<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043</id><updated>2011-09-13T21:37:14.883-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='illness'/><category term='Johnny Depp'/><category term='hugs'/><category term='Newlyn'/><category term='Goat&apos; Cheese'/><category term='October'/><category term='Cornwall'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Lamorna Cove'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Porthcurno'/><category term='eBay'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Topshop'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='asthma'/><category term='style'/><category term='Kid Robot'/><category term='the clothes horse'/><category term='Tamiflu'/><category term='Big Brother'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Hot Chocolate'/><category term='Penzance'/><category term='July'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Goat&apos;s Milk'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='Massive Attack'/><title type='text'>Time for Tea</title><subtitle type='html'>Tea-fuelled musings and mumblings on life, love, and everything in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-91033834124586698</id><published>2009-07-17T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:02:03.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going, Gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I'm becoming addicted to eBay. Do they have a 12 step program for this? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm currently bidding on 8 items and have won 31 items in total since 13th June 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my defense I have sold 12 (count 'em) items on there too, so it's not all buy, buy buy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't help it, I just love bidding, and clothes, and getting parcels in the post, and my feedback total going up. And the list goes on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As far as vices go, at least it's safe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-91033834124586698?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/91033834124586698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/91033834124586698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/91033834124586698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going, Gone...'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-8727651679345388095</id><published>2009-07-17T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:38:10.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Topshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Good Mornin' Good Mornin'...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Despite the perky title, it's not been such a "good mornin'" for me; I feel like I haven't slept a wink. I &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; like I haven't slept a wink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It doesn't help that some manic (council worker?) has been sawing at things- I don't know what, I didn't think to look- outside since 7.30am this morning.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And? It's raining heavily. Joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I'm feeling much better today and appear to have returned to the land of the living.  No more nausea! Or Heartburn! Hurrah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This  improvement could, of course, be in part to do with the sneaky &lt;a href="http://www.topshop.co.uk/"&gt;Topshop&lt;/a&gt; order I put in last night. &lt;/p&gt;I was naughty and treated myself to a new cardigan and a pair of indigo skinny jeans for A/W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/SmBBmSo_MSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JZKCIRDZZy4/s1600-h/23P37VGRY_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/SmBBmSo_MSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JZKCIRDZZy4/s320/23P37VGRY_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359355682665476386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/SmBB9HHPFpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UQwiPvqzUC8/s1600-h/26A03VIND_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/SmBB9HHPFpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UQwiPvqzUC8/s320/26A03VIND_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359356074708113042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's mid July and I'm already hankering after cosy knits,  boots and scarves and beanies. Not to mention crisp cold sunny days, and hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Usually I get excited about Autumn/Winter in August. Seems I'm a month ahead of schedule this year, but who can blame me when the weather's doing it's best impression of a dreary October day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've always thought that I was more suited to the Winter season. It's not that I dislike Spring or Summer &lt;em&gt;per se&lt;/em&gt;, it's just I find more to love about that season than any other. The clothes are a big draw for me; I love the rich colours and tactile fabrics; layering for warmth; cute scarves and hats; getting into my favorite pyjamas and throwing on a hoodie and pair of cosy socks. Bliss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, of course, there's Christmas. Which I absolutely adore, but that's another story for another time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-8727651679345388095?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8727651679345388095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-mornin-good-mornin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/8727651679345388095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/8727651679345388095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-mornin-good-mornin.html' title='Good Mornin&apos; Good Mornin&apos;...'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/SmBBmSo_MSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/JZKCIRDZZy4/s72-c/23P37VGRY_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-3647528035608674214</id><published>2009-07-16T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:50:21.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kid Robot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goat&apos; Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goat&apos;s Milk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Massive Attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs'/><title type='text'>Let's Hear it for the Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marcus_Bentley"&gt;Geordie Big Brother Announcer&lt;/a&gt;&gt; Daaay Twu ov bein ill &lt;/Geordie Big Brother Announcer&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes still ill. At least the vomiting has stopped. Every cloud...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, I feel as weak and wobbly as a half starved Bambi (disclaimer: no deers, fictitious or living, were harmed in the making of this sentence) and have barely eaten anything for two days. Why is that the medication often makes you feel more wretched than the ailment itself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess a mixture of antibiotic, antidepressant and antiviral will have that effect. Quite a cocktail I think you'll agree; shame it isn't of the alcoholic variety, not that my poor stomach is in any fit state for imbibing such things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a much more positive note: my very lovely boyfriend-who shall henceforth be called JB-paid me a surprise visit bearing 'get well' gifts and hugs. I am now the proud owner of the Johnny Depp DVD collection; The Best of Massive Attack, and a super cute &lt;a href="http://www.kidrobot.com."&gt;watermelon keychain&lt;/a&gt;.  And, if that weren't fabulous enough, he walked in the pouring rain to see me. Romeo has &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt; on him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We totasted his visit with goats milk tea. As one does. Although, I shan't be doing so again as it tasted too much like liquid Goat's Cheese for my liking. Brown liquid Goat's Cheese I'll grant, but Goat's Cheese nevertheless. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-3647528035608674214?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3647528035608674214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-hear-it-for-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3647528035608674214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3647528035608674214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-hear-it-for-boy.html' title='Let&apos;s Hear it for the Boy!'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-6470240955270104857</id><published>2009-07-16T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:12:29.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eBay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamiflu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asthma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>The Return of the Prodigal Blogger</title><content type='html'>I have returned. Has it really been two long months since I last wrote? Apparently so. How time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is news? Well, I have been working and eBaying and socialising and in between all that I've been trying to fight off my 'D'. Horrible, hideous thing that is. But all appears to be settled on that front now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my body doesn't like me, for now I'm ill with a sinus and throat infection and have been put on Tamiflu in case of suspected Swine Flu. My doctor doesn't believe it is, but is taking the 'prevention is better than cure' route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank him for that, as, as a brittle Asthmatic, there's nothing I would appreciate less than being struck down with the dreaded H1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is I now find myself signed off from work for three days. Ho hum. After an initial reaction to the meds I've been put on (Eurythromicin in case you're wondering) which left me feeling like I was at death's door for most of yesterday, I'm now feeling slightly more human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the fact I don't feel like eating a thing. Missing: one appetite, namely mine. Generous reward for anyone who locates it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-6470240955270104857?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6470240955270104857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-prodigal-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/6470240955270104857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/6470240955270104857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-of-prodigal-blogger.html' title='The Return of the Prodigal Blogger'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-5629779335133302315</id><published>2009-05-05T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:03:29.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Money Money (or lack thereof)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"In this current economic climate"; "global downturn"; "recession"; "Credit Crunch". Welcome to 2009.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As worrying as the state of the global economy surely is, I'm slightly more concerned with my own personal fiscal matters. It seems that-increasingly- I am literally holding out for pay day as soon as my wages are paid in. Where does the money &lt;em&gt;go&lt;/em&gt;? I know I need to curb my spending, but I do wonder how on earth anyone can afford to live. Everything &lt;em&gt;costs&lt;/em&gt; so much- was it always like this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having checked my accounts for the third time- yes I really do have as little as I thought (!)- I have decided that enough is enough. No more unnecessary spending: it's high time I got my finances in order. Once and for all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Money doesn't buy you happiness, but at least it buys you the security of not having to worry how you're going to make ends meet....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-5629779335133302315?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5629779335133302315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-money-money-or-lack-thereof.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/5629779335133302315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/5629779335133302315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/money-money-money-or-lack-thereof.html' title='Money Money Money (or lack thereof)...'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-1058673547612278583</id><published>2009-05-04T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:10:43.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Describe your personal style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A mix of quirky and laid back. I love taking inspiration from retro and vintage clothing, and tend to take my cues from there and work in a bit of 'me' to make it truly my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What’s your signature look?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Black ankle grazing skinny jeans, ballet flats and stripy t-shirts and vests with a cardigan. Think Brigitte Bardot meets Audrey Hepburn with a modern twist. I'm also rather fond of 60s style/tea dresses and like wearing them with my ankle length grey pixie boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who is your fashion muse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Audrey Hepburn. With nods to Sarah Jessica-Parker, Sophie Ellis-Bextor, Rebecca, Mary-Kate Olsen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourite purchase of all time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would have to say my afforemention grey pixie boots. I have lived in them, and they literally go with everything. Plus, they were a bargain at £15.60.  I'm also very fond of all the eBay bargains I've discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What’s your beauty routine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cleanse with St. Ives Apricot Scrub, tone, and then moisturise with either Olay Multi Radiance or Lancome Aqua Lumiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What jewelery do you never take off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My plain silver ring. I don't even take it off to sleep- it's become one of my trademarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you wishing for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty contented right now. Life is good for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourite Stores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M, Urban Outiftters, Topshop, Motel, BS8 ( a collective of boutique style shops in Bristol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Favourite Colours to Wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red, Grey, Black, Teal, Damson, Ochre and a pale Turuoise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-1058673547612278583?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1058673547612278583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pieces-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/1058673547612278583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/1058673547612278583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pieces-of-me.html' title='Pieces of Me'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-3899337443247775877</id><published>2009-05-04T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:15:45.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the clothes horse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style'/><title type='text'>Clothes Maketh the Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alot of my sartorial inspiration comes from the creator of &lt;a href="http://www.thenewclotheshorse.blogspot.com"&gt;The Clothes Horse&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has a fabulously quirky, ecclectic sense of style and a knack for putting together charming and fun outfits that reflect her personality perfectly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just love seeing what looks she comes up with, and reading her warm and witty take on life. Not to mention her wonderfully observed pictures. A must read!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-3899337443247775877?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3899337443247775877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/clothes-maketh-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3899337443247775877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3899337443247775877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/clothes-maketh-woman.html' title='Clothes Maketh the Woman'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-2158799419635235330</id><published>2009-05-04T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:17:59.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penzance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamorna Cove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porthcurno'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newlyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cornwall'/><title type='text'>Come and I will tell you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D66D1EPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bNMpXxnCEnQ/s1600-h/Corn40.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D66D1EPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bNMpXxnCEnQ/s400/Corn40.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984794382569714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D6-z5fTI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Tmi1T6YZpQ/s1600-h/Corn39.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D6-z5fTI/AAAAAAAAABs/7Tmi1T6YZpQ/s400/Corn39.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984795657927986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D6mfKGII/AAAAAAAAABk/oSHTpi0eSbU/s1600-h/Corn26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D6mfKGII/AAAAAAAAABk/oSHTpi0eSbU/s400/Corn26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331984789128484994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A story of my country... my own dear land, my Kernow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went home for the Bank Holiday weekend. Home being Cornwall. It does me good to get back to the sea air and more genteel way of life, and, of course, to be with my family. City living, even a small city, can be rather draining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures above taken at: Top- Porthcurno Beach, Middle- Porthcurno Beach, Bottom- Lamorna Cove.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-2158799419635235330?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/2158799419635235330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-and-i-will-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/2158799419635235330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/2158799419635235330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-and-i-will-tell-you.html' title='Come and I will tell you...'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ydp_CAeqsGw/Sf8D66D1EPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/bNMpXxnCEnQ/s72-c/Corn40.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5223721857763136043.post-3837360025802057372</id><published>2009-05-04T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:05:40.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starting Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Time for Tea: My virtual journal, notebook, call it what you will, this is my place discuss to my heart's content anything that takes my fancy, or catches my eye. I am in love with photography,  vintage (and not-so-vintage) fashion, language and all things artistic. I'm also rather partial to a cupcake or two as well with a nice big (preferably polka-dotted) mug of tea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People fascinate me; their thoughts, words and deeds. I am a devout people watcher- or naturalistic observer, to give it's formal nomenclature. There's something incredibly theraputic in watching the world go by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love the little things in life, those oh-so simple pleasures that we often take for granted, and feel a childish sense of  delight when experienced: crisp and cold sunny winter mornings; that extra ten (fifteen, twenty...) minutes in bed; laughing with all your heart; hearing one of your favourite songs on the radio; being surrounded by your friends and family . And the list goes on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this is me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5223721857763136043-3837360025802057372?l=timeforteablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3837360025802057372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3837360025802057372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5223721857763136043/posts/default/3837360025802057372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timeforteablog.blogspot.com/2009/05/starting-point.html' title='The Starting Point'/><author><name>jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732325351562023010</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
