Lovely jubbly

A we were heading off to Bath t’other night I did behold a wond’rous sight.

image from Knitiffi – click to link

The ever serious statue of Queen Victoria on the edge of College Green had been decked in a sumptuous knitted robe and looked cosy and festive despite the greyness of the day.

Some excited squeaking followed but unfortunately we were late and traffic pressed so I wasn’t able to jump out and photograph it.  I hate spotting good photo ops from a moving car…

It gets worse…when I came back on Saturday, she was all undressed.  Very undignified, and what’s more, still no photos for me.

Surely, surely, someone else must have appreciated the sight enough to take some picachures and share them with the world.

another Knitiffi pic

So, of course, I asked t’interweb for help and discovered that it was the most excellent work of Knitiffi, a collection of Knit artist out the make the world a brighter, happier place.  Mission accomplished, in my view.

Do check out their blog and see more of their good work.

I’ll be back soon with more queen related goodness, a bit more knitting and a whole lot of plants.  I’ve been hoarding instead of blogging lately, but I’ll try to fix that.  Night kids x

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Quiet

Sorry I’ve been a bit quiet, I’ve just started a job and have been trying to maintain some level of organisation, plus we’ve the wedding of the year to go to this weekend so there’s been a bit of last minute prep.  That’s no excuse really, given how long I was unemployed, but still….

Bowler Hat Man is A Clockwork Orange

LTN has pointed out to me that the reason that this graff reminded me of A Clockwork Orange is because it’s from the Stanley Kubrick film version’s theatrical release poster by Bill Gold (source Wikipedia)

They’ve added a rather dramatic yellow border and swapped a knife for a spray can and malcolm whatshisface for the red paint man.  It totally works.

 

Angry Dave and Harry Blade

A rushed walk through Bristol and down the Christmas Steps gave me a burst of nostalgia and some happy moments admiring lettering on a barbershop.  It didn’t get me to the shops before they closed but that’s another matter.  I long to know who Angry Dave is, and why he’s so angry.   Is an angry barber a good thing or is it just a little bit too Sweeny Todd?

If I saw a cutthroat razor in this establishment, I think I’d probably run screaming.  Although I suppose it’s unlikely that I would be getting shave, being of the female persuasion.  It’s probably frequented by the upper echelons of the Bristol mob, sporting leather jackets and lavishly pomaded hair, getting the smoothest of shaves from Harry Blade.

And no, I don’t know what pomade actually is.  I’m not sure anyone does, it’s a mystery.  But since I’m on gilded windows, let me share this one too, from a day mooching in Wantage when LTN was still needing chauffeuseing (made up word, does it work?).   Cobbler. Snoblock.  Marvellous.  I got spotted snapping this, but twas definitely worth it.

Who can tell?

I can never remember which is deco and which is nouveau.  Art that is, architecturally or antiques wise.  I know this much: one is geometrical and the other is all about nature and curves; both of these definitely tick all my boxes so overall I like both.

brightening up a cloudy day in Islington

think this gorgeous old building is art deco.  Whatever, it’s beautiful and I loves it, I does.