by Carla | Oct 25, 2013 | Inkdrops, Living
Oh, my… – something I frequently utter when I come across something I really, really want. Especially if it’s something that is glorious to look at, useful and accentuates a slower lifestyle. My beloved bike (named Bluebell) is one of those things and more than...
by Annastasia | Oct 18, 2013 | Handwriting, Inkdrops, Letters, Living
Way back in May, Ink Drops took our typewriters along to the Make Me Joyful letter-writing salon. While I was there I wrote several letters. Mainly to friends offering thanks for their friendship, sunny thoughts and support during tricky times ahead. I also wrote...
by Carla | Sep 27, 2013 | Books, Geekery, Inkdrops, Living, Photographs
I found my Reverse Dictionary last weekend in a box of precious books in the garage. Picture one of those massive door-stop sized books. My lovely Dad gifted it to his fabulously geeky daughter in about 1995. So if you’re thinking of that thing that Debretts...
by Annastasia | Sep 13, 2013 | Inkdrops, Letters, Living
Chances are you wrote letters as a child. Maybe you had a pen pal. Or you wrote thank you letters after Christmas and birthdays. But time has moved on and it’s yonks since you actually put anything other than a bill in an envelope. Getting back into the letter-writing...
by Carla | Sep 6, 2013 | Inkdrops, Living
It’s been a busy, busy month and as the days turn into weeks and months, and suddenly it’s September and feeling distinctly autumnal, I thought I’d do a quick roundup of some of our summer adventures… We had decadent breakfasts in Giraffe… found wallpaper patterned...
by Annastasia | Nov 30, 2012 | Inkdrops, Letters, Living
Do you keep your personal correspondence? Do you look through it on a rainy afternoon and recall memories of people and places long gone? The idea of a stack of letters tied up with a ribbon is glorious. The reality is less romantic and much messier. The ribbon is...
by Carla | Nov 12, 2012 | Handwriting, Inkdrops, Living
My sister got married last week. It was unexpected. It was only a few hours before that I found out. I turned up to meet her because she’d invited me to afternoon tea. Maybe I would have dressed smarter If I’d known what was in store. At least I wasn’t in...
