Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book

About a year ago I bought 'Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book', instantly smitten by the idea and artwork. I didn't check the why's and who's, just paid it and went home...

So I came home and started reading. Everyone knows the famous picture of the Cottingleygirls in the garden surrounded by fairies. If you don't here it is. That idea alone, the fact that these two girls could fool quite a few (even intelligent) people with their fairies captured on photograph, that idea alone is worth millions to a fantasy-loving mind. Anyway, Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book took the idea of these girls, and turned it into something hilarious. Behind this all is Terry Jones (of Monty Python fame) and Brian Froud (to me, of Dark Crystal fame). A few alterations on the names, and the authors had their book of how these girls captured those fairies between pages of a notebook. No need to say the fairies look totally surprised and flat! And FUNNY!




Should you come across this book, buy it!

Old stuff from an attic...

A while ago my parrents cleaned out their attic, and they came upon a box full of old schoolbooks. Little was interesting, but there was an old school report of mine... and boy... I think the teacher didn't like me!

I used to sit in the front row to help a fellow classmate to read the blackboard, yep, he had very bad eyes. Apparantly I was lifted from that task that year. And what did that teacher write in my report?

And this is a complete lie!

I went to a school in our neighbourhood where the classes had only but 10 pupils (or less!). So the classrooms were filled with two years, and the teacher had to switch back and forth between two different levels. My brother who is a year younger than me, and a year older than our sister, was always in class either with me, or with my sister. His name is Jan, and apparently I took care of his books. One should think that's a good thing...

And once again a huge lie!

It should've been forbidden for this teacher to write such harsh lies!

No really, I think he hated me in an unspeakable way!


But did you watch my grades? They were pretty good, weren't they, I think the teacher was jealous! Hah!

At my door...

... the leaves are falling... No no no, no song by Johnny Cash at my front door, but bikes! Bikes, bikes, and more bikes... even though there's a 'no bikes'-sign. Can anyone explain?

I came home with all my figurines...

... and I put almost everything in the cupboard. Only the large Jack won't fit into that red display of all things Burton... So I gave him his place next to Jesus. And I think it looks awesome... Jack stroking/tickling Jesus' head...

Yesterday...

So, yesterday we went shopping in Antwerp, shopping for a coat for Mr. S. He didn't find a coat, but I did, and we went bersek in a shop called De Mekanik. Mr. S bought a few figurines of The Corpse Bride, and I went once again overboard on The Nightmare Before Christmas. Below is a picture of the most adorable and talking (!) 50 cm high Jack Skellington. He'll have to do a lot of talking during the coming festive season... (picture was taken with the webcam of Mr. S)

Finally back... and with a tajine!

Lately I have been working and booking face too much. Time for another blog!
This afternoon we went to Antwerp and bought way too much lovely figurines. But we also bought ingredients for a tajine. We used potatoes, fish, tomatoes, lemon, parsley, union, spinach and lovely herbs! And this tajine, well..., we are about to eat it NOW!