Saturday, 31 July 2010

teatime tweets

A few new notecard designs I'm working on...more to follow!

Thursday, 29 July 2010

will somebody please buy me this?

A brightly coloured lomo camera, decorated by the careful hands of Rob Ryan, with a fisheye lens!  What could be cooler than that?

I will stop posting lazy photographs soon and treat you to some new illustrations.  I'm currently hard at work on a little bundle of notecards (which I'm considering titling 'Teatime Tweets'...clearly I have been working at Paperchase for too long) so I will share those as soon as they are up to scratch!

Now, if you will excuse me, I am off to bust some moves in my sister's new living room.

Saturday, 24 July 2010

yes please

This one goes out to Helen, who loves to bake and Ella, who like me, loves anything with a hint of ginger.  More of a winter warmer, I suppose, but so easy to make that you don't really have an excuse!

To make one batch of delightfully spicy* ginger cookies, you will need:

5oz Self Raising Flour
2oz Butter
2 Tsp Ground Ginger
1 Tsp Ground Cinnamon
2 Tbsp Caster Sugar
2 Tbsp Golden Syrup

1. Pre-heat the oven to 190°C / 375°F / Gas Mark 5
2. Grease and line two baking trays with greaseproof paper
3. Sift together all of the dry ingredients
4. Heat the butter and syrup together in a pan until melted
5. Combine the wet and dry mixtures until a soft dough forms
(Add more flour if sticky)
6. Form small balls of dough with your hands and place them on the baking trays, allowing space for growth (they get big)
7. Flatten them slightly with the base of a spoon and add a tiny sprinkle of caster sugar
8. Bake in the oven for twenty minutes, or until golden
9. Allow to cool and enjoy!

Super tasty fresh from the oven.  They probably make a fine accompaniment to a cup of tea.

* Word of warning, I would be less generous with the ginger.  Mine were H-O-T.

Monday, 19 July 2010

moving on

It will soon be time to bid farewell to the home with the moss green carpets, the Victorian tiles, the painted chairs, the wild garden glittered with cigarette butts from upstairs, the tiniest letterbox in the world that insists no post will ever get through, the window that never opens, the constant murmur of traffic and the chirping of the little green man, the Italian lady across the street that likes to wave and assumes we're married, the most beautiful view of Bath (bar that frightful office block I used to work in), the ping pong tournaments that have scarred our coffee table, the mice that decided to take up residency last winter, the funny man upstairs who still listens to Linkin Park, the cream tea occasions and the comforting familiarity of musty smells and old books.*

But we will be warm this winter.

Jon recovered this smashed light bulb yesterday.  I think it was sad to be leaving too.

* Incidentally, if anyone needs any furniture, do let me know!