Latvian Treasure

We went to Latvia! Me and Takako. To buy stuff for the shop (which we managed). I also managed to buy some nice things for myself . . . 
This handsome hand knitted jumper that smells ever so slightly sheepy still - very nice. Just needs a healthy dose of dinner down the front of it to complete my signature comfy/cosy look.
Hand knitted socks in the best yellow.
A couple of things for my next year Easter display: so cute!
This cushion cover is my favourite thing: very Rothko no?
Handsome wooden spoons
One for sugar, and the long thin one has just ended up on my bedside table: pretty weird but I don't want to put it in the kitchen yet, someone might use it.
And finally this very nice brooch which is actually just a cheap plastic one but that looks dead nice I think.

Thank you Latvia - we'll be back.

Project 9

My family has a good friend called Project 9, or sometimes we call him John.
Project 9 is technically the name of his BSA Bantam (his 9th motorbike incidentally): look at the tank on the picture below, you'll see it written. But in our minds John and the motorbike have become kind of the same thing. They go everywhere together: up and down between lunches and dinners and also right across Europe, over mountains. Slowly up hills, and increasingly leaning to one side a bit.
John travels to places associated with composers. He might travel to the spot where a favourite symphony was composed for example - even if it's in Prague . . . and he's in Bedfordshire . . . with only an increasingly dodgy BSA Bantam to get there.
My brother George befriended John and over the years he's become a friend of the whole family: coming over regularly for lunch.
And sheesh that man can eat! He transparently compliments the chef this is amazing! Better than the Ritz! - 'Oh thank you John, would you like a little more' - well, if it's going spare.
He told us a brilliant trick of his last Sunday: when he goes to the 'all you can eat' at the local Harvester he's slightly ruffled by the fact that pudding and coffee aren't included in the price. So. Instead of pudding . . . he just has another round of dinner. And, instead of coffee . . . he just drinks a bowl of gravy! What a gem. That's the kind of spirit that will get you round Europe on a shoestring.
The sign on the back of the bike has a list of all the places he's travelled together with Project 9.
John is incredibly eccentric. It is people like him that make up the amazing tapestry of rural England. I am proud to come from a community that has supported him.
But I guess I'm writing this blog post because we sometimes feel a little worried about Project 9. Until recently he had a lunch club to go to but it lost funding, and the police don't always speak sensitively to him. So I want to raise him up in the local consciousness: so people can keep an eye out for him and know what a good egg he is. I don't think he needs to be a local celebrity: that would mean too much talking to people and mostly he's only interested in people if they're dead composers. But he is certainly a local landmark on his incredible Project 9 and he should be preserved and helped at all costs.
Have you see Project 9 around?


Jean Ritchie

Jean Ritchie died recently, before that I hadn't heard of her - which is sad, I hate it when that happens. But let us put that aside and appreciate her music. The appalachian dulcimer was her trademark instrument: it has a really beautiful sound that's quite small and dreamy, and her voice is high and clear. All very heavenly. 

Pusherman Dave



My friend Dave really likes books, he's always recommending me corkers! So I thought I would pass the recommendations on to you via this new feature we shall call.
PUSHERMAN DAVE
So that it sounds way cooler than it actually is.

What's Pusherman Daves best find of late? It's got to be . . .


This book is the real deal! Spy thriller extraordinaire! It will keep you tensed up right until the very end. Then you'll try and explain it to your mates and it will just sound really bad. But trust me, it's really good.
Have you read it?


Walter Segal - community architect

A new ambition: to build my own Walter Segal hedgehog house. They're called hedgehog houses because they're designed in a way that starts by raising a series of panels which looks like a sort of spiky/tumpty hedgehog. They're designed to be easily self-built. I just love them.
So beautiful.
The perfect space inside: all woody, with big windows and re-configurable rooms.
Yes, we will build one of these.





Johnny Flynn



I love this song by Johnny Flynn so much. And I loved The Detectorists (which it was the theme tune for). Jack sometimes put this on in the morning for me, makes me feel all wistful and wholesome.

A night away

Jack and I went away for a night. It was nice!
We went to the most idyllic nursery in the world: check out their summer house - makes me feel all wistful.
I clocked a new Euphorbia - not seen that sort before. And Jack treated me to some herbs for the window sill . . . in fact Jack treated me to everything, because all my money is tied up in the shop at the moment. I'm the real deal now. I've only ever been arts graduate style broke before: the kind of broke where you go out to complain about how expensive everything is - then order the scallops. Right now though, everything is on lock down: I'm scrimping big time. Thank heavens for that man of mine - what a gent.
He even treated us to some new cushions (junk shop find of course). The pattern reminds me of Josef Frank (a little).

Herby summer

I'm trying to grow and use more herbs these days - and I've got to tell you about Sorrel because I think it might be the best one. It's really lemony and fresh: it tastes a lot like the colour green might. I have two sorts on my sill and I've been bungin' it in with salads and chopping it up with yoghurt to have with potatoes and last night we had loads of it in a fish pie. It's really good. Next I think I would like to use it to make a pudding.
Broad leaf sorrel and French sorrel.


 Next on the list is chervil - any recommendations?

Shhh . . .

I'm coming back here.
Don't tell anyone. I made that snazzy website and it's going really well and I think I have to use it for real, businessy stuff. So I'm coming back to this blog for other doings: for jabbering and ranting and using words like knob and, heck, maybe even fuck.
See you again soon.
X


Scary!

Here it is chumlies.  photo P8103582_zps11af9f35.jpgThis post isn't just to show you this damned nifty picture . . .
It's to tell you that I've made a dirty great . . . stinkin' . . . show-off . . . website. And you can look at it here: www.jowaterhouse.com
And this blog will be moving over there from now - it's pretty nice, the comments format is all efficient and chatty and the layout is good. I hope you'll still like visiting.
It's proper scary telling you folks and I don't think it's finished yet but if I waited for it to be finished before I showed you it might never happen.
So there you go.
Tell me what you think.