Day 13: Within the Madding Crowd

Today I’m wearing: 
  • The Dress.
  • Mustardy yellow cardigan that came from the Noa Noa sample sale. 
  • Leggings on tights because I can’t keep track of this bloody weather. 
  • DMs because I like them. 
  • My Triceratops necklace. 
Hello. 
I’ve just been to see the fastest paced film about sheep ever. And it was 2 hours long. Yes, my accomplice finally persuaded me to go and see Far from the Madding Crowd after going on about it for weeks. Said something about the inherent beauty of Thomas Hardy’s prose that set his soul alight, and he was dying to see how it translated to the big screen. 
I am kidding. I think he actually dozed off towards the end. I, on the other hand, did not. 
I really enjoyed it. It was so so fast-paced that I felt a bit plot-dizzy at times, but if you’ve ever read Hardy (hi there, English Lit degree) you’ll know that his novels are so dense that it would need an 8-part Andrew Davies adaptation to get you through the first chapter. With that in mind, the film was commendable. It was beautifully shot, especially the coastal scenes, although the bit in the trees reminded me of Twilight. Not that I’ve seen Twilight, obviously (*shuffles feet and looks sideways*). 
I would like to see it again, because I feel I didn’t get to grips with the film in its entirety. More like I was pulled along by the breathlessly paced plot. I was also aware of Thomas Vinterberg having directed The Hunt previously; I just didn’t know what he’d do with this film and that made me a little edgy? Maybe apprehensive? The Scandi influence was clear but it worked really well, especially with the actors starring. Carey Mulligan, Michael Sheen and Matthias Schoenaerts were all excellent. Even if Matthias Schoenaerts can’t say Bristol. 
So there’s my review of the film. I am interested as to what exactly is a madding crowd? And why would you be far from it? I will do some research, bear with me. 
Ah, it’s about the development of the soul, and the emergence of the individual from culture. I see. One of his clearer titles, then. 

 We took these pictures on the way home in the sunset light. Sunshine makes me feel so happy, even if it does freckle my skin.

The cardigan came from a Noa Noa sample sale, so is one of a kind (I think). It has poppers up the front, sleeves that don’t quite reach my wrists (this is excellent because I’m forever rolling my sleeves up), and is a lovely mustard yellow. It being a sample, it has no washing instructions, so I have no idea how to clean it. I usually throw it in a handwash cycle and hope for the best.

Oh my giddy aunt, I’m talking about washing clothes. This is what I’ve come to. In my defence, my Dress has just come out of the washing machine, so I’m sat here wondering if it’ll be dry for tomorrow. I bloody hope so.

This is my Triceratops Designosaur. I’ve written before about how my favourite dinosaur is the triceratops. Scary looking but vegetarian. Like Mike Tyson. Anyway, it’s made from laser-etched cherry wood. I got it a couple of years ago and have loved it ever since. I don’t think that the company that makes them makes this particular one any more. It’s an endangered species.

We’re over a third of the way to the target! That’s so good. Well done, you. There’s still a way to go yet, though.

St Michael’s staff make around 18 home visits a day. They help people not just in the actual hospice but in the local area too. With the recent news about carers being forced to cut visits to patients due to lack of money (it was on Radio 4 this morning and in the Times) these services are needed more and more. They need funding, however, and that’s where you come in.

Just £30 would help fund one of these visits. That’s £30 to help someone stay in their own home.

Justgiving.com/caitlin-rushby or text ODOM79 £5 to 70070

Caitlin x

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