Random things make a post

•  Yesterday, when I came into the house in the evening, I gathered a nosegay of old roses:  Mme. Isaac Pereire, a China I can't remember, and Devoniensis (a.k.a. "Tradd Street Yellow").   I could have added Vineyard Song and Chrysler Imperial, had I chosen.  The kitchen smells beautifully rosy.
• My laptop ate its hard drive  yesterday and I am going through withdrawal.  My cellphone is great for mail and the Guardian, but terrible for DW and Tumblr and general Web-noodling.
• Last night the NYTimes app sent me an alert about the Final Four.  This morning the Guardian app sent me an alert about a school stabbing in Pennsylvania.  The Guardian's breaking-news coverage of this story is, as usual, far, far better than the NYT breaking-news coverage.
• I am mainlining "The Thick Of It".   This has (A) given me a whole new perspective on ministerial shuffles (B) made my internal dialogue far, far more sweary (C) cemented my crush on Peter Capaldi.   Not Malcolm Tucker, mind; I'm not insane.  I am now engrossed in the fannish debates on why the hell Malcolm often wears a wedding ring (n.b. because Capaldi didn't always take his own off) and who the child peeking out of his house in S3 was.
• Am making steady progress on two 1910s dresses for daughter and self, to be worn to a GBACG ice cream social Saturday.  Definitely in adrenaline mode, but not yet panic mode. 
• Said to husband, "I'm going out Thursday evening."  Husband:  "He's a lucky guy."  (Off to a movie with movingfinger , actually.)

FYI

 I go insane (more so) every time I try to post pictures to Dreamwidth.   I have therefore set up a Tumblr, which is (surprise) mme-hardy.tumblr.com .   Text will stay here, for the most part.  Over on the Tumblr are pictures of sewing projects, vintage roses, scans of two vintage women's magazines, and scans of a 1950s book of dirty jokes called Over Sexteen.   All the scans are OCRed courtesy of my phone.   (God, I love the future.)