I’ll be honest, I had more fun photographing the infinity pool at the Marker Hotel Spa than I had sitting in the Jacuzzi. And I love sitting in a Jacuzzi. I must admit, the dark minimalist decor is not terribly to my taste. It leaves me feeling that the space is a bit stark and cold where…
Yes, the Mister and I got out of the house on a date last night! A little pre-birthday celebration meal made possible by his mother visiting us for the weekend, which let the two of us slip away after Hawkeye’s bedtime. We had a lovely meal at Charlotte Quay which has been open for a while…
No, really. Feck off. Nothing to see here today. I’m busy tonight.
Late last year the management company in our estate blocked off access to our communal garden with no warning by covering the stairs. A couple of weeks later, they belatedly got around to letting us know that an insurance inspection concluded that the stairs weren’t safe and needed to be immediately replaced. Sadly, “immediately” took…
“Amnials” is how Hawkeye says “animals” at the moment. Frankly, I find it adorable. I always have to bite my tongue not to laugh and I have to sternly remind myself to say it correctly in response, and not indulge my own whimsy at his toddlerisms. This past weekend we went to Dublin Zoo again.…
This post is a short self-reflective pause. A public service announcement, if you will. I have enjoyed blogging massively so far. Some days are a struggle, other days I have trouble stopping writing. I definitely want to continue. However, posting daily is a huge time commitment that I really can’t afford. I have other projects…
We haven’t really been organised about starting potty training with Hawkeye yet. Partially, because I don’t feel the need to rush, and partially because we’re simply not, well… organised. I’ve been meaning to get a potty seat and step stool for the bathroom but just haven’t quite managed to get to that line on my…
I can’t remember the last time I wore Hawkeye in the sling. It was sometime late last autumn because he liked being taken to creche on his push-trike that he got for his birthday, and when the steering on the trike broke, we began to use the stroller because the weather was cold and although I have a…
I took this photo recently because I loved walking by the wall in the alley daily and seeing the flowers cling and grow out of something that is meant to be lifeless. There’s a metaphor in here somewhere, I thought as snapped the photo quickly. “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” “Nature will persevere.”…
The advantage of this unintended photo essay of the flora in the front gardens of Shelbourne Road (and, as I’ve realised, a stretch of Upper Grand Canal Street), is that in the process of paying close attention to the flowers that are blooming I have been able to appreciate them in different stages of blooming. Here’s an example of a…
The Feathered Rose 