Two days of Ambre Solaire and I think I'm in the far east. It's been said a million times I'm sure but scent memories really are so vivid and concrete. Some of the biggest whacks of memory come from a smell that just knocks you static trying to place it; sun tan lotion and sun on my face and I am in so many places at once. Beautiful morning again today; walking to part time job along the burn has replaced last years swimming as mental and physical exercise of choice. Last year was hard graft and it got to be that the best moments were swimming and breakfast, not a great place to be in, but I did invent a fine breakfast. Soak a bowl of porridge oats overnight in fruit juice of choice - mine is apple and mango. Add dried fruit in the morning for chewy fruit or overnight as well for plump fruit - I'm a chewy girl myself. Stir in a good glob of vanilla or toffee yoghurt and enjoy a mighty and soul buffing breakfast.
A fly landed on my head today and it was so weighty and clumsy that I really felt it, and then its strides over my scalp. Very strange feeling; it was a bluebottle too, not my favourite life form, which reminds me of educational posters of my youth warning against poor hygiene.
Last night's chile was for a reason, I have learned; all planning for left over night tomorrow. Tonight Stu created the other half of the leftovers - another chicken curry, but the real deal this time. Mine was a little bit of a trainer curry. Sweet potato and coconut in my hands can end up a little like exotic baby food, but it was tasty enough. I failed in my duty to watch the pro. at work in his version of my chicken leg massacre, but I'm sure it was as swift and precise as i mine was ham fisted. Big handful of dried chillies in tonight and some fish sauce - that goes in a lot of things and I think we are maybe a little conditioned to its taste now by the expressions the mums pull sometimes when we feed them!
While the boy cooked, I progressed with my pic of Janey. I have been studying hydrangea flowers as they come out - a ring of squarey petals around tight round buds, so there is one of them in the window and a model boat that I drew in a friends house on Arran last year. I am trying to keep the colours a bit neutral as I go along at the moment so I get a better feel for where I can use the brights. I love adding turquoise, orange, violet, but trying to balance them can go horribly wrong, hence the measured approach. Doesn't always work, mind - there's a few horrors lurking in the corners of the studio!
Pay day tomorrow - still relying on the day job to keep us afloat and dreaming of the day I can cut the hours back. JK Rowling in this afternoon which always reminds me how surreal the whole 'fame' or 'success' thing is. I remember serving her coffee in Nicolsons, now nearly fifteen years ago, and now bleedin hell she's only a goddam multi-millionaire. Strange having the walk on part in her life as 'girl who serves coffee to single mother struggling on the cusp of great things.' But hey, someone's serving me coffee - at least when I can afford it...
Memo JK; Marchmont Gallery, Warrender Park - two pretty neat pics in the window by emerging Scottish artist. Check it out.
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