What I really, really wanted for Christmas was a pair of custom made ballet boots, rather like these:
I did not get them, which is just as well because we really do need a new settee and chairs for the living room. A new living room suite will cost about the same as the boots and more of the family will fit on the former than the latter.
Earlier this week my Blog-Mentor, the Not Drowning Mother gave me a gift that cheered me up almost as much as the boots would have done.
Here it is:
The positive side of receiving this I Love Your Words Blog Award is that The Not Drowning Mother (The NDM) someone who inspired me to start blogging, has published some extremely flattering things about me. Her humour and her writing discipline are just two of her talents that I aspire to but am sadly unlikely to ever achieve. The attention is very welcome though and probably enough to ensure that I am nice to everyone in Casa Della Calcei for at least the length of time that it takes me to re-read and bask in the compliments again. Tonight, I will get He Who Cooks to read me the NDMs blog post again in his best Robbie Coltrane impersonating Sean Connery impersonating Elmer Fudd accent to see if it gets me through the daily dinner, bath and bed-time debacle. It would certainly be a cheaper alternative to Scotch.
The negative side of receiving this Award is that a condition precedent of receipt was that I pass it on within 5 days. Before agreeing to receive the Award IN THE FIRST PLACE, I should have clarified with the NDM whether or not the definition of 5 days was working days or calendar days. However, as 5 days have now elapsed I think that I am time-barred arguing any defect of intention of the part of the offeree. In any case, it is not so much who to pass it on to that concerns me but writing a piece that adequately describes the warmth of my affection for that person.
An actor, A mother of two, prone to various assorted illnesses, a creator of bizzare poetry, unable to sleep till 3am and an avid devourer of books.
Her blog is an eclectic delight – there is a warmth and childhood whimsicality about her writing. I am not sure how and we met on Twitter but one day I felt that I had a someone there watching over me. Aprilke has gone through a lot of pain and unhappiness and accutely and accurately picks up that pain in others. With a few gentle words she always manages to make me feel better.
One thing that saddens me is that she has been made to feel uncomfortable by someone, a so-called friend, relative or acquaintance, about her grammatical, spelling and puctuational errors. I make the same errors and yet no-one has yet pointed this out to me (the general criticism that I receive about my blog is from male readers about the amount of thigh flesh exposed therein – it is too much or not enough depending on the particular individual). No one has ever pointed out to me the horrific number of typographical errors, split infinitives and other grammatical sins, laudatory word repetition, overuse of brackets and the absence of any punctuation marks that normally appear on the right hand side of a computer keyboard (I have no ability to insert quotation marks, square brackets or apostrophes). If I were to write a legal letter for a client with as many typos as I drop into a blog post, they would probably get a 20% reduction on their bill. It may be that the visitors to this blog:
(a) just look at the pictures; and/or
(b) are all much too fond of me to say anything about my terrible use of the English language.
So I would say to the individual that criticised Aprilke for her typos – I would rather read writing with soul than grammatically correct English. April has a huge heart – I do not give a flying fart whether she can spell or not.
Et voila – with a flourish I present thee, sometimes Rachel sometimes April depending on your mood, with the I Love Your Words blog award. You have 5 business days from the acceptance to pass it on. Acceptance can be by RT or comment on this blog post. Offer is open for acceptance within 24 hours.
*Post Script: My husband would like it to be known that I have promised to refrain from correcting his grammar and just type what he dictates to me henceforward in letters to his clients. This is being typed with crossed fingers by the way.