Every day I have a peruse of the Print and Pattern Blog here.  Despite only being vaguely creative I am, nonetheless, interested in design and this is a fabulous site.  Over the years even friends of mine have been featured (how fabulous is that?!) and I’ve been introduced to many, MANY new ideas and sites - including my beloved Etsy.

Pretty much every day I covet something featured, either directly or indirectly and , far from making me feel like a rabid consumer, I feel quite good about myself and confident in my own tastes.  That’s probably because, on my income, coveting rarely leads to buying. 

 So, dear reader, covet away.  It costs nothing to want after all. 

After nursing a nasty bout of flu - lovely way to see in the New Year - I’ve been pottering around t’internet and watching movie trailers.  Yes indeed, the title of this post refers not to some ghastly and unwanted Christmas gift but to a movie.  A movie of which the trailer had me clapping my hands with glee.  Oh, I know it will lack all the interest and promising storyline the trailer portrays, but I still want to part with a bit of money and make the long journey to the ‘local’ cinema to see it.  And its not alone.  Be Kind Rewind, Cloverfield, the new National Treaure, No Country For Old Men and The Savages are all likely candidates for a large bag of Minstrels (possibly even peanut M&Ms)  and a few hours spent in a darkened room. 

Is it just me or is there definitely a surfeit of ‘must see’ movies already this year? 

I remember the days, (scarily two decades or so ago), when Karaoke machines were all the rage.  Regardless of how ageing that last remark was, I find myself quite stunned at how expensive Karaoke machines are even now.  For poops and giggles I thought I’d buy one to have some fun with at Christmas but not at those prices!  Even the ones aimed for kiddies are around the £70 mark and they can range up to hundreds of pounds.  For a Karaoke machine.  For something your sherried-up Nan will have a go at twice a year.  For something which elicits a Vic-Reeves-Pub-Singer performance from anyone within a two mile radius. 

Maybe I’m just tight with money.  You know what they say; you can take the lass out of Yorkshire, but you’ll never take Yorkshire out of the lass. 

kategift, originally uploaded by onegirlpileup.

Oh, how I’m addicted to Etsy, the site for all things handmade. This is a bespoke necklace I had made for a friend in the USA. Being a Bostonian, she loves her seafood (hence the lobster charm) and she is also currently on the waiting list for a heart transplant (hence the heart charm). It was lovely to be able to choose something so personal and appropriate; the way gifts ’should’ be thought of, rather that than something mass-market and soul-less. Much of my Christmas shopping this year has been derived from Etsy and that makes me feel all warm inside.

indolentrevenueOriginally uploaded by onegirlpileup

With HMRC getting so much bad press lately, it reminded me of some rather clever (and alarmingly realistic) spoof forms I’d seen on the web ages ago. As amusing as this is, it’s very easy for your glee to dissipate when faced with actually filling in the tomes of real ones when you need to. Which I do. And soon.

After many years of ‘personal’ blogging, I’ve decided to get back into the true spirit of a WEBlog and post and mutter about things I find interesting, amusing or otherwise engaging on my interweb travels.

Today is the LOLCats phenomenon.  There’s something about funny photos of animals that’s just irresitable!  Add captions in a bizarre version of ‘L33T’ speak and you’re away.  As I type, my own cat, Red, is whining to come in out of the cold and wet.  He’s meowing at me through the window.  I can imagine him saying “hai. let me in da howse wuman”.  Or words to that effect. 

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