Liebster naturlich

Longer ago than I care to contemplate (ok, a year), the splendiferous Hannah, primary school chum and author of The Old Jaw Jaw, pinged the Liebster tag my way and I, like a moron, never got around to answering the questions. Around that time my blog was in the process of grinding to a slow inexorable halt, but that is a pathetic excuse. So today I finally got my flamin’ arse into gear and answered me some questions…

1. Favourite book?

Oh, start with an easy one why don’t you. I don’t have just one book oh super specific question. Anything Margaret Atwood has ever written definitely makes the list; also Dracula by Bram Stoker, the original and still the best in vampire fiction; and Enduring Love by Ian McEwan, because studying it for GCSE somehow made it better, not worse.

2. Do you read real books or ebooks?

Real books, all the way. I have tried ebooks, but I just don’t get the same satisfaction as I do out of a really chunky piece of freshly-pulped tree. Sorry planet.

3. Which art form offers the truest expression of yourself?

Reality tv shows. Oh, you wanted a serious answer? Well in that case I’d have to say probably my dressmaking – haphazard, freestyle and the results are either brilliant or terrifying.

4. Favourite genre?

Victorian horror and dystopian future post-apocalypse but without spaceships.

5. What makes you laugh?

Some of the most inappropriate things you have ever heard. Also kittens.

6. What makes you cry?

Oh lord, EVERYTHING. This question made me cry. Hitting my head really hard also makes me cry as a kind of weird reflex, does anyone else get that?

7. What is the one thing that you can’t do that you’d love to be able to do?

Convince stupid people not to be stupid about things that are really important.

8. If you were given an opportunity to spend on more day with a friend or family member who has passed away what would you do?

I would have a day of knitting and honest conversation with my two Grannies, learning their mystic yarn-charming skills, hearing all the amazing stories that they used to tell when I was too little to understand, and during which I would also get to explain to a captive (and bizarrely willing) audience what the hell my PhD was all about.

9. Do you write?

Nope, never. I’m more of an interpretive dance person myself*.

So apparently now I have to pass this along to some unsuspecting people… So in this grand digital playground I tag Polished Penny, a superb lady whose creations in nail polish are actually breathtaking, and With Bells On, the loveliest mother/daughter crafting blog duo that you will ever come across. This is the internet ladies, we have no secrets here.

And also any of you reading who fancy joining in, I tag you too. Enjoy!

*I lied, of course I write. This is a blog, nor am I out of it.