Just needed to be heard for a little while

codemonkey

Phew. Fixed it. The last thing I need to do is panic when I do something like that cause I'd hack away at it and make it worse. It's not perfect but it'll pass. Am now dying it to get rid of the grey and managed to get hairdye in my ear. Was going to do my eyebrows too but based on my track record tonight, I think I'll leave them.

I learned from youtube videos.

whitewing

Well, it is Movember, codemonkey, so you could be contemporary if you have an accident with the eyebrows.

WaS, how did WaSp end up living on the streets, and how did he get off the streets (if he wants us to know). I feel another book coming on. It could be a trilogy.

oldestgnome

LiR - what a wonderfully quirky house


JM - it will all be ok, just think how much of a difference it will make when it is all done


Codemonkey - toothpaste and/or bicarb of soda scrubbed on the dye will get it off


Messedup - Christmas tree sounds lovely!


Waves to all!

oystercatcher

[Tired wave to all]

Think I've been overdoing things, nothing exciting even but I feel shattered, yet again.

I love your house LiR, looks like a huge project, you are very corageous

My house is incredibly 'ordinary' but it's home and warm and cosy so I love it. I keep having to poke myself not to be greedy and want more.

Wensleydale is my favourite cheese but any cheese will do. I eat loads of the stuff. It's a shame it's so high in fat .

I cut my own hair now, and I cut husband's and my grown up sons still come home for haircuts. Youtube has some brilliant videos.
I've always hated going to the hairdressers and after my ear op and still with the dizzies the hairdressers made me feel terrible, even though told to be careful. So I just stopped going and now have hair that almost reaches my waist. Youtube showed me how to put layers in, it's really easy and I just trim my fringe when it starts annoying me. I must have saved loads of money over the years, especially with three boys haircuts

haybel19

LIR your house is beautiful

Everyone has me thinking of cheese now- I LOVE cheese. When I was pregnant with my daugther the thing I missed most of all was blue cheese! I rarely drink so that one didnt bother me but oh my did I miss blue cheese....

Pyxis

I really love cheese, too, in fact, it's my main source of protein, as I don't eat a lot of meat.
We'll have to start CLOT.......Cheese Lovers' Observations Thread!
It's my downfall, too, as I could easily nibble on it all day!

At the moment, I relish a good Emmental.....definitely not President, which is foul! But Sainsbury's Taste The Difference is quite nice.
A lovely cheese is a fresh pecorino, preferably Sardinian, which, as well as being good to grate onto pasta, is also delish eaten on its own, or with cherry toms and fresh basil! I prefer the organic one from Abel and Cole....it's much nicer than any pecorino I've eaten outside Sardinia.

Talking of Gorgonzola, I think Waitrose, or it might be Sainsbury's, do a milder type of Gorgonzola. That might be akin to the type you mentioned,LIR.

I like the story of La Befana, though I find it rather poignant. Versions vary a bit, but generally, the name La Befana derives from local pronunciations of the term L'Epifania, or Epiphany, which is 6th January. The story goes that when the Three Kings were looking for the birthplace of the new King, they knocked on the door of La Befana, asking her if she knew where he might be. She was busy sweeping her house with her besom broom, and didn't appreciate the interruption. The Three Kings invited her to go with them to search for the christchild, and to give him gifts, but she didn't want to stop her housework, so she refused.
A bit later, she realised her mistake, regretting her hasty despatch of the Kings, but it was too late; the Kings had gone. So she decided to try and find the Child herself, and gathering up a sack of goodies as presents for the child, and her broom, she set off.
But she couldn't find the child, and so continues to roam the earth, entering houses with children, to see if they are the christchild, and leaving gifts, just in case the Child be there. However, if the children of the house have been naughty, she leaves coal or stones instead of gifts!

There's a message there! Don't refuse an invitation just because you have to clean the windows or do the hoovering!


I've been cutting my hair for years, too, after I found I was paying hairdressers a lot of money for a really boring cut that I ended up chopping about afterwards. I reckoned that if it were to look awful, it might as well look awful for free! Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I don't, especially around the back! But my view is, it'll soon grow! Being curly, I can get away with murder, though! I don't think I'd risk it if my hair were straight!
I do have someone come to do the colouring, though. I used to do that myself, but there came a point when there was so much grey, that putting just one colour on it looked flat, but I knew I couldn't do highlights/multiple colours myself. It's a lot cheaper than going to a salon.


I'd never heard of the Tomte! So I googled it! Fascinating! I have to write something about Christmas in other countries for a language class, so that's given me something a bit out of the ordinary to do! Thank you!

lostinrates

Pyxis, we once went to Gorgonzola ( its a metro stop on the Milan tube system which seemed so exciting....). It wasn't. . There are two definite types of Gorgonzola there though. The 'sweeter' one usually has walnuts I think, around the edge. Its hazy in my mind at the moment.


I like trying new cheeses and foods.

pipkin71

Another cheese lover here - sadly, cheese doesn't love me at the moment but I'm hoping that will pass so that I can eat it again

codemonkey

I grew up in a house where a meal wasn't a meal without potatoes and gravy and where anything 'foreign' was looked upon distrustfully. Think mince and tatties, stew and tatties, unidentified grey meat and tatties. All with vegetables boiled to mush. My mum is a good cook if you like nostalgic ration book food. She used to try to sneak in other exotic foods like spag bol to have them called 'foreign muck' and refused. Then my niece's eating disorder took priority over mine (well nobody paid any attention to me as long as I was taking care of the kids),
and she would only eat sausages (she was 18), so that's all we had for months. So I learned to cook for myself and slowly found other tasty things, but it was insisted upon that we all sit down for dinner together and clear our plates - the memory of having to force down a piece of gristly meat which made me gag, still makes me feel sick. These days we try to find excuses to avoid dinner at my parents' house, not because we're bad people - our relationship is a lot better, but because its so heavy.

I used to live around the corner from an amazing but expensive Italian deli and every pay day, I'd go in, try new things and buy chèese, sausage and bread. Then I'd have a floor picnic.

Pyxis

Yes, Code, I know what you mean!

Every meal had to have meat in it. Meat with lunch, meat with dinner, every day. It got to the stage where I was beginning to wish for something that wasn't meat!

After years away from the parents, when I went back for a short stay, and got given endless meat again, it played havoc with my digestion, slowing everything down, so that in the end I was excusing myself from some meals, just to avoid the meat!
That didn't go down well, as it was thought I would waste away!

And yes, I did offer to cook alternatives, but anything that wasn't immediately identifiable , ie, brown bits (meat), green bits (veg) and white bits (pots), was foreign muck and treated like a poisoned dish!

But that was that generation. My step-mother had only been abroad once in her life and hated it!

Funnily enough, though, my grandmother, who was twice her age, used to go abroad every year, by coach and train, (this was the '50s, so relatively unusual), and loved it! She never cooked ' foreign', though! Mind you, not surprising, given that you could only get olive oil in Chemist's shops at the time! I don't think spag bol made by frying onions in lard would have tasted quite right, and you couldn't get basil or even Parmesan very easily! If you didn't have a delicatessen nearby, you would even have been hard-pressed to find spaghetti!