'on m'a commandé. J'en suis très contente pour le moment et il est presque fini. Ce n'est pas en fait le premier sac que j'ai fabriqué sur commande. Mais je n'ai pas encore parlé de cet aspet de ma vie créative, ici sur mon blog. Je ferai un message spécial pour présenter tout cela prochainement.
Je voulais hier parler de mes amis qui sont venus nous voir la semaine dernière. Ils sont végétaliens et vivent en Ecosse.
Oops la suite later... désolée