Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Happy Birthday!!

Teacups and Buttondrops is officially one year old today :).

I can't believe one: how time has passed so quickly and two: I've managed to keep blogging which, if you know me, is a big achievement.

Things I have learnt this past year:
Blog stats are not everything.
A good post is well-written (go back to my archives if you dare - the posts are cringey)
Good photos are key - they don't have to be from an SLR, most of mine come from my phone (again go back to my archives if you dare)
Bloggers are lovely.
Twitter has overtaken my facebook addiction, thanks to the lovely bloggers who I follow (and who follow me). I have been amused by so many tweets over the past year.

All in all a big thank you from me :). I have lots more in store for Teacups and Buttondrops in the future.

Oh, Darwin would like to say hi. He feels he hasn't taken over shown his face in a while.



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Sunday, 11 September 2011

Where were you?


Image from Google

My heart goes out to all those affected by 9/11. To those families and friends who lost loved ones and to the emergency services who responded to the call of duty.

Ten years ago today, where were you when the atrocious terrorist attacks on New York, Washington and Pennsylvania happened?
Me? I was off school on an in-service day when the first plane hit. I remember watching the footage and just being overwhelmed with shock and emotion. From a small village in Scotland, I was in denial that this was happening across the pond. Even now, ten years on, it seems like it's not real.

Watching some of the footage earlier today, I was reminded of the shock I felt when I was watching the drama unfold. Its bizarre how an event ten years later, can stir up the same original emotions. I cannot even imagine how the relatives and friends felt (and still feel to this day).

Right at this moment, my Dad is flying to New York and I'll admit, I'm scared. I know that security is extremely tight but after seeing a few days ago about another threat, I'm a bit apprehensive. After I told my dad not to go, he laughed it off as he usually does and said he'll be fine as he's an ex-RAF serviceman (Sergeant to be precise). Not that this provided much reassurance. Therefore, I've made him promise to email me every day (pathetic I know) but at least i'll have some reassurance. Truth be told, I won't stop worrying until he is back.

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