Sunday, 23 December 2018

THE SNOW ANGEL by LULU TAYLOR


THE SNOW ANGEL
BY LULU TAYLOR


THE BLURB:-
Cressida Fellbridge is living the high life as a debutante in 1960s London society when she is courted by a friend of her brother's and is set to marry. To mark the occasion, her father decrees that she must have her portrait painted. But as soon as Cressie meets the painter Ralph Few, she knows her life will never be the same again. She falls deeply in love with Ralph but he is still married to Catherine. As Cressie is drawn into a strange, triangular relationship, Catherine's behaviour becomes increasingly erratic, so Ralph and Cressie escape to Cressie's family home in Cumbria. But Catherine will not give up Ralph that easily...

In the present day, Emily Conway has everything she could wish for: a huge house, two beautiful children and a successful husband, Will. But as they drive to a party one night, Will reveals that he has been betrayed by his business partner. And then, in one shocking move, their perfect life together ends. When Emily wakes from her injuries, she is told of a mysterious legacy: a house in Cumbria, left to her by a woman she has never met. Could this be the chance to start anew? Or does this house have more secrets than answers?

THE REALITY:-
What a pleasure it was to read a good novel, after having to wade through two previous boring books. When I was typing the back blurb for this blog, I do believe I came to another of those 'did the person who wrote the blurb actually read the novel?' scenarios, as I don't recall Cressie's portrait being commissioned to make her engagement. Yes, she had a suitor but the relationship didn't appear to have gone that far. Sigh. I'm pretty sure this is my first foray into the work of Lulu Taylor, but it won't be the last. Yes, the book was too lacking in depth for it to become a bookcase fixture, but the story was a typical, nice page-turner. 'Pure indulgence and perfect reading for a dull January evening,' said one inside leaf review, and I get where they're coming from. I read this book approaching Christmastime, so could easily relate to the cold weather and the atmosphere of December House.

Both lifestyles and eras- the 1960s and present day- are brought to life throughout a very readable novel which contains a good mix of characters. Mental illness features in the shape of both Catherine and Tom, although I did question why the latter had to be in the story at all. Oh well, I suppose his lifestyle experiences added some interest- he just seemed superfluous to requirements. I've met men like Will before (and the women who covet them) and they almost always come up as lacking. There is more to life than money and status, you know. Sure, cold hard cash is important, but anything over the basics needed to live okay is an added bonus. He was another character who 'lost it', and I can sure as hell understand Emily wanting him dead. I'm glad she received another chance in the form of her most interesting legacy and I enjoyed reading how she solved the mystery surrounding (spoiler alert!) her aunt Cressie.

I had a (another spoiler alert!) spoiler of my own when the book accidentally fell open at a later page, telling me that Catherine Few was actually Ralph's sister. Oh well, I wasn't far behind anyway. It's hard to work out Catherine's motives but I think we can safely say that she was totally bonkers.  Maybe we are led to question how mental illness was treated fifty years ago compared to today? Possibly.

I'm glad both Emily and Cressie got happy endings and I'll certainly check out the work of William Orpen, the artist whom Ralph's work is based upon. A happy read.





Friday, 21 December 2018

MISS ELAINEOUS VISITS THE V&A MUSEUM OF CHILDHOOD...

Okay, this place might be called the V&A Museum of Childhood, but I always refer to it as the Bethnal Green Museum of Childhood, as that's where it's at.  By the way; myself and the Victoria and Albert Museum are not friends- for some time now, they have have not been positively responsive with regard to my applications to work for them, in various guises.  Mind you, most of the jobs I've applied for involve curating, which would be nice to do, but what I really want to do is writing.  If a job doing this kind of thing but for them comes up, then I'd better be granted an interview at the very least...  Just saying...
Anyway, it's not the first time I've been to this museum but I absolutely love it, as it's a real treasure trove of goodies and often a very pleasant trip down memory lane.  Oh, and it's also free entry.  For a big kid like me, what's not love? 😃

The entrance...

I absolutely love zoetropes, but it might have made sense for me to wait until this top had stopped spinning before I took a photo of it.  Duh!

Flash photography is allowed inside the museum but I only found this out after getting back home and Googling the fact.  I could have asked someone but... you know me- I'll avoid interaction with another human being if I can.
Here are some spinning tops...

Mind you, the flash would bounce of the cabinets and cause a glare anyhow, depending on how I positioned myself...
This section is dedicated to the moving image.

I loved the Mr. Men (and Little Miss) series.
Here they are, along with my shadow...

Here's a PDF I pulled up of Little Miss Trouble, whom my partner associates with sweet and innocent little me... He CANNOT be serious... can he?! 😉

Scalectrix were not just for boys, you know.  I used to love playing with my friend's brother's set...

Train set.  The detail on this is fascinating.

A robot...

These puppets looked a bit freaky...

Pulcinella is a classical Italian character who originated in the 17th century...

Punch (as in Punch and Judy) is his more violent British alter ego...

These Japanese puppets were beautiful but downright scary.

This is an installation by Rachel Whiteread, and it features 150 old dolls' houses.  They are empty and suggest a powerful sense of isolation.  It is certainly evocative.

Foreign puppetry stage shows, which possess a strange beauty...


Chinese rock gardens...

Russian dolls.  I have always loved these.❤

Teddies...

Paddington Bear features twice in the exhibition.  Or maybe he's real and sneaked upstairs just to get into another photo...


Doll cabinet.  I owned the ballerina Sindy and absolutely loved her...

I also loved my Barbie, although mine didn't come with this swimsuit outfit...

The same friend whose brother owned the Scalectrix also owned this 1970s Tree House.  She could be trying- but it made it worth my while going round to see her! 😉

Darth Vader.  I was never into Star Wars and found it boring.

As I was not a sci-fi fan, I didn't see the film E.T. until it was over 10 years old!  But it was very good and even managed to move me.  Here is E.T. and he's a bit blurry as I blew the photo up and lost detail.

Batman.  Forever associated in my mind with Del Boy and Rodney...

As a little girl, I adored Wonder Woman and wanted to be her...

Chess...

A golly is often considered racist nowadays.  In fact, one little girl was captured burning her golly, in a racist demonstration with her father.  Well, I owned a golly and if you'd ever have burnt him then I'd have burnt you!  My dolls and teds were like family to me.  I've mentioned this before, but I once said to my mum, 'Dolls are not just dolls...  They are little children that have died...'  My mum said it was the creepiest thing she had ever heard!

The Snowman, Dogtanian, Sooty, Sweep and Soo, with a couple of Care Bears...

I've mentioned this before, but there is no Bagpuss at the museum.  My mum wanted to make me one but couldn't find the right material.  Hamleys started doing them for £27.  Then I found my version, for £2.50 in a charity shop.  Here he is...

I had a little desk like this...

Here I am sitting at it.  It was Christmas and I was 6.  Note the double-strap shoes.  Oh yes, I was into my footwear even then...

Cute cat...

Cats are my favourite animal and I think this chair is really cool...

I owned a knitting machine like this...

I think I also owned a sewing machine like this, but it wasn't long before I was experimenting with my mum's traditional Singer.  I also owned a Petite Typewriter- again, it wasn't long before I was tapping out work on my mum's Imperial (she was a secretary).

I didn't own this Holly Hobbie Cookery Set, but I did own the doll Hollie Hobbie, as well as Amy Hobbie and Mandy Hobbie.  God, I'm coming across as a spoiled brat, aren't I?

Hours of fun to be had with jigsaws...


A rocket.  It's significant, because with my surname a lot of piss-taking occurred.  One of my nicknames was NASA!  I'd get teased and called this, along with the countdown!😂😂

Upstairs were cabints dedicated to both dressing up and traditional children's clothing.  Here's a Vain Old Tart photo, take right by a skirt I want, want, WANT!

Rocking horse and carousel.  I owned a smaller version of the latter, based on The Magic Roundabout (another of my favourite programmes as a kid).  Yes, I think maybe I was a bit spoilt.  Thank you, parents.  And brother.  And auntie and uncle...  In the background, to the left, you can see the edge of a sand pit that's there for children to play in.

The pirates display is mainly for kids, but it was fun having a wander through...




We came to a section given over to historical childhood objects, and here's a traditional bassinet...

Pram...


These banana bottles are now known as Murder Bottles, as they were the perfect device for breeding bacteria, and contributed to childhood deaths during the Victorian age.

Elaborate dolls houses.  My mother briefly worked as a school cleaner, and I inherited one the school didn't want.  It was nothing like these, though, and I had to create the furniture myself!



I loved playing with friends who owned toys I didn't (Gawd, I sound like such a using little cow!😁)  One owned a swing, a climbing frame and a Sindy House, and another owned a swing, paddling pool and a Sindy Cooker, rather like this one...

Aarrgghh!  The museum even has a mini McDonald's Diner!

A view over the mezzanine, looking towards the shop.  They also have a cafe...

We'll finish with a photo I took (with a flash!) when I visited a month later, with the SuperDean.  He liked this little bus, for some reason...😉

This is definitely a pleasant way to spend an hour or so, with or without kids.

TTFN

The Miss Elaineous

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