Before I say anything else in this post, I must begin by saying I have just returned from seeing the current film of Les Miserables and I am still in a state of recovery. I have never seen anything that made me cry so much. Some films, like Avatar or Titanic even, have significant moments that make you cry, pinnacles of sadness as it were, but this film: wow; Andy and I were genuinely sobbing for about half the film. It is utterly heart-wrenching. Also, Hugh Jackman is a god among men. I can't deny that he is my longest running celebrity-crush. I used to have a poster of him on my wall as a teenager because I was, and am, really into X-men and he is damn sexy as Wolverine. Since then he has continuously impressed me as a person. He really can sing and he is charming and funny in real life. In this, he was so impressive that I feel proud of my 14-year old self's lasting taste.
Andy and I took the day off work to go see the film and it did work out as a wonderful day, despite the sorrow. It snowed all morning so we decided to get breakfast out. We went to this extraordinary greasy spoon that does food that the two of us crave over, by which I mean American food - pancakes, milkshakes and floats. Andy lived in America for most of his childhood and I visited him there when his parents were living in Texas. I love these things - and Britain has no IHOP (International House of Pancakes that isn't actually international).
So these are our breakfasts:
|Andy's hot chocolate|
|American-style blueberry pancakes, with bacon. It's blurry I know, but he was in a hurry to start eating it when it arrived so I didn't get time to take lots.|
|I got blueberry pancakes, English muffin, bacon, sausage, egg and maple syrup.|
|Butterfly wellies with lacy knee socks over knitter yellow tights.|
|Wearing a velvet shirt for the first time ever. The thing keeping me warm-ish. And I loved the contrast of fabrics with the thick velvet against the soft light skirts and the black on pink.|
|The outfit looked a lot more glamorous indoors. The gloves possibly ruin it's photogenic qualities, but it was still snowing at this point. I hope they are allowed.|
|Andy got me spinning round to show off the skirt. And his hands were shaking so much from all the snow that this way blurry photos were ok!|
You may have noticed my hair has changed since the last blog post. I wanted to have something new and bright, hope you like it!
And if you don't care for pictures of pancakes or people then, please look at the snowflakes. I have never seen this before, never stopped long enough in the snow to notice, but today I saw the flakes fall like Christmas sprinkles. As we caught them on Andy's gloves we notices those paper-cut out shapes, the special snowflakes of metaphor actually falling and visible with a naked eye. Without a microscope, or a fancy camera zoom, this is what we actually saw when we stopped for a moment:
|In particular look at a third of the way down on the far right. Perfectly formed and incredible.|