Monday, 29 May 2017

Bookstagram & Book Goodies

I've finally signed joined Instagram. I'd been reluctant to do so, because it meant another form of social media to maintain. What I've discovered is that like Twitter, it's incredibly quick and easy to use. As I've decided to keep the focus on my love of books, I don't have to think too long or hard about content. I get to share the books and book-related goodies I find and peer enviously at the memorabilia other bookstagrammers own. I can see my wishlist growing.

Empress of a Thousand Skies was my March book box read. 
The picture I took below has proved to be my most popular 
bookstagram so far.

I was really tempted to buy this Christine car model. If it hadn't 
involved putting it together myself, I would have bought it. But 
at £29.99, I didn't want to waste the money (I'm that hopeless 
with kits).

Whilst I was putting this post together, I released just how many book-related items I have. Not a good thing when I'm already struggling to find space for all my books. The trials of an avid reader! There is a solution coming. Mr PS is building a massive floor to ceiling bookcase and a summer house that has two rooms. One of those will become my writing room, along with lots of shelving for books. I can't wait to fill them both up.

Are you on Instagram? Do you have a lot of book memorabilia? Have you built anything from a model kit and it went well?

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

The Book Cover and A Proposal

May 4th marked a year since I moved in with Mr PS, and he'd asked me to choose somewhere to celebrate that evening. I decided no ordinary venue would do. A friend had mentioned a place called The Book Cover - a 1920s style Speakeasy hidden behind a vintage book shop - and I knew it was the perfect location.

I didn't tell Mr PS where we were going, only that he needed to dress smart. Just before we arrived, I gave him a small gold card that contained the password required to get in. He was totally baffled, and beginning to think we were going to a murder/mystery evening. The look on his face when we arrived and he saw all the books and a table with an old fashioned typewriter was priceless. When a 1920s styled waiter appeared and asked for the password, it took Mr PS a couple of seconds to realize the phrase on the card - Cat Among the Pigeons - was it. Inside was stunning, from the lighting to decor. I don't think any pictures I post will do it justice, but this one gives you an idea.

Mr PS decided he'd have a wander around while I sipped my drink. After a minute or so, he returned and said I should do the same. I walked past the plush booths and tables to the small stage - home to the jazz band playing later that night - and gazed at the collection of mirrors on the wall behind. Mr PS appeared at my side and asked me what I thought of the stage. I said something about it being small, but that I loved the way it was lit from below. Then he said something strange. He asked if I thought it was odd. When I said I didn't think so, he pointed to a small box on the stage. I said that maybe it opened up and it was a place for musical instruments to be plugged in.

I'm not sure if you've guessed the outcome of this story yet, but he realized I just wasn't getting it. As soon as Mr PS knelt down and picked up the box, I knew exactly what the box meant. The following 30 seconds or more was him going down on one knee to propose, me saying yes and then sobbing deliriously happy tears.

Cocktails, champagne, and truffles followed. Given I rarely drink, I was a little hungover the following day at work. It didn't matter. Nothing could have ruined my mood that day.

For the first (and only time in my life), I'm engaged! Given that I told my best friend within a few weeks of meeting Mr PS he was the one I'd marry, I can safely tell you he's the one. We could not be happier. Plus, we got engaged on May the Fourth Be With You. Do we need a better omen?