Do you know Dippy-Dotty girl? She blogs over at:
Her real name is Arundhati. She’s from India. I call her Cathy, it’s my nickname for her ever since we met. It’s not that I don’t like her name, it’s just so I don’t misspell it. It’s our private joke. She’s the funniest person you’ll ever meet. She used to live in Northampton but now homegirl is moving to NEW YORK. Are you jealous yet? I’m sure her travelling diary will get even more excited now. I can’t wait for all the New York posts.
She wrote a post about her move:
She’s married to Adi, and they make a very cute couple together.
Just look at them… I love them as a couple.
She mostly writes about her trips and she always goes to the nicest places with the most breathtaking views. She hikes a little, unless it’s too close to water or bugs. Mostly, she eats. Especially popcorn, her meal of choice. She has them all the time and feels no shame about it. She eats as much as an athlete, or so she tells me. She’s still tiny, though. Worry not.
She’s an amazing writer and an avid reader. A fellow English major. We share many favorites in terms of books. She’s also my pen pal. Oh yeah. I love getting her mail. She’s the sweetest, most supportive friend. What you don’t know and she doesn’t know is that she is my favorite blogging friend. I feel really close to her and would love to meet her one day. I think we have an amazing connection and a very similar sense of humor, although she’s much more ladylike than I am. I’m a truck driver comparing to her, when it comes to sick/dark jokes and swearing.
I’m not that into travelling posts, to be completely honest. What attracts me is her writing, her beautiful personality, her sense of humor. I just love you, my dear Cathy. You’re an amazing friend.
(Is it me or this post is a little more sentimental than the others? She’s just one of my favorite people ever and I’m actually sad she is moving so far away)
My favorite posts:
On not meeting Demelza in Poldark country – I mean, I love Poldark. And I got a postcard with a miner eating a pastry that I initially thought to be a raw sweet potato. Long story.
Catalogue for the Dandy Traveller – Just a good, funny post with great pictures.
Friends for days tag – Doing my tag. Makes me so proud. This is how she describes me:
“Cheila has a wicked sense of humour and blogs about her life, the stars of which are her dog Rosa and her partner Rui. She is also battling depression. This is her attempt at giving new blogs some lovin’ and old blogs an extra dose of it. ”
Wicked sense of humor? Have no idea what she means!
Tuktuk – About her late beloved dog. Such an emotional post. She even shares a beautiful poem:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
Something that could totally happen to me: She almost lost her flight to NY. Oh, dear.
It’s a sign, love. You should not move so far away from me!!
You also need to check her lovely about page:
Before I finish this post, I have to share her answers to my questions.
Tell us about yourself.
The moment you say that, I freeze. Hmm let me think. I am just a girl waiting for the perfect cupcake to fall into her lap. No wait, I am just a girl waiting for a big dog to dress up, cuddle and annoy. I give up! Would a writer with a variety of alter egos suffice?
(It will darling, don’t worry. You forgot to mention the popcorn)
What was your favorite thing about my party?
Cheila, the banter and all those cupcakes, aah. Rosa too. I do not want sweet teenagers to go sulk in a corner. And then no one puts Rosa in a corner.
(She mentions cupcakes all the time. Do you think she has a problem? She loves Rosa, though)
Did you get any new followers or views because of the party?
I think so. Definitely one (don’t you go sniggering now!)
(Not too bad!)
Did you make any friends?
One lives in hope.
(hahaha she’s just too much)
Dearest girl, I hope you have the time of your life in New York. Just don’t pull a Carrie Bradshaw and walk the city in your underwear. Let’s keep some dignity. I hope you find the best popcorn ever and a million cupcakes to try. Seriously, I hope you are happy there. You and Adi, of course. Don’t be a stranger.
Love you, beautiful girl.