tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85904139185861995272024-02-21T00:52:14.450+00:00Musings of an Aspiring ScribeTaleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.comBlogger258125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-399920935242510542021-03-12T15:56:00.000+00:002021-03-12T15:56:25.291+00:00Flying Solo in Lockdown on Mother's Day<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq_PjiGAuateQkPbSDCq0kVNhfMETzc2Ds0__zfN-xkLWkDMxyXHFXTGxY5z1ZoVnH-osnj9zWgTRKiI_Vb3J2fhwYPeYmP4xGYuEiJofrtDwqmccVAiUwesIJUln0R3RGL-JL8s8-HCK/s621/ECC9ECD4-063A-4E2B-8695-2ABF9EB0B027+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="542" data-original-width="621" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq_PjiGAuateQkPbSDCq0kVNhfMETzc2Ds0__zfN-xkLWkDMxyXHFXTGxY5z1ZoVnH-osnj9zWgTRKiI_Vb3J2fhwYPeYmP4xGYuEiJofrtDwqmccVAiUwesIJUln0R3RGL-JL8s8-HCK/w320-h279/ECC9ECD4-063A-4E2B-8695-2ABF9EB0B027+%25282%2529.JPG" title="I'll take flowers any day!" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taking time to smell the roses </td></tr></tbody></table><p>It's a truth universally known to many mothers everywhere, that an unexpected quiet moment should be snatched with both hands, clutched warmly to your breast, and celebrated. <i>Alone.</i> Preferably in a snug corner where you can comfortably sink back, with a cup of tea, or a generous measure of gin - whatever takes your fancy, and just relax - breathe - gaze aimlessly out of the windows, or grab a book, take a nap. In those quiet moments of alone time, the possibilities seem endless. </p><p>This year, I'm celebrating Mother's day on my own because when you co-parent, it is also a fact that on some weekends, your child isn't with you for these special days, so you make do. Being a single mum isn't something I envisioned, nor was it ever a life goal of mine, so I'm manifesting my own fairy tale and learning lessons daily. As a woman and a mother, - balancing life goals, responsibilities, parenthood - is quite a feat. On some days, it feels like I'm standing in front of an immense battlefield filled with interchangeable players and a shifting landscape. Other days, I'm floating on a cloud. Family units are much more diverse today than ever before, and I know that the human soul is stronger than any social constrict placed on it. <i> </i></p><p>Growing up as a young girl, Mother's day has always been a big deal. As the middle child in a large family, there was always a hint of competition - who could win our mother's favour that day. My siblings and I would make a huge breakfast tray for my mother - I distinctly recall that my cheesy French omelette was the best.<i> It's true, I cannot lie about this.</i> We would all present her with a gift, chrysanthemum pot plants snapped up on sale, freshly-cut flowers definitely not on sale, perfume and soap gift sets, a scarf, a new record. <i>No socks. Socks were strictly for Father's day.</i> After breakfast, sometimes we'd sing a song for her, or put on a play. Familial love was definitely felt those mornings. Motherhood was celebrated that day. It was years later when studying marketing that I realised these special holidays had a commercial slant to them. </p><p>Fast forward to living in lockdown and I have been spending more time alone, definitely with less social contact than normal, but it has been the greatest reminder of what is important in life. What I know is, that we don't need special dates to celebrate someone important in our lives - each day spent with them is a gift and we should focus on that. </p><p>What I wanted to share this Mother's day, is a list of a few favourite activities that I gravitate towards when I have time on my hands and it's remarkably quiet. </p><p>1. Start the day with a happy breakfast - one that makes you smile. You can make your own breakfast tray for bed if so inclined. Or, you know, a Sausage n' Egg McMuffin is always a treat. <i>My lips cannot lie about this one, either. </i></p><p>2. Take a long hearty walk to get the blood flowing. Pop those ear buds in, head outdoors, take a new walking route, meet a friend for coffee and banter, just keep those arms pumping and legs moving. </p><p>3. Bake your own cake - you must have cake today. That's a rule. Please follow it. </p><p>4. Grab a book, blanket and launch yourself (think enthusiastically yet gracefully <i>)</i> onto your sofa. You know that To Be Read Stack needs sorting, right? </p><p>5. Spa day at home - light a healing candle, pop that face mask on, put your feet up. </p><p>6. Make cocktails - you might want to invite another friend over for this one or you could get messy - and remember Facetime in lockdown works too! </p><p>7. Call your mother - give her some love too. Maybe before the cocktail hour, though?</p><p>8. The virtual world is your friend, especially in Lockdown. So, take a yoga class, a cooking lesson, a boot camp in coding, or fitness, or, a virtual art tour - check your museums and galleries to see what's on offer. </p><p>9. Movie and chill. No explanation required. <i>Popcorn, fav snacks, glass of wine</i>. If you're snoring before the credits roll, trust me - it was a great movie!</p><p>10. Exercise the Right-Side of the brain - yes, that creative side. Work on those secret projects that REAL LIFE normally pulls you away from. Writing, Drawing, Photography, Designing, whatever your creative niche is, keep honing that skill - it's good for the soul.</p><p><br /></p><p>So, how are you spending Mother's day this year? We might be in Lockdown but there's always an activity to make you smile. And, whatever your plans are, I hope you stay safe and enjoy yourself.</p><p>- Talei x</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-13477677006155854782020-05-22T15:52:00.000+01:002020-05-22T15:52:42.905+01:00Made With Love<div class="separator"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizz1FWTYV6VvsS76VFTArZCsIN6n1Y_LD_QRZk8C5sXJi5wEXWxMeyIZtBqrr4wj8MYiBugPsXENszRyCP2rAMqsdSrfYC3kND5O7b-6TZMRzws7MnVFGZrHk8Xt25QZ4aBx54xXEpa3Hc/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="679" data-original-width="640" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizz1FWTYV6VvsS76VFTArZCsIN6n1Y_LD_QRZk8C5sXJi5wEXWxMeyIZtBqrr4wj8MYiBugPsXENszRyCP2rAMqsdSrfYC3kND5O7b-6TZMRzws7MnVFGZrHk8Xt25QZ4aBx54xXEpa3Hc/s320/thumbnail_IMG_5886.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Week 10 in these quarantine times and I've rediscovered my Inner Baker. She was in there somewhere, but it took 2 weeks of self-isolation for her to break out of hibernation. Am feeling like a genie released from her bottle. I've baked scones, biscuits, bread rolls, even a couple of quiches, and I've pulled apple crumbles, a pizza out of nowhere! Don't get me started on mixing things up on the weekly menu. Getting creative with spices for salmon and chicken is my latest thing and I'm always searching for inspiration. </div><div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, I'm working through phases of keeping myself occupied while waiting to find out "what happens next"in the outside world. First, baking to keep my hands busy, and books to fill that other void. Having finished all my outstanding library books, I'm floating in limbo waiting those lovely establishments to re-open.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have stopped watching the daily news and government updates as avidly as before. Sometimes it feels healthy to take a break from all of the information flying around and yesterday, I purposely opted for a good dose of Agatha Christie's Poirot. <i>Time well spent.</i> Daily strolls are a highlight when I can get outside, and we had a very short Badminton season here with one very determined teen. Generation Z aren't particularly interested in hanging out with their mums, I can tell you. So, finding a routine to stay healthy is still a challenge - but I'll persist. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back to the baking - these fabulous chocolate biscuits pictured are a favourite after the afghans. Here's a quick recipe for you if keen to try them out - and you may need to adjust it slightly because I did!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Recipe for Easy Chocolate Biscuits:</div><div>1/2 cup softened butter</div><div>1/2 cup caster sugar</div><div>1 cup self-raising flour</div><div>1/8 cup cocoa </div><div><br /></div><div>1) Cream butter and sugar in bowl</div><div>2) Add cocoa and flour and mix into a dough </div><div>3) Roll out little balls of 12 from the dough</div><div>4) Place on lined baking tray and <i>lightly</i> squish (<i>flatten</i>) ball with a fork</div><div>5) Bake for 12 minutes at 180 c ( 350 f)</div><div>6) Let cool and enjoy!</div><div><br /></div><div>I adjusted mine batch slightly because I love dark chocolate flavour - so I added another tablespoon of cocoa and a little more butter/flour - but you can stick with the core recipe above. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>That's it from me for now, time for a stroll while the sun is out. </div><div><br /></div><div>Keep safe and well, lovelies</div><div>Talei x</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-42237695230242839502020-03-28T14:07:00.001+00:002020-03-28T14:07:22.371+00:00Living Normal in Stranger Times<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you told me that countries would be closing borders and entire cities were being locked down, I might have compared it to a dystopian novel, or movie which normally I'd be keen to devour. I started this post before self-quarantine and self-isolation were happening in high numbers - before schools, nurseries, universities closed, before restaurants, bars, gyms closed their doors, and bookstores pull down their shutters - but here we are now. We are only allowed outside once a day for food, exercise or medicine. We are not allowed to walk two metres within the next person, and only two weeks before people were pulling faces at others in masks and rubber gloves. Not anymore. No more smirking behind hands.<br />
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Don't get me wrong, I want to stay positive about healthcare and breathe calmly while the entire world is swimming in chaos, but, the tough reality is it's making me anxious. It feels like we're being paused. Our lives - and everything we know is on hold, and we're waiting for someone to turn off the "Pause" button. Being helpless to a situation is unnerving so we adjust our mindsets and try our bests to cope, to adapt, to survive - it's in our DNA - survival. <br />
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So, I'm thinking of what really matters in this moment and it's the small simple things we take for granted every day. Watching small birds singing in the trees outside my window, and seeing the spring blossoms falling away. Walking around the local hood, feeling the sunshine on your face, being able to hug loved ones, and laughing at silly jokes that only you and your closest friends can understand. I can't wait to get back to normal, but I know our normal will be forever changed, and hopefully for the better.<br />
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Here's a few activities to try if you are feeling a little lost during these strange times.<br />
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1. Check on your family and loved ones - even the estranged, crazy ones. Call your parents, your siblings, your favourite aunts and uncles - check on your friends, make a rota and get dialling.<br />
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2. Breathe - open a window. If you're feeling anxious, take your time, close your eyes - and inhale. Exhale very slowly. Sometimes I find laying on the floor - starfish position calms me no end.<br />
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3. Keep a schedule - a routine is good and will help you focus - even if it's just a few things on that list - keep one to keep you moving forward.<br />
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4. Be kind to yourself - meditate, replenish your mind, body and soul.<br />
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5. Stretch - it helps. Shake the cobwebs, warm your muscles in the morning.<br />
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6. Go outdoors - if you're able to venture outside once a day, do it if you are well. Always practising social distancing when you do - keep 2 metres between you and the next person. <br />
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7. If you're feel that a sofa and chill day is in order - take one. Listen to your body, rest up. Snuggle up in your favourite nook with a book or movie. This activity calls for PJs or yoga pants, bras are optional - just saying.<br />
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8. Spring clean - now is the time. Any day is good for a little decluttering. All those organising projects you kept pushing aside? <i>Yes, you can</i>.<br />
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9. Make a list of things you need to grab on your weekly shop - yes, I'm trying to follow this advice, and am getting creative in the kitchen with simple meals. We are trying to eat fresh where possible but obviously I work with what's available and in the cupboards.<br />
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10. Sleep - have an early night when you can, your body will thank you for it.<br />
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Stay safe and well,<br />
Talei x<br />
<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-64388915412196645272020-02-15T15:15:00.000+00:002020-02-15T15:15:00.277+00:00Room to Breath at the Migration Museum London<div>
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Room to Breath is an exhibition made from a collection of rooms, - a bedroom, kitchen and dining room, a school room and barber shop - each space is filled with personal items and stories from generations of people spanning the 20th century to current day - all are incredibly brave souls who travelled from all over the globe to start a new life in Britain for a plethora of reasons - and their journey's are inspiring.<br />
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You'll find personal photos and memories shared throughout and you really get a insight into daily challenges and struggles. Both children and adults share their stories of good and not-so-good experiences, how they coped settling into new homes, how different it was to their expectations, how they survived and found happiness. I was moved and mesmerised by them all. What struck me was how current and relevant everything I read was - that feeling of displacement is real today. It isn't confined to the 1930s or 40s, 50s or 60s - it's happening now. <br />
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In the kitchen, there a reminders of groceries and recipes which am sure will make many homesick. And the connection between food and home memories and loved ones is something all of us can relate to. As I walked through the kitchen - I kept hearing people laughing or gasping in surprise - "That was your father's favourite, still is, actually!" Or. That's how your Nan makes them." Siblings and friends sharing memories - or parents telling little ones something about their past. Definitely made me smile.<br />
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I felt a connection with several stories. I could empathise with the feeling of being uprooted and not knowing anyone and not speaking the language - this resonated with me greatly and reminded me of when I first moved to Tokyo. You really do feel alienated in a way and I don't think I will recover from that. It is a battle scar you wear for life. London for me is home now and transitioning here was hard because it was a move from East to West and one of my first memories of arriving in London was the fact that I could understand what everyone was saying - it was overwhelming and sent me into a state of fight or flight for a while.<br />
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Room to Breathe is currently showing in the Migration Museum currently located in Lewisham shopping centre and I hope they do find a good permanent home because their work is important and they have upcoming events and workshops.What I particularly loved about this exhibition was the option to share your own thoughts - in notebooks on tables or on the walls outside - really well thought out. There is a contemporary feel through out the rooms, and it is well curated - I definitely recommend sitting in the barber's chair for some good old banter. Oh - and there are some cute gifts on exit - I bought a postcard and a little Mayan worry bag which you put your worries in at night and place them under your pillow so they will be taken away but morning - sweet!<br />
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Do check out Room to Breath if you can, and listen to the stories - if you get emotional, don't worry - you're not alone. - Talei x<br />
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A little inspiration to remind you that life is fragile and fleeting, so breathe it in deeply and let it all out. Let out any dark thoughts out, it's okay to have them, process them but let 'em all go. There are better ways to spend your energy. You never know how long you have to spend on this planet with your loved ones - so hug them harder and often - and forgive when you can. Trust that life will be lighter when you breathe in the good stuff that matters.<br />
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Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-43543007249737073582019-12-29T13:28:00.001+00:002019-12-29T17:50:18.331+00:00Skating into the New Year<div>
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On the last Sunday of the decade, I'm contemplating how fast this year rolled around to Christmas holidays and the festive season. I don't know if anyone else felt it, but Chapter 12 of 12 slipped in quietly, like the fog creeping along the river on a chilly winter's evening. Sometimes I forget to be grateful for the smaller things in life, and each day is literally a blessing so that's what I'm going to do here - focus on a few of the smaller things, those mostly invisible moments in life we take for granted and wish we did more of, because as we get older, it's those blissful moments we remember.</div>
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We all go through ups and downs, that's a given but what we take from those highs and lows is what grounds us. Self Care and Self Love are all over the internet now, it's a much bandied concept but you know what? It's essential. I spent much of 2019 on my own - well, not counting family time with my son. Being a single mother who works, I welcome alone time because that's essentially "Me Time". Mum Time. Mom Time. Girl Time. Whatever you want to call it. Nowadays it doesn't mean running to an expensive spa or having a wild shopping spree anymore (<i>although a cheap mani-pedi is always a great find in London!</i>) - but no, personally these days, "Me Time" is taking a quiet moment to reflect on my week, to read a book, grab a coffee, or clear out some old boxes of clutter, bundle up old clothes for charity. Ticking random items of old To Do lists. Taking a long walk in the park - checking out the flower stalls in markets. Catching a movie. Going to the library - I still love doing that and I've currently got 4 books out for the holidays - but that's another blog post! </div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Highlights for me: My absolute favourite was Children's Room. The wallpaper caught my eye when I first stepped into the room. Just wonderful silhouettes of my favourite animals! And who doesn't love a canopied bed?! Kids would adore it. I know my son would have climbed all over it if he was still a toddler. Other highlights, - in the living room, I loved the burnt orange sofa, and the cute side tables next to the daybed. In the master bedroom, the soft furnishings and colour scheme were fab; the bath tub, I would put on my list. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So, the window side is always the my side of the bed. My question here is on the bedside storage - how tidy do you keep yours, because I'm totally messy - and this looks great! (<i>aka very organised!)</i></span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The bathroom was screened slightly to the side of the main bedroom but very much reminded me of a NYC loft apartment/hotel with the bath in the same room. I'd happily lounge in that tub for a while. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The workspace area here is something I know my own son would love. It was perfect for homework, artwork and reading. It's a great functional space for both parents and kids.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">On the fifth floor, the Nespresso cafe was super busy with plenty of plant inspiration, to say the least. I peeked briefly, and left quickly after this photo for the nearest sushi bar, but this was a great afternoon of snooping through what felt like someone's apartment in central London. I would definitely go again! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">PS: I hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts - I'm hoping to post a few more interior / home inspired posts. Please note these photos are yours truly, if you do share, please credit with my name. Thank you! Talei xo</span><br />
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Living in this city has it's perks because no matter which borough you live in, you will always find some amazing sights on your doorstep. <i>Let's ignore the fox poop or whatever the neighbour's cat had for breakfast for now. </i> I'm talking about the city's historical sites, those grand old museums and galleries, or a royal park or two, and of course we have the river and everything either side of it. There is always something going on in this city, and sometimes, as many locals like to point out - you don't need to spend money to enjoy it.</div>
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Recently, our city was transformed into a magical world of glittering lights and artistry that held us spellbound in the evenings over the course of a weekend. Thanks to the Arts Council England, and many generous sponsors, Lumiere London was bought to life.<br />
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Across six locations, all easily accessible by tube, we had 51 amazing art installations for the public to enjoy. And, hats off to all the artists involved, honestly the creativity was mind-blowing. I was transfixed and can only begin to imagine all the elves were working 24/7 behind the scenes. And I think, it was a hit because every location was *rammed* In typically British fashion, everyone was well-behaved, of course. I barely heard any cussing in the queues, even at the peak hour at Westminster Abbey.<br />
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I didn't make it around to all 51 installations but I was very excited about the ones I see. My inner child was running in circles, and judging by all the collective oohs and ahhs from the everyone, I'm wasn't alone. And again, kudos to the super friendly guides manning the sites. <i>Dear Reader, they were patient and calm and very well-mannered despite the crowds and the rain and cold. </i>One other unexpected bonus - and completely random - but, if are obsessed with a daily step count? My 10k step goal rocketed to 17k in one evening. Get in! <i> </i></div>
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If you managed to see Lumiere London, let me know what your favourites were? Mine was definitely the Childhood balloons installation at Trafalgar Square, and The Light of the Spirit at Westminister Abbey. Oh - and the Hare sitting regally at Leicester Square.. wait, and the Fish in the Phone box! They were all so darn good! I can't wait to see what next year brings!<br />
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Thank you ! I have noted the artists for the installations where possible.<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-77437009782149789222018-01-06T12:33:00.000+00:002018-01-06T13:24:15.144+00:00Frenchie's Covent Garden - Hello, Baby!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Kicking off the new year with a spanking new blog post because, like they say, start as you mean to finish. It's officially Day 6 of 2018 and I suspect the new year's eve hangovers are fading blissfully into the grey matter, unless you are still celebrating, in which case... I salute you! Anyhow, my hope is that this post will help kick-start my blogging on a regular basis. (Huge emphasis on hope!) </div>
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So, I've wanted to write about a fab restaurant I finally got to check out back in summer, and it's definitely in my top 5 culinary experiences in London and worthy of a share. If you're ever in the capital, I recommend a detour to Frenchie on Henrietta St, Covent Garden. Here's what we found when we stepped inside the beautiful interior of this little restaurant. </div>
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After snapping the obligatory entrance tiles for the Insta (yes, I did), we were warmly greeted and seated. The decor is stunning and subtle and a little retro so if you're like me and into interiors - you might experience a little whiplash. After downing bubbly whilst perusing the menu, we moved onto glasses of red and started on the bread and french butter. Yup, the "no carbs" rule is firmly out-the-door when dining out. I'm training myself not to go overboard on bread, but in this case, the bread was bloody amazing.<i> So, I had a slice or two.. nuff said. </i></div>
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Moving swiftly onto our starters, the foie gras was utterly sublime. I'm still thinking about it now, nothing short of orgasmic, and I mean that sincerely. </div>
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Like 99.9% of folks eating out - I love a good surprise. I want to experience something new - a new way of cooking or a bold combo of flavours. Obviously beyond my skills but you know, knowledge is power and all that, and I'm very keen to learn about EVERYTHING. This is where the Amuse bouche ticked all those boxes. The apple jelly sitting on top of the best crackling - literally melts in your mouth and the flavours are an old favourite but the dish isn't what you expect, and well, that's what I love. Amuse bouche literally translates to amuse mouth and that is, essentially, what this dish does.<br />
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The other winning starters we scoffed down? Bacon maple scones! These scones are a must-try, honestly, you can thank me later. And we can't forget the pigs head croquettes - they were delicious. I would happily order all of these dishes again, and again. And again.<br />
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So, what did we have for pudding? Well, as we're in London - it is pudding. The strawberries and raspberries pavlova (deconstructed) with the cutest baby meringues were lovely. And, the choc mousse and bacon ice cream I sampled a mouthful of chocolate heaven before my little side-kick heartily wolfed the lot down. </div>
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From the lovely tiled entrance and greeting on arrival to the gorgeous decor, amazing food and impeccable service - we were definitely won over. As we strolled out into the evening, my dear foodie friend and I both agreed, "We HAVE TO COME BACK HERE." And so we will. I think this was probably my most memorable meal of 2017. This year, I'm going to hunt down something at least equally special. Wish me luck! x</div>
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Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-71749138755946937422017-06-02T10:10:00.000+01:002017-06-02T10:10:27.696+01:00Spring time in London What's pink and white and fluffy all over? No, not quite unicorns - but close. London has blossomed, literally for the past two months and we've hit saturation point on Instagram with all the pink and white posts but, come on - it's SPRING. Who doesn't love flowers? Beautiful blooms are one of my obsessions and if there's a florist, or market stall in the vicinity, I'll probably have my face stuck in it. <br />
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Spring time in this city is lovely - that air of anticipation in the mornings - birds tweeting, clear blue skies, and everyone seems to be humming. So when the pavements are lined with blossoms, well, you know - you want to skip a little. <i>It's okay, nobody is watching. And if they are, who cares? Do it!</i><br />
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I've been doing a little spring cleaning on the blog and discovered some cool new templates - this layout, I think fits my mood right now. Let me know what you think! With the new season, I'll be blogging freestyle - it's open season on topics - and I'll be sharing my musings on writing, travelling and food, and a little dose of London life.<br />
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For now, though, here's a couple of snaps from my recent strolls, I hope you enjoy them. Follow me on Instagram for more! @taleiii Happy weekend! xox<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-39304472246993050382016-12-22T14:12:00.001+00:002016-12-22T20:29:27.084+00:00Saving Aleppo - How You Can Help<div>
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If you have struggled to comprehend the images and stories about Aleppo over the past week, you are not alone. I have been transfixed of late. It is difficult to fathom the terrifying nights and days that children and families have endured over the past few days, let alone five years. <br />
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Through all the stories I've seen, what has struck me most, is the number of small children being evacuated. Older siblings taking on their parent's role, makeshift families where people have been thrown together after their homes have been destroyed; all now homeless in desolate streets under desperate conditions. So many displaced in a barely recognisable place, in neighbourhoods which seem more akin to a dsytopian landscape. </div>
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The UN Refugee Agency tells us that there are 4.8 million refugees scattered across several countries in the region and globally, and a further 8.7 million Syrians displaced internally. Last Tuesday, the UN has voted to put monitors in place as observers for the Eastern Aleppo evacuation. Yesterday, they voted to create a team to investigate war crimes and human rights abuse. It will be an incredibly difficult road to rebuild Aleppo and other cities, and it will obviously take time, but I sincerely hope, everyone will be able to return to their rightful homes eventually.<br />
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This time of the year is full of traditions and celebrations, and as many of us prepare to welcome our own loved ones home for the holiday season, it is easy to turn away from the current events around the globe. Even if we all live oceans away, we are all connected. <i>If it we were in the same situation, how could, we not ask for help? </i>Here are some of the aid agencies and charities helping with the humanitarian efforts on the ground in Syria - please help, if you can by way of donations, or share this message through your networks. <br />
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1. <b>Medecins Sans Frontieres</b> ( Doctors Without Borders) providing medical support through six medical facilities across Northern Syria, and through 70 healthcare facilities run by Syrian doctors. To date, they have been denied access to government run areas, and so are limited to operate and provide support to the opposition areas where they support medical facilities and staff. Please help them to keep hospitals and facilities open. <a href="http://bit.ly/2i7LSlC" target="_blank">Donate</a><br />
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2. <b>The White Helmets</b> are a truly heroes - a band of 3,000 volunteers from all backgrounds, tailors, teachers, bakers and in some cases, ex-soldiers. They collectively form the Syria Civil Defence and seriously, in my opinion should be awarded for their work. If you are looking for a story to follow on this crisis - follow theirs. You can help them rebuild families and save lives. <a href="http://bit.ly/2hFMoLy" target="_blank">Donate</a><br />
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3. <b>International Rescue Committee</b> are providing emergency supplies people fleeing unsafe areas such as Aleppo, and they support local health facilities, and education for children, and livelihood centres. <a href="http://bit.ly/2hWJteV" target="_blank">Donate</a><br />
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4. <b>The International Red Cross</b> working with the Syrian Arab Red Crescent are working jointly to provide food and life-saving support. You can help via their Syria Crisis Appeal. <a href="http://bit.ly/22iv5hJ" target="_blank">Donate </a><br />
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5. <b> Save the Children</b> - There a several charities on the ground in Syria helping with the children and families during this war. Save the Children are providing food, emergency care, protection, clean water and warm clothes. Please help them. <a href="http://bit.ly/1vtDbpp" target="_blank">Donate</a></div>
Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-20019651680671669082015-11-06T21:09:00.000+00:002015-11-21T16:29:32.462+00:00Hello, Again. It occurred to me that I only had to sit here and write whatever thoughts popped into my head, and nobody would judge me. <i>At least, I hope not. </i>You see, I have composed numerous posts, countless times over this year - and then, just before posting them, I've not quite been able to push the 'publish' button. Like a territorial old ghost who surveys her draughty house, moving slowly from window-to-window, floor-to-floor, and lingering outside in the gardens - I've drifted in and out again. I have left those unpublished thoughts in limbo. <i>I don't why. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>So, where has this old ghost been this past year? Life, in the parallel universe has been busy. And I have been juggling hours and timezones and work, and travel and family, but, finally - I can start to let my musings loose onto the blog once more. <i>S</i>o, here I am. And it feels like confession time! I will blow off the cobwebs and pull the covers from the furniture. For now, though - this feels right and I know, I'll push the publish button, this time. <br />
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PS: A few snaps from this year's adventures. I am obsessed with travel, food, and photography - if you are on instagram, please come play. Instagram: @taleiii<br />
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It’s been several days, and he’s not called. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Actually, he rarely calls</em>. He’s more of messager — texter — child of the digital age. We barely speak on the phone. Does — “I’m outside” — count? <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Thought not. </em>Truth be told, we barely speak when we see each other — at least, not in the conventional way. Our bodies speak, our minds scream — unspoken words claw at each other. Our eyes feast. Arms and legs; <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">unleashed.</em></div>
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<a href="" id="45aa" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>I’m waiting now. And, it’s in the waiting that the wanting starts. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Unfurls.</em>Slams itself against walls; cases the floors. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Falls on the floor; lays in disarray.</em>There’s a discipline in waiting, a comfortable silence. And it’s somewhere between the hunger and the anger, and frustration. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Why won’t he just pick up the damn phone?</em></div>
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<a href="" id="3944" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>Here’s another truth, — I’ve googled ‘He’s not really that into you’ — countless times, and ticked each box. If he doesn’t contact you within 5 days — he’s not that into you. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Tick.</em> If he keeps cancelling on you -he’s a total shit, and you should totally delete his number. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Tick. </em>You should hunt down his last lover and get the low-down.<em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> Okay, maybe not tick. </em>Enough ticks to make the Bingo lady’s head spin, and my girlfriends to give me that ‘hard stare’ across the table. It’s the judging I can’t abide. And yet, I still wait.</div>
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<a href="" id="9a18" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>How did I get here? How many times have I been here? The hard wood floor beneath my fingers is cold. Outside in the garden, the neighbour’s dog has chased something — another bird or a squirrel, — into the undergrowth, it’s barking switches quickly from impossible excitement to frustrated growls. I glance at the windows where the rain gently tap-tap-taps on the panes. Barely audible while I lie here. Lost in these cotton-wool-like thoughts. Of him. Of me. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">Of us? </em>And why do I wait?</div>
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<a href="" id="f963" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>I wait — because I’ve fallen deeply for this man. Fallen hard; fallen fast — but, there’s a freedom in this falling, bittersweet and ‘oh so lovely’. There’s a courage in failing, and a macabre beauty in the unravelling of someone’s heart. Even more so terrifying if it’s your own.</div>
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<a href="" id="f4d7" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>How many times can this grown girl fall? Countless, it seems. And what’s that lesson in life — in love? It’s not in the falling that we learn, but in the getting back up? I believe that getting back up translates to ‘hope’. And if we don’t have hope — then what?</div>
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<a href="" id="8f43" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>So, I stare up the grey ceiling, and wait. The rain stops tapping, the neighbour’s dog falls silent, the afternoon’s shadows slowly sweep across the floor. I close my eyes and inhale slowly, deeply and carefully I release that breath. My ribcage deflates, letting<em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> it </em>all out. And, as if on cue, there’s a low buzzing sound from the phone beside me. <em class="markup--em markup--p-em">At last.</em></div>
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<a href="" id="7e03" style="background-color: transparent; text-decoration: none;"></a>Yes. I’ve fallen, but it’s in the vain hope, that I will learn to fly.<em class="markup--em markup--p-em"> Again.</em></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="markup--em markup--p-em">PS:</span><em class="markup--em markup--p-em" style="font-style: normal;"> </em></span><em class="markup--em markup--p-em"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We all ride that roller coaster of emotions when we pin our hopes on someone we really like - and I thought about that recently - the highs and lows of that ride, - all the times when you wait for someone to call-text-message you - and they take their sweet time about replying. I posted this over at Medium earlier, I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts. - Talei xo</span></em></div>
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Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-36711989067535565422014-05-26T13:25:00.000+01:002014-05-26T15:27:12.265+01:00Monday's Musings: The Twisted World of Elliot Rodger. <div>
Several thoughts crossed my mind yesterday, gave me reason to pause. Admittedly, it was during the morning scroll through my Twitter stream, so you'll have to excuse the randomness of this post. The thing about Twitter is that, it is a fluid, living, breathing entity in its own right. Crowds amass, shake angry fists - express their collective <i>outrage </i>at all manner of life - Politics, Religion, War, Crime, Poverty, Dictators, and barely-clothed twerking musicians. On the flip-side, it's a seething love nest over Film, Fashion, Food, Hipster brands, Books - the list is endless.</div>
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This weekend, we gathered to shout! <i>Yes, shout! </i> Both genders stood shoulder-to-shoulder, horrified at Elliot Rodger's shooting spree in Santa Barbara. But then, quietly in the background, there were a few who were sympathetic to this young man's cause. And at the risk of having missiles tossed my way - I'm going to go out on a limb and say this. Watching the now infamous video, I saw a hurt, rejected and simpering young man with an inferiority complex, whose uncontrollable anger at the rejection he felt, not just by the hot blonde sl*ts, he repeatedly jeered, but also, by the society he grew up in, - resulted in the horrific shootings and loss of six young lives. Don't ask me to explain that laugh though, it struck me as something of a pantomime quality.</div>
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Elliot Rodger's manifesto, if you actually attempt it, is revealing in itself - not just about the young man's deluded sense of entitlement but, in my opinion, his words, his story, his life is a sad reflection of our society today. We covet lifestyles of the rich and famous, our appetite for the material objects is insatiable, and we chase love in the form of a faux beauty - only because that embodiment of beauty is what's been shoved down our throats since before we hit puberty. <br />
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I'm equally annoyed that many people won't recognise Elliot Rodger, as 'our problem' - guns and mental illness are always at the core of mass shootings, irrespective of city, country or nationality. In this digital world, everything, love, dating, and friendship - are all online, instant, accessible - and built on a billion fucking photoshopped pixels. What we really need to do is change the perception of what beauty and true love is for the younger generations. </div>
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Last night, as I sat here and stared out into the evening light, I wondered... if there was a girl out there in Elliot Rodger's twisted world, who maybe - just maybe, fancied him enough to date him - but he was too caught up chasing the fucked-up-faux-fairytale to even notice. Yes, in amongst the bloodshed and twisted metal, I'm still a romantic - I still believe that love can save us all. <i>Lord, help me. </i></div>
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Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-43897727969484298682013-12-25T16:39:00.002+00:002013-12-25T16:41:19.542+00:00Happy Holidays! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gosh, this year has flown! December is almost over and another Christmas evening is fading. I love the festive traditions of this season, celebrating family and friendships, exchanging gifts, writing cards -the 'old-fashioned' way, and yes, even traipsing down to the Post Office to pick-up parcels. My absolute favourite 'chrismassy' thing to do', is decorate the tree with my little one. I say 'little one' but he's now 8 years old, and will undoubtedly tower over me in the not-too-distant-future. <i>Deep sigh. </i><br />
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Another favourite from my Christmas <i>to do </i>list, is to take a stroll through the old streets of London, Nobody does Christmas, quite like London. Methinks. <i>Well, okay, maybe NYC comes close, and I hear Iceland is pretty good. </i>I love browsing through window displays in the rather glamourous stores, soaking up the atmosphere in the streets. There is always such a sense of excitement in the crowds. Did mention the pretty Christmas lights? <i>Tres sparkly.</i><br />
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This holiday break, I will mostly be horizontal on the sofa. It's a welcome reprieve after the manic rush in the lead-up to Christmas. <i>My feet and liver are grateful, let me tell you.</i> From the comfort of plumped cushions, I can indulge a little reading, writing, and yes, possibly a few culinary treats! <i>How about you? </i> If you are celebrating Christmas, I hope its a good one where ever you are. <i> </i>Here's a few snaps from My December thus far, I hope you will enjoy. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh Christmas trees! @ Indie stores in Greenwich.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A most ostentatious Father Christmas @ Fortum @ Mason</td></tr>
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<b><i><u>Photocredits: </u></i></b><i>Yours truly via my instagram @taleiii</i></div>
Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-42501494946723010222013-11-07T15:04:00.001+00:002013-11-07T15:11:23.965+00:00A Stellar Evening In London - With Stella McCartneyI love it when my friends send me emails with subject lines that read - 'Stella McCartney Spring 2014 Preview RSVP' - and then they add a casual 'Are you interested?' <i>Interested, wot? </i>Cue Conor Maynard's latest tune, 'Are you crazy? Are you stupid? Must be crazy...?' YES, PLEASE! I reply, and hit 'send' faster than a doughnut-crazed-lady-post-gym-workout-looking-for-her-next-sugar-hit. <br />
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For the record, my friend is not crazy or stupid. She's very smart - and quite fashionable. My next question to her was, 'WHAT TO WEAR?' And then I ran around the house like a crazy-person-who-needs-to-find-a-new-outfit, that you know, was suitable to be seen in, - in front of Stella, and oh - several fashionistas of Knightsbridge. <i>No pressure, then. *sucks in cheeks, tummy, and clenches thighs* </i><br />
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So, anyhow - in a nutshell, that's how I ended up sipping champagne, and eyeballing fabulous floral and python print frocks at Harvey Nichols last night. Vogue's UK contributing editor Christa D'Souza interviewed Stella McCartney, statuesque models slinked around the pretty flower stall setting behind them. Stella spoke about her inspirations, on her parents creativity, her early days studying at St Martins, how Savile Row tailoring influences her designs, and the importance of pockets - and wait for it - whether or not to show your knees. <br />
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<b>A few memorable quotes from the interview:</b><br />
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"A woman of a certain age has to look good."</div>
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"Celebrate your knees!"</div>
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"I'm not a screamer as a designer, I'm not trying to take over the world."</div>
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<i>- And my favourite - </i></div>
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"When a woman comes into a room, she should be noticed for the right reasons, not the wrong reasons." </div>
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During the Q&A time with the audience, I was lucky enough to ask my own question - which went something like this:<br />
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<b>Me: </b> You're very passionate about fashion and design, - <i>(um really, nothing like stating the obvs), - </i>you've built a successful brand -Stella McCartney,<i> - </i>if you hadn't become a designer, was there another path you might have taken? <br />
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<b>Stella:</b> Well, I did think about singing - but I didn't that was a good road to go down... <i>(insert raucous laughter from the room)</i> - and my family aren't bankers or hedge fund people - so I knew something creative is what I wanted to be. I always knew I wanted to be a fashion designer from very young, otherwise an architect or landscape gardening - I love gardening!<br />
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All in all, t'was a fabulous fun night in London. Stella's Spring 2014 collection was a welcome antidote to a dark and dusky autumnal eve, and I can't wait for the next casually scripted invite to land in my mailbox. <i>*opens email, waits...*</i><br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-84459381071209542012013-10-31T13:56:00.000+00:002013-10-31T14:38:58.506+00:00Happy Endings, Darlings, - Or Not.I love books. I love reading them, I love losing myself in the worlds that are far-flung from my usual day-to-day routine, and lately I've been desperately searching for a novel that will actually surprise me, one that will genuinely catch me unawares - some might say 'Holy Grail', but I say, pffft - if you want it - it will come. Yesterday, I came to the end of a murder-crime-thriller, and to my 'horror', on page 482 of the 483 page novel, I found the main character was 'offed' - stabbed, left to die alone on a bed of leaves in the corner of some London cemetery. <br />
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Having read <i>so far</i>, i.e to the very end of the story, I was utterly appalled to find another senseless killing. Worse, I felt nothing for the character. I'm not sure what that says about the story overall, however this whole 'Killing Off Your Darlings' concept has gotten up my nose of late. And I have to ask myself - is it really worth it? Do we have no other alternative ending to stories? Because, 'hello' - in case you didn't know it, killing off characters is a little passe. <i>So very last season.</i> At least for ce moir, and I'm not alone on this one, right? <br />
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When I read endings which are mind-numbingly nonsensical, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. My general reaction is cyclical - like this: Mild Annoyance -> Abusive Language -> Tosses Book Hard Across Room -> '<i>What The F**k - I could've been writing my own book</i>' face, A***hole -> Angry Tweets About Book - Moves On To Next Book -> Goes Back to Start.<br />
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Last week, I stumbled across a tweet which I think is a great reminder of how passionate readers are about books - and this book in particular was about a Dystopian YA series where the MC bites the bullet at the end. I won't 'name' names because it's the reaction I'm interested in. The tweet was via @evilwylie, it's from an excerpt of a book review, it went something like this:<br />
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<i>" Dear___, Your Characters Belong to Us, the Readers, Not You. How Dare You?" </i><br />
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Other reviews online for the same book were along the lines of: <i>"WTF Ending? The End?" </i>and,<i> "I didn't see that coming - oh, but now I'm seeing a unicorn."</i><br />
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And I think, these reviewers comments sum up a lot of what I'm feeling about 'Unhappy Endings' right now. If you're writing - and you feel the need to kill someone off - please make sure it 'fits' the damn story. Don't kill your darlings because you think it makes you grittier or somehow, a more serious writer. Unless you're writing pantomimes, don't toss in another body for the bloody sake of a 'shock-horror' ending. <br />
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When readers connect to characters, and follow 'their' journey ( not yours), from Book One to Book Two - don't slam a 'ha-ha-gotcha' ending in Book Three. Because thats how it feels. I'll leave the final words of this ranty post to another reviewer. "<i>I feel empty. I didn't think I'd feel empty."</i> I think this translates to, that was boring - I read your book, you gave me nothing in return but sore eyes and a late start to the morning.<br />
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All in all, what I'm saying is this - don't go for the usual endings, it's boring - and when all is said and done, what the hell is so wrong with a happy ending? How's that for a twist?<br />
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<b><i>PS:</i></b> If you've waded through this post to the end - please do share any good reads you've found lately - I am hungry for some great books right now! Happy Halloween, Tricksters! XO<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-73589299685659039182013-09-13T13:49:00.001+01:002013-09-15T16:46:22.670+01:00Why Books Are My Bag<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The simplest of messages are always the most savvy - and most memorable! Here's one for you all - if you love books, get down to your local bookstore, and show them some big gooey Michelin-Man-sized love! <br />
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I could walk you through my childhood memories of picture books, tell you how books were my friends from an early age, tell you about hours spent under the willow tree in my parents garden, with my head buried in a book. I could recite the Shakespeare etched on teen-angst ridden grey cells, and jolly on about all the wonderful books that have kept me going long into adulthood. I could tell you about all those amazing stories that <i>still</i> keep me up at night - the ones that make me laugh like an insane lady one minute, and turn me into a bedridden weeping baby, the next. But, I'm sure your own book memories are so much better.<br />
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The sad truth is, we are losing bookstores everyday. According to an article in the <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/feb/22/independent-bookshops-73-closures-2012" target="_blank">Guardian </a>earlier this year, <i>"73 Independent booksellers shut up shop in 2012 - more than one casualty for every week of the year - bringing the number left in the UK down to just 1,028." </i><br />
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The reality is that if we love our bookstores as much as we keep saying - we need to put our money where our mouth is. And, while online megastores may well fill our internet landscapes at every turn, it would be a tragedy to see bookstores and libraries go the way of dinosaurs. Books are so much more than a quick buck at the click of a mouse. They are much, much more. There's a connection - books, people, stories and storytellers, we all belong together. We all make memories together.<br />
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Tomorrow, the <a href="http://www.booksaremybag.com/" target="_blank">'Books Are My Bag' campaign</a> celebrates books and bookstores with a big book party! Yes, Britain and Ireland, that means you. However, lets not just stop here - where ever you live, the Ukraine, Japan, Alaska or even, I don't know, the Falklands? It doesn't matter, you remember that Ice Age thing, right? <i>Yes. </i> Well, it's not too late - you can still show your love for books. Lets keep our bookstores open for future generations.Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-66225311801720964822013-09-06T12:05:00.001+01:002013-09-06T12:40:02.004+01:00Flying SoloIt was early saturday morning, that magical moment before sunrise and coffee, where time zones are murky and the neighbourhood dogs haven't quite stirred. I was sitting at my desk and somewhere in the background, pieces of a rather insane conversation filtered through the fog. My ears pricked, I leaned in. Scribe Junior had his Grandmother C on the phone. <i>All the way from little NZ.</i><br />
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SJ: Grandma, guess what?<br />
G: What?<br />
SJ: I found you a new boyfriend! <br />
G: *a little too excited* Really? Who?<br />
SJ: *picks up his iPad, taps on screen* Actually, I'm downloading him now! <br />
G: What?<br />
SJ: He's from Pakistan.<br />
G: Oh.<br />
SJ: Actually, he lives in Bangalore but he's from Tajikistan!<br />
G: Oh.<br />
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I laughed. <i>Quite hard. </i>Later that day, at Hampstead Heath, we picnicked with a few girlfriends, and SJ was in full swing. He'd decided to download boyfriends for everyone. The only problem was, all boyfriends appeared to be inanimate objects. For example, V was paired off with a storage room; N was pointed towards a small stone building in the park. I mean, it was a lovely building but being discerning creatures, we questioned why anyone would want an empty room for a boyfriend?<br />
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SJ: Well because, if you get tired, you don't have to go far, you can just sleep in the room -won't that be good?<br />
All the the single ladies: Um, no -actually, not good - what if you want a cuddle? You can't cuddle a storage room.<br />
SJ: But you can put a nice chair in there, - <i>and</i> a TV.<br />
All the single ladies: I think you need to work on that one.<br />
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Last night, SJ proudly handed me a small drawing.<br />
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SJ: Here you go, Mummy!<br />
Me: What's that?<br />
SJ: I 'downloaded' you a boyfriend!<br />
Me: *stares at stick figure on flapping piece of A4* Wow.<br />
SJ: His name is Jack Jay. <br />
Me: Cool. I'm going to pin him up in the kitchen, on the noticeboard.<br />
SJ: That's good! And, you can talk to him whenever you want to, like when you're working in there.<br />
Me: Like, when I'm doing the dishes and stuff?<br />
SJ: Yes.<br />
Me: That's just...perfect.<br />
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I give you Jack Jay. He sits, pride of place on the noticeboard. I'm looking forward to romantic walks in the park with him this autumn.<br />
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<b><i>PS: </i></b>The joys of single motherhood. Nobody said it would be easy but when your child has a wild imagination, and is wise beyond his years? Well - the days just fly by. I hope you're all enjoying the last of the summer weather! I am. -Talei XO<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-2292916949492736192013-07-08T20:30:00.003+01:002013-10-31T12:01:05.428+00:00Sleepless In London<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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In recent months, I've travelled a little. New York surprised me in April. Every time I step out of a taxi in Manhattan, it hits me. That rattle 'n' hum, old city, wide streets, fast-talking-street-walking-natives. Bums. Suits. Hobos. Attitude. Give me your all, give me nothing. Just give me something. Always, I say, we should venture off the island, take a train to Washington or Boston. That day never eventuates. And, every single visit, I say earnestly to my friends, I wish I'd moved here. Coulda-woulda-shoulda. Instant regret in a moment of too many. It's an honest thought.<br />
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Aside, from the coffee and bagels, spontaneous conversations on the subway, lazy languid strolls through Central Park, and rooftop sunsets - here's my five reasons to visit New York!<br />
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1. The spectacular views from the top of the <a href="http://www.esbnyc.com/" target="_blank">Empire State Building</a>. Mind-blowing, awe-inspiring. Follow the velvet ropes through the winding souvenir trails and go straight to the top. If you get to NYC and you don't do this, then really, you should just stay home and slap yourself... silly.<br />
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2. An early morning walk across the <a href="http://www.brooklynbridgepark.org/" target="_blank">Brooklyn bridge. </a> Because, why not? You're in NYC -just do it! Take a coffee and bagel, shove your earplugs in and walk. Or sway. Little attitude with those hips doesn't hurt either.<br />
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3. Walk <a href="http://www.thehighline.org/" target="_blank">The High Line</a>. A wonderful use of an old railway line that locals campaigned to keep and convert into a public 'green' space. Again, with the walking and talking... this is the place to do it.<br />
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4a. The <a href="http://www.nypl.org/" target="_blank">New York Library</a>. Books. Writing. Librarian types with fabulous up-dos. 'Nuff said!<br />
4b. <a href="http://circleline42.com/new-york-cruises/cruise-details.aspx?id=1" target="_blank">A ferry ride</a> around the island. One the best ways to see the cityscape is to get off the island and into the Hudson. On a boat. Take your camera and get snapping!<br />
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5. Old friends. I love catching up with friends when I travel. One of my loveliest friends lives in NYC and she's always been an inspiration. We caught up. I told her that my dog, Freddy had died and she said, "Yes, Talei, I know. I read your blog!" And we laughed. Then she said, "have you finished writing that book yet?" And I smiled. Because I realised that through my writing and this blog, my friends and family will always know what I'm doing with my life, all the way over here, in <i>sunny</i> London. So, I will promise to write more often... here.<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-27669022694236505512013-03-01T14:28:00.003+00:002013-03-01T14:28:56.892+00:00Snowflakes On My Face And All Those Little ThingsIsn't it ironic, that when someone dies, you only remember the best parts of them? Suddenly their annoying traits become quirky, all their habits, -those teeth-grinding, hair-pulling inducing behaviours are now the fondest of memories. <i>Death, you are surprising. </i><br />
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Last night, we swapped our sunny beach villa in Goa for a snowy runway in London but I was relieved to be back. This morning, my alarm went off with a reminder that my hound would be home tomorrow. Less than an hour later though, I received a call from the kennels where my trusty four-legged rascal was staying during my holiday. <i>"I'm afraid, I've some really bad news about Fred..." </i>I can't recall what I said, because it was at that exact moment, all those 'quirky' habits came flooding back, the annoying things he did, like roll around in horse manure, after I'd specifically told him not to, or bark when the doorbell rang. All day, I've heard his claws running along the floorboards. <i>Ironic, isn't it?</i></div>
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So on my Sunday afternoon run? I took my usual route along backstreets, secret paths, and slowly, slowly, up grassy hills in the local park but it wasn't until I turned into 'our' street that tears slipped down my cheek. <i>Here was the place I walked him every morning. </i> I pushed my face into the wind and I torn down the path. <i>Here was the place where he had gotten stuck in a pile of leaves whilst sniffing out some piece of trash.</i> <i>Here was the place where I'd cried over nothing and he'd been my only witness. </i>I looked skyward, apologised to Le Hound for not being here, and then it started to snow, just lightly. <i>Snowflakes on my face. Sloppy kisses from the sky. I know that it was Freddy saying goodbye. </i></div>
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1. There is no clear definition of 'Hipster,' - it's useful as both an insult and a compliment, yeah you hipsters, it is! And I love the sound of it rolling off my tongue. <br />
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2. I am officially 'pants' at making gravy and I am PROUD of that fact. Ever since my Chef Sister casually mentioned that 'a good gravy takes at least 11 hours to simmer', I realised I don't have 11 hours to spare.<br />
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3. No matter how many Cat Pictures appear in my Facebook feed, I will <i>never</i> be a Cat person. Which is a positive thing really, it means I'll never be that crazy old lady down the street with a thousand furry friends in her house. <i>I'll leave that to all you cool-cat hipsters out there.</i><br />
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4. Big Girls Do SO Cry. I think this could be a talent of sorts, - I can cry at the drop of a hat. I cry at Christmas adverts on TV, I'm constantly pulling tissues out at the movies, I've blubbered on public transport whilst reading books, - now if I could just turn tears into, I dunno, cash?<br />
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5. You should never hang up on a Priest's answer machine, he will find you.<br />
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6. Lady Gaga is younger than Carly Rae Jepsen and I find this a little disturbing but I can't explain that either. Call me on the tele-tele-phone or like, call me maybe? <i>Maybe not.</i><br />
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7. I suck at editing sex scenes. Pun most definitely intended.<br />
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8. Gangnam style is not going to disappear easily. <i>*deepest regretful sigh*</i><br />
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9. Children are little philosophers and you really should listen to their conversations. Covertly is best, as that's when they're at their most natural. Preferably do this with your own children or nieces and nephews. Do not randomly hang out at parks and eavesdrop on kids. That will get you arrested.<br />
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In less than 24 hours, Christmas morning will dawn, friends and family will greet each other warmly, gifts and goodwill will be exchanged, children will wreak havoc and small dogs will run amuck. Lovers will kiss under the mistletoe and old couples will cuddle on the sofa, when they think no-one is watching. A tonne of turkey-lamb-ham-duck will be served up, a staggering number of Christmas pudding will be tossed out, and mothers the world over will require several glasses of sherry before 12noon. Without a doubt, there'll be tears and laughter, but, as crazy as this holiday season is, it's worth it in the end, non? <i>Certainment.</i><br />
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At this time of the year, I love the quietness between the craziness. Those calm moments where you sit back and ponder the year that was, and the year that you wished for. Generally speaking, I find this type of reflection can be wildly enhanced by a glass of mulled wine, or champers. <i>Up to you, of course! </i>This Christmas, I wish for a great many things, and I can't wait to see the excitement on Scribe Junior's face as he opens his presents. I wish my family and I didn't live so far apart, and I wish my mother would suddenly, <i>magically</i> remember international timezones when she picks up that phone to call me, on Christmas morning,<i> my time</i>. And, secretly, I wish for a long, <i>long </i>cuddle with someone special. <br />
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I hope Santa delivers that new Dior handbag, a sparkly pair of heels, oh, and if he could arrange that date with Tom Hardy. Or, Bradley Cooper, that would be great. Both unlikely, but I'm putting it out there. <i>Again. </i>Also, I'm wishing away Brad Pitt's god-awful hair and his Chanel no 5 advert. We're all in agreement on that one, right? <i>Why oh why, Brad?</i><br />
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Mostly, though, as cliche as it sounds, I really do wish for world peace! Yes, I do. This year has seen some incredibly shocking events take place which, if I could, I would, wish them away in an instant. Well, these are my Christmas wishes, it's probable that only one of these will come true, but hell, you can't stop a girl from hoping.<br />
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If you could have one wish granted this year, what would it be?<br />
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<i><b>A/N:</b></i> Thank you to everyone who has stopped by and read my posts this year, I wish you all a wonderful festive season! May Love, Peace and Happiness feature widely in your holidays. - Talei xox<br />
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<br />Taleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07317577935549931974noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590413918586199527.post-30828616899166612812012-11-19T16:06:00.000+00:002012-11-19T17:02:17.711+00:00Book Review: Orhan Pamuk's Silent House<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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It's impossible to wander into London's oldest bookstore and leave without purchasing at least one good book. On a rather chilly autumnal afternoon, post-brunch with friends, I wandered into Hatchards. The store is a treat in itself, doubly so during the cold dark seasons where you can take refuge in the deepest corners and hide away from the world, if only for a while.<br />
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In one particular corner, a certain dust-jacket caught my eye, - Silent House it said and so silently, I picked it up, flipped it over, flipped it back, traced the stunning image with my fingers and sighed. <i>Yes, you're beautiful, I thought. Please let you be beautiful on the inside too, I whispered. </i>I held my breath and read the first few pages.... yes, yes... you were very good but then I checked the inside cover and thought, are you really worth £18.99? At this point, my friends appeared out of the darkness, promptly pointed towards the basement, 'paperbacks are that way', they cited. And for a brief moment, all the tweeting about e-books pricing and paperbacks, flashed before my eyes 'matrix-style'. For the first time, I felt uneasy about paying so much for a hardback. Could I wait a few months for the paperback? In short, the answer was, NO. <i>You were too beautiful and you were coming home with me that day. </i><br />
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<i>So, back to the book review. </i>The story is set during the summer of 1979, in a small Turkish beachside town before the military coup in 1980, and it's told from several of the characters point of view. Fatma, the main protagonist, is a cantankerous grand-matriarch, a wilful, naive old lady, and surprisingly or not, as the story unfolds, we soon discover that she can also be quite vile. She is mostly bedridden in her rambling old 'Silent House' near the beach. Her daily chores and bidding are taken care of by one very intriguing dwarf named Recep, who by the way, is her late husband's illegitimate son. Each year, her three bothersome grandchildren visit her from Istanbul. There is Faruk - a failed historian, his younger siblings, his sister Nilgun who loves to read and brother Metin, who yearns for a life in America. In the small village, we meet Ismail, Recep's brother, who sells lottery tickets, and Hasan, Ismail's young son who is caught up with a local gang of nationalists. As fate would have it, Ismail becomes infatuated with Nilgun whose ideals are more Left than Right. <br />
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For me, this is a story about social classes, the yearning to belong, to obtain status, and to fail. It's about family, relationships, love, betrayal and of course tragedies. The skeletons are practically busting out of Fatma's beloved closet. If you recall that song 'I'm glad I'm not a Kennedy', you could apply to this tale and rename it to, ' I'm glad I'm not a Darvinoglu.' With the narrative interchanging between five characters, after the first few chapters, I found my favourites, and my interest only waned with a couple of the characters, that being Faruk and Fatma. I felt the need to re-read several mutterings and remind myself at times that this book was translated from Turkish to English. Also, that it was written 30 years ago. I'll be honest, at times, after re-reading Fatma's ramblings, I wanted to strangle the old lady. <i>Not that she reminded me of my own mother, mind. </i><br />
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I particularly enjoyed the inner monologues of Hasan and Metin, both were the most compelling for me, but as I turned the last page, I felt a little cheated, at least for Recep and his brother Ismail. I wanted to know more about them, the possibilities of what happened. With this story, we see what Orhan Pamuk wants to reveal to us, and I think that's the point. There are many layers to each of these characters and with each chapter, it's just beneath the surface that Pamuk allows us a glimpse of what each one is thinking, and then the veil swiftly drops again. Like a circus act, like a clever magician, like a wily old spider who weaves her web, quietly says 'there you are', and then sits back. You consider how life went on for each of these characters after closing this book. The possibilities are endless with this story and sometimes, you just have to dream them up yourself. <i>I certainly did. </i><br />
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