Do you call it a retro or vintage market? I think it was officially marketed as a "Vintage Flea" but there was nothing flea about this collection of retro / vintage vendors selling their wares in the local hipster beer hall. Certainly not the prices. There were all kinds of things for sale. Large items… Continue reading They walked away
Author: Michelle Kn Stone
Australian-born London-dweller. I love books, travel, my garden, my husband and sunshine but not necessarily in that order.
Ice ice baby
It looks easy when you see it on TV. You saw Torvill and Dean win their Olympic gold medal. You imagine how lovely it will be to go ice skating, to glide smoothly across the ice, just like those professionals who had been training for years. In reality, you haven’t skated for 15 years. You… Continue reading Ice ice baby
Fork and Knife
He was tall, but with a thick bottom. She had curves. He was thin and spiky on top. She was smooth and polished. He lived with his brothers. She lived with her sisters. They lived close by but were always separate. They spent a lot of time staring at each other across the dinner table.… Continue reading Fork and Knife
Best reads of 2023
I’ve had a good reading year this year, getting through an amazing 45 books so far. That’s not far off one a week! Like a lot of people I have struggled with reading in past years, but as one of first the books I read this year advised (Stolen Focus), you can’t sit quietly and… Continue reading Best reads of 2023
ABBA Voyage – review
I was there at the beginning and I stayed there until the end, purchasing the not-widely-known The Visitors album in my early teens. Music had moved on, ABBA was no longer fahsionable. I put my albums away at the back of the cupboard. It was some time early in my 20s I pulled them out… Continue reading ABBA Voyage – review
The Airport
It’s mid morning on a non-school-holiday weekday at the airport. There are still a lot of people, but it’s not a terrifying amount. The queue for Security is a snake of people shuffling left, then right, then left again. In the distance there is thumping and shouting. Is this what it’s like for animals in… Continue reading The Airport
Hips don’t lie but the yogis might
I recently clicked on a post about yoga on Instagram. Thanks to the great power of the algorithm, my instagram feed is now full of suggested yoga-related accounts to follow. Also many ‘sponsored posts’ that are trying to sell me yoga in one form or other. Maybe it’s somatic yoga, because that is the secret… Continue reading Hips don’t lie but the yogis might
My bike
I got my bike when I was eight or nine. My bike was at least second hand, if not third. It was my sister’s before it was mine; and before it was hers it probably belonged to a cousin. It was green. It was big and bulky, unlike my best-friend-next-door’s bike which was pink and… Continue reading My bike
Ang’s eyer tea
I’ve heard people speak about paralysing anxiety but it was only recently I experienced this myself. I don’t know how or where it started, but it has built up and up since the summer, eventually reaching the point where I felt physically and mentally paralysed and unable to function. What does it feel like? It… Continue reading Ang’s eyer tea
When I was young: favourite teachers
I’ve talked about the teachers who were monsters and monstrously unfair; maybe I should also talk about the ones who made a positive difference, the ones I remember fondly. Mrs Winehouse: She was side referenced in my Pink Lady story. My Year 1 teacher, the one who worked out I wasn’t deliberately being disruptive, I… Continue reading When I was young: favourite teachers
Tales from Tobhamhor 