In keeping with the tradition of not being allowed to play out on Good Friday as a child, and though I am lapsed in the Anglican tradition, I always try to give dovegreyreader, and all of you, some peace and quiet over the Easter weekend.
That doesn't mean I don't sneak back when no one's looking, so never say never etc, and now that I am moving on from the Ochre chapter in Colour - Travels Through the Paintbox by Victoria Finlay I plan to flood your eyes with colour instead of words.
You might want to seek out your Raybans in readiness.
The book is a real exercise in keeping a colour in my mind's eye and then keeping that mind's eye on the lookout for it, and the consequence is that I have nearly tripped over and gone flat on my face several times, and have been known to whip the camera out and take pictures of the oddest things.
The best moment might have be in Cornelissen's the fabulous artist's shop in Bloomsbury where I was drooling over the jars of pigment and of course did ask permission, but I'm not sure they fully grasped the importance of my mission to bring you Ochre wherever I found it.
Meanwhile the Ochre patchwork block for the 'Colour' wallhanging that might will look like a paintbox when it is done is finished. Hand pieced, one row sewn on upsidedown and unpicked because I was watching that very scary series Whitechapel and not really concentrating, and then I 'lost' it in the big furniture shuffle round we have had lately. Then, as you do, I suddenly had one of those 3am lightbulb moments when it occurred to me that I might, for once, have been eminently sensible and tucked the block in the page of the book.
Even better I remembered that 3am lightbulb moment the next day...
Meanwhile I hope the Easter Bunny comes to visit where you are if you are expecting them to ...this another of Dorothy CP Ward's lovely paintings...
We may be eating our way through a tray of these freshly-baked from Ellis's Bakery, and the Tinker may have been up bright and early to get them and bring them over to us in time for coffee, because he lives a few doors up from the Bakery, and he is only eighty-seven after all...or he may be watching the Test Match instead.
And we wish you all a happy, restful and peaceful weekend, though I know that might all be relative to whatever is going on in your home, I think ours might be full too ...but have a good one.
I shall be reading more from The Nature Table, immersing myself in the writing of Elizabeth Taylor in readiness for the event at Battle Library in Reading, and I may make a start on my next A.S.Byatt, Babel Tower too...or perhaps I fancy another Elizabeth Bowen...or there is...or maybe...
How about you??
Some good holiday reads lined up??
I'll see you rested, read-up and raring to go on the other side of Bank Holiday Monday.