18/10/2013

two parties


Because why have just the one party when you can have two.

Yep, because having two Birthday parties is an entirely normal thing, right?  Won't knacker you out or try your stamina, mental stability and resistance to cake? Nope.  It won't fill your fridge, your bins, your boots, no indeed.  But it will be fun.  Stressy, messy fun of the infant joy variety.

Two parties, two outfits, two cakes, two sets of people to feed, water and charm and that's before I even got Elizabeth out of bed!

Elizabeth.  She is one!  She is actually one!  I can't believe it has gone so fast but our little baby isn't a little baby anymore, cue sad face.  Well cue sad but really happy and slightly deranged (from lack of sleep, excess of worry) face.  Where has this last year gone? How can she walk so quickly already? Why does she seem so drawn to the (incredibly steep) staircase?  What does "giddah" actually mean? Who can answer these questions for me? When will I know what I'm actually doing?


Two party excessiveness was not for showing off, it was born from having two quite large families and Mr P's adamant refusal to hire a hall, I think he is allergic to church halls, community centres or any establishment that smells like a school and comes with fold up tables and a tea urn!  Who can blame him.

So house was decorated, invites were sent, food was prepared, pies were made. It was great fun.  Especially when it came to eating the cake!  The cake.  Holy moly it was the best cake ever, specially made for our Bets by my fabulous cousin, what a talented gal.

Erm, baby Ugg boots?  Who freaking knew!  Betsy loves them, I love them, she had so much fun, loved opening her presents and was spoilt rotten.  Hurrah!

We discovered that Bets loves people.  Couldn't care less about us when there are other people around.  She was off flirting with everyone, absolutely everyone and anyone as long is it wasn't us. Tilly is also a bit like this, when she was a puppy we always thought Tilly would go off with anyone as long as they made a fuss of her.  I'm beginning to sense a pattern. Our parenting style perhaps? Bit lax?


Talking of Tilly, here is our favourite picture from the mini party season a la bloom.  Canine photo bomb.  Genius.

Everything you need to know about how Tilly feels about Elizabeth is captured in this one shot.  You did good work to capture this moment Geoff, we applaud you and we have decided based purely on the murderous intent in Tilly's eyes that we will never leave the two of them alone together again!

Post-party?  Well Mr P went off to New York for the week, leaving me to tidy, clean, try to find room in the bin for a million cardboard boxes and watch Betsy's little face light up whenever she sees/grabs/hugs one of her many new toys, lovely stuff really.  All done and dusted and now we're very much looking forward to another exciting year with our little pixie gal.


 

02/10/2013

walking


She is walking.  She isn't even one yet.

Not just tentative steps either, nah that was ages ago, this is proper walking and she loves it.

It started out all clumsy, often resembling a younger, drunken me with her staggering about and falling over.  It is interesting to note that this is the only time she has ever resembled me.

Now she is confident, she trots about the place happily muttering to herself and finding stuff to destroy.  If she finds a high value item; phone, keys, remote controls, anything from my handbag, she goes quiet and we know she's up to no good.  She has even learnt to run away, dashing off in the opposite direction if I find her with something she shouldn't have.

She has shoes.  They are very cute and she is quite fond of them.  Now when we go out she has her shoes put on and if we don't stop to let her out for a little run around then she gets a bit stroppy.  If we manage to get her on the swings then she is in heaven but getting her off the swing and back into the pram is not fun, not fun at all.


On a different parenting note, why did nobody tell me how hard it is to be a mum when you are ill.  Huh?  It's not like you can phone in sick is it?

I think there should be some state-funded emergency nanny service where you phone up on a sick day and a nanny in the style of Mary Poppins turns up to take care of your child whilst you lie in bed feeling sorry for yourself with Netflix and a bumper pack of Strepsils.

I am so poorly today with a coldy sore throat thing passed on by Mr P that I actually cried.  I cried this morning and begged him not to go to work.  Yes, I need that emergency nanny service real bad.  I have roused myself to finish this post whilst Bets is napping and now I think I shall return to having a lie down and maybe get myself a cup of tea.



24/09/2013

best in show



We watched Best In Show at the weekend.

It really is a great film but probably only resonates down deep in your heart if you have a dog and especially if you, like us, own a pedigree dog.

We were amused much by the film's brilliant comedy moments and it made me go all smoochy, pooch proud of the girl.


We are extremely lucky with Tilly.  She is a sweet natured beautiful girl and so well behaved, putting up with the arrival of Elizabeth (or as Tilly calls her, the usurper), really, really well.  The only time I have to declare loudly that I'm taking her to the pound is when we have guests.  Oh lord when we have guests she is a nightmare.

She gets incredibly excited, does full body wag, whines and shakes with the sheer joy of someone coming to visit her!  We always let her come and say hello and then she is supposed to calm down and go back to her bed.  Yeah, doesn't happen like that.  She always takes it a step too far, a nudge, a lick, a molestation too far and ends up getting told off, shouted at and straight off to the dog house.

It's really horrible and bloody annoying and I wish she wouldn't do it.  We have certain guests (you know who you are), who encourage her and that just makes it worse for those other unsuspecting visitors who don't in fact wish to be covered in dog!

This post has ended up being a bit of a whine, I'm not quite sure how that happened.  I am in fact a bit partial to the odd dog related item, these are all lush one, two, three and four and now I'm going to watch a bit of telly and get an early night.

21/09/2013

does listening to Radio 4 make you more intelligent?


I've been listening to Radio 4 a lot recently and I swear I've upped my smarts.

I told Mr P that I was definitely getting cleverer via the medium of Woman's Hour and he coughmuttered something along the lines of 'feminist claptrap' and said it wasn't possible to be made smarter just by listening to intelligent people speak.

Yeah, well I disagree.

Studies have found that listening to Mozart makes you cleverer so why not listening to the dulcet tones of John Humphries first thing in the morning?  Especially Mr Humphries because he questions everything and we are (I am) so often lulled into a state of, fairly happy, inertia that is in direct opposition to challenging everything we are told.

Perhaps it won't be long before the so called 'Mozart Effect' is attributed to other forms of media as well because lets face it, we are surrounded by noise now more than ever before and the choices we make about what/who we listen too must influence our brain's ability to store or learn new things? 

Mr P says that it won't make you more intelligent but it will possibly make you better informed.  I agree but being better informed surely equals a short-term boost in the smarts?  And surely if you do this every day then you will eventually be turned into a smart arse?  Maybe.  Maybe not.

This article details eleven ways to boost your IQ although I have to say I'm not keen on IQ as a measure of intelligence and I'm also not keen on some of these measures (erm, drugs people?) but it does say that whatever you do, you must do it often so Radio 4 every day it is then.  I am also claiming the title of head brain in this house because item number five clearly states that vegetarians have higher IQs - ha! Beat that thicky meat eaters.

So that is the sum of my argument!  I reckon listening to Radio 4 does make you more intelligent and my husband thinks it doesn't.

I do hope you weren't expecting some cleverly constructed debate for and against the subject.  Come on loves, I'm a forty-something stay at home mum whose brains were all sucked out by pregnancy and anything left up there gets pickled by my weekly catch-up with the Kardashians!

See ya.



17/09/2013

crochet love for your ears






So that's it.  After a hugely weird crochet and knitting block over the summer, I've picked up hook and needles again and have already got, um, three projects on the go.

Of course I'm looking for a fourth, because clearly three is not enough and I saw these earmuffs and fell in love, love, lovey, love.

They're retail items, nearly one hundred of the queens pounds!! Spluttered my tea all over the place and that was just at the sale price of fifty quid!  They might be the prettiest ear-wear I've ever seen but I'm not parting with that amount of cash just to have gorgeous ears.

Instead I think I'll make myself a Morning Walk earwarmer, been meaning to for ages anyway but I think the time is nigh.  I'm still gutted I had to give this beauty away.


Then I saw these ah.mazing earmuffs from Madrid based crochet queens Lanusa.  How. fricking. cool.





They have got so many cool designs, go and have a look at their beautiful blog right now.  I want one of each colour please.

I think 2013 might actually be the year of the earmuff. Yeah, I do.

13/09/2013

autumn boots



Oh yeah, you know it baby.

The best thing about autumn is buying your new boots, that and the smell of hot dust when your heating comes on for the first time in months!

These are my favourite lovelies of the moment one, two, three, four, five and I must be really loving number four because I'm sure I've featured them already - maybe I should take my own hint, or else try to be a bit more original.

I got my new boots in.  Check 'em.


Cor.

How nice are they. Boden Boho Boots are mine, well they will be once they bloody well arrive.  Hurry up Boden, my feet need these boots.

11/09/2013

vintage black crochet collar


I had to get my crochet groove back on because I lost it.

It suspiciously disappeared when the sun came out, refused to return all summer and then abruptly came back last week on the first chilly day of September.  How people who live in hot countries can crochet is beyond me.

Not one to let a groove moment pass me by, I got busy, dug out my favourite vintage collar pattern and hooked away happily in black for a change.  It's not the easiest of colours to crochet with, in fact it is downright bloody difficult to crochet with, I forgot this and only remembered halfway through a row of single crochets into a chain, my eyes felt like they were on stalks by the end of the row.


I love this pattern though and glad I stuck with the black because it looks divine, I love this collar colour combination (say it quickly ten times, bet you can't).

Much as I love it, I can't keep it.  I want to but I made it for my Aunty Andrea for her Birthday, which is today.  Happy Birthday lovely lady.



I think I have now made four of these collars, might be time to try something new huh!

09/09/2013

well that was summer then


I'm not going to complain about autumn's official arrival this weekend; gloom, rain, a chill in the air.  Nope, not complaining at all because we actually had a proper summer this year with heat and sunshine and everything.  I was inclined to not quite know what to do with myself most of the time.

The sun seems to have made Elizabeth grow like a weed, she is now so tall and is a walking, talking ball of bright sunshiny energy, super quick and apt to climb at a moments notice.  No is the word of the moment in this house and I am just run ragged!

The summer has seen her say her first and most favourite word buh bye, breaks my heart every time, especially when I'm going out the door to work...gulp, hold back tears, be brave, walk away from the small person.

I'm working again, which is brilliant.  Part time is good stuff and I feel very lucky to have found something that lets me work just 8 hours a week, it wasn't easy finding it but so worth the wait.  Elizabeth gets to spend those 8 hours with her grandparents and she has found them to be most willing servants to her every need and thus is happy as Larry every time I walk away. In fact I'm pretty sure I saw a flash of irritation in her eyes on Friday when I still hadn't left the house and was coming in for yet another kiss goodbye!

I missed my two year blogversary in August and so now found myself to be a blogging old hat with the scars and everything to prove it.  I'm still in love with this online world, so much has changed, I've changed, blogging's changed but I find that I've mellowed into it and have more of a flow these days.  I have been going back over old posts in a re-labelling exercise, my labels had gone a bit squiffy, and had to tidy up lots of broken links, deleted images and poor, poor ass spelling.  It appears that I really do not know how to spell definitely as have had to amend it at least five times.  I am ashamed.




I've also finally figured out how to use twitter.  Yes.  Ahem.  It took, um, a while to figure it out.  I'll leave it at that but don't be surprised if I turn up on your twitter doorstep all of a sudden, gushing with the tweets.

I am typing this in bed at 7am with a cup of tea, my new blog work hour.  I used to go back to sleep after the morning bottle but now I need the time to mull and muse and get some shit done.  I'm so excited about autumn's arrival, especially after having a proper summer and I've got lots of ideas and plans for the coming months, yes, yes, really.  So all is good in the hood yo this Monday morning, hope all is good with you too.  Have a good week everyone.


05/09/2013

orange is the new black



If you haven't already heard then let me be the one to tell you, you absolutely must, you have to, it is imperative that you get yourself some Netflix on your tellybox and you must watch Orange is the new Black.  It is a crazy hoot and the only thing keeping me from dying inside from the knowledge that Breaking Bad is coming to an end, oh Jesse, my lovely deep voiced telly boyfriend, how will I ever live without you??

In honour of my new banged up best buddies, I was cruising for some orange pretties to go with my Dad's gorgeous pom pom dahlias and I found this lovely lot at John Lewis.  I know the bag isn't strictly orange but heavens it's a beauty and too much orange in one image sure does make your eyes go funny!

I think I'm so fond of OITNB because it reminds me partly of boarding school; dorms, enforced servitude, bad food, crappy discos, standing in line and rules, rules, hormones and rules.  It also rather scarily reminds me of a job I once had in deepest, darkest Dudley where I, a solitary southerner amongst a whole company of brummies, walked in to my own personal "don't go on the moors" moment that sadly lasted for two whole freaking years.  Watch it. You will love it.  I promise.

Yeah and don't ever go to Dudley, like ever.

03/09/2013

how to make paper pom poms



Yeah you want some of this in your life don't you?

I know you do, how could you resist the pom pom goodness in all its papery glory.

I am making a ton of these bad boys for Betsy's first birthday party which is in just over a months time, yep in just over one months time my wee, tiny baby will be one, yikes!  I swear I'm going to blink and she'll be stroppy and sixteen!

Here is a very speedy blooming guide on how to make these lovely, big paper pomdepompoms.

1.  Get a load of sheets of tissue paper in a colour or colours of your choice, I used eight sheets of girl pretty pink.  Start folding them concertina style into a narrow strip as if you were making a fan.


2. When you have finished folding get a piece of string or yarn and tie a knot in the middle.



3. Flare the fans out either side of the string and start pulling each separate piece of tissue paper down, scrunching and placing it as you go.  An option at this point is to cut a curve into either end before pulling and scrunching to create a more flower petal look, see the two images below.

I personally prefer keeping the edges straight as I think it gives a better looking, peony style pom pom.

Do it however you like it, I find it easier to do one side first and then the other.

4. That is it, easy huh?  Fluff it all up and out et voila!  Paper pom pom loveliness for your house.



They look nice hanging together in colourful pom pommy clumps.

Freaking awesome huh?

I love them and think everyone should have some dangling around their living space - these are up at ours already and I suspect they won't be coming down anytime soon.

Happy pom pom making yo!

29/08/2013

blackberry day out


I didn't mean it to end like this.

It just happened.  I got to the park yesterday and it was blackberry madness.

There were scuffles amongst the seniors, fights for the best spot, and tactical deployment manoeuvres from the sneaky blackberry picking pros.  I kid you not, welcome to blackberry day out.



I walk past these blackberry bushes every day and watch how they change. Boring in the winter, perky in the spring, pretty in the early summer and then one day in late August you walk past and bam! the full force of how amazing nature is hits you in the face, bushes laden down with juicy big berries and people fighting to get at them!

My tactic was to just act natural, pretend that I wasn't there to pick blackberries at all and hoping that my dog pooh bag receptacle added weight to this ruse.  Yes I used a pooh bag to collect my berries - classy.

Then as I sauntered, I picked, I don't need huge amounts, just enough to make Betsy smile and Mr P a fruit crumble so I was able to avoid the extreme pickers wrath. 



Most of the good stuff was gone of course, these bushes had been well and truly raided.  In some places where the bushes went quite far back people had created thorny barriers to stop all but the most hardy picker from getting at them, insane.

I managed to collect a lovely lot of berries, enough for Betsy to have some for her dinner and enough to make puff pastry blackberry tarts for pudding, summer heaven on a plate courtesy of our local park.  You don't get much better at that.

28/08/2013

some minty love





I have the misfortune, and I mean this in the most flattering of ways, of working next to Mint Velvet.

I don't mean that the shop is next door, on my way in to work or up the high street a bit, I mean that Mint Velvet clothes are right next to my eyeballs all day.  It is hellish.

I pretty much lust after like every single thing in the freaking concession and it is starting to get embarrassing and potentially expensive.  I'm not the only one either, when Mint Velvet get something new in, everyone sidles over for a feel, sniff, try on.

Here are my most lustworthy new season items; one, two, three, four, five.  The jana print dipped hem dress will have to be mine at some stage, it only seems fair, a girl can only take so much temptation.

25/08/2013

things i love august 2013

I am lusting after this blackbird print.  Blackbirds are the way coolest birds ever, much nicer than those evil, murderous magpies, boo, I hate them bitches.

Anyway here are some other things I love this month.   See that I got me some pretty gold hearts and Photoshop, yep I got the actual Photoshop on my mother loving computer and I am in slightly confused love with it.



Things I love: one, two, three, four.

You will have to excuse me for a while whilst I create Photoshop shite masterpieces for your visual delight.  I'll get it out of my system soon, get bored and go back to normo pictures again, I promise.

24/08/2013

knitted love- a baby blanket

: purl soho :
I'm bereft of yarn projects at the moment.  It doesn't feel good.

So many things going on, I feel like I'm constantly dashing about, never really sitting down, sipping tea and making stuff.  It needs to stop.

So I've decided to make a baby blanket, no particular baby in mind but I sniff fresh babies in the air and all babies need a beautiful blanket to snuggle into so I'm pretty sure it will come to some use.

I'm torn between this lovely stripy guy from The Purl Bee at Purl Soho, my most favourite online knitting destination and this equally as pretty and very similar offering from the amazing Pickles girls in Norway.

: pickles:
The pickles large ridge blanket looks exactly the same, I know but it has a cute 'L-shape' effect that is appealing and apparently achieved by simply increasing either side of your middle stitch! I love that in a new knitter, easily impressed kind of way.

: pickles :
I will decide later today which one to make, I've got lots of pretty yarn stashed away so I have no excuse, I'm leaning towards the pickles one at the moment.

This is just a quick post, it's 6am and I'm supposed to be getting ready for work. Instead I thought I'd have a cup of tea and post these lovely pictures so I can go to work on a smile given that it is pouring down with rain and a bit dark and gloomy out there.

Hope you have a lovely Bank Holiday weekend.

23/08/2013

autumn is just around the corner, I can smell it

: boden :

I love that autumn is just around the corner, I felt a chill in the air today and leaves they are a falling already, I swear it.

I love September, new notebooks and pencils, new shoes, new haircut and lovely thick tights.  Boots!  I love boots and socks and hats and black dresses.  September is the freaking best month of the year.  Really.

I love knitted dresses, bright jumpers and boots, did I mention new boots.

: boden :

Leopard print anyone?

Nobody does leopard print autumn quite like Boden, I get excited when the catalogue arrives and want to buy literally everything in it.  There is something quintessentially British about Boden, great British style is a good strapline for the brand, I couldn't have said it better myself.

I love everything about this picture; the hats, the tights never mind the tunic.

: boden :

Are you as excited as I am about September coming?  Go on, get your boots out of the cupboard and test drive some socks, you know you'll like it.

19/08/2013

does the 2-day diet really work?

This will be a weird post to write as I'm not normally food-fixated apart from obviously loving the stuff and I've always been pretty much the same size/weight. 

Then I had a baby.  Yeah, having a baby kind of changes your body in ways that no one ever dares to mention.  Nonetheless I still managed to lose virtually all the baby weight in the months after Elizabeth's birth, all except that stubborn half a stone which will not budge - hasn't everyone got a stubborn half a stone that won't budge?

And for all my vegetarian, daily dog walking lifestyle, it does insist on clinging to me for dear life.  Then at the library I saw this book...

2-day diet book

....and thought I would have a look at it because so many friends and family have been raving about it and/or the other 5:2 diet, which I think is called The Fast Diet.

Whilst the fast diet is calorie controlled, the 2-day diet is carb controlled and for the two days that you diet you basically don't eat any carbs and very limited amounts of fruit, fats and protein.  Then for the other five days and much to my disappointment, instead of pigging out on crisps and biscuits with gay abandon you have to eat what they call a 'healthy Mediterranean diet', gutted.

After having a read of the book and the whole 5:2 concept itself (which I love),  I did think that this was potentially do-able, possibly healthy and definitely worth a try to get rid of my mate fatty bum-bum.  So armed with a jumbo pack of tofu and a dozen eggs I entered the realm of diet.

Now, I won't lie to you, this diet is not great for vegetarians.  Whilst our meat eating chums can stuff chicken, bacon and pretty much any lean meat down their cake-holes, vegetarians can only eat tofu or eggs!  I do find myself getting a bit bored of boiled eggs and stir-fry tofu and whilst I do mix it up and make different dishes from the book, it still boils down to one or the other for lunch and dinner.

I usually eat a variation of this menu on a diet day.

breakfast:   half a grapefruit

mid-morning snack:   handful of cashew nuts

lunch:   stir fry tofu with spring onions and ginger

afternoon snack:   hummus and cucumber

dinner:   ratatouille with broccoli and poached eggs

Not terrible, bit on the dull side but I don't find myself particularly hungry during the day, perhaps on the second day I start dreaming a wee bit about pasta, eyeing up the spaghetti jar and so on.  Yes, the two days are recommended to be completed consecutively because day two is supposed to be easier?!  Hmmm not entirely convinced but I do them on a Monday and Tuesday now and have settled into a bit of a routine so don't mind.

The five days are also quite interesting because the book says that because of the diet, you won't want to stuff pies in your gob on the five 'normal' days - I didn't believe this but I have to admit that it's bloody true!  I haven't been as strict on the five days as the book recommends but then I haven't been stupid either, just eating normally and having my usual treats like red wine, the odd biscuit and some of Betsy's chocolate buttons.

Now to the good bit.  Does it work?  Oh my goodness indeed it does, like a freaking dream.

I stepped on the scales after the first week wearing my Mrs Sceptic UK sash and I had lost 3lbs, jaw dropped in amazement.  Then the next week another 2lbs and whilst it slowed down a bit after that, I've still lost just over 8lbs in a month, really good huh?

I would happily recommend this to everyone (especially meat eating everyones) and especially if you only have a small parcel of fat to dispose of and would like it to disappear quickly.  I think that this one might be hard to maintain for a long period of time but then again if you are eating meat on your diet days then this diet might be brilliant over the long term too.

Definitely worth a try and recommended by me, fad diet novice 2013 - here is the link for more information.

17/08/2013

I'm an internet hypocrite

hyp.o.crite - noun - a person who pretends to have virtues, morals or religious beliefs, principles etc., that he or she does not actually possess, especially a person whose actions belie stated beliefs.

I admit it.  Perhaps others wouldn't, couldn't or probably don't even care but lately I've really noticed what a massive internet hypocrite I am.

Let me explain.

Firstly.  I publicly and loudly despise facebook.

I can't stand the over-sharing, the constant vague-booking for attention, the phony bullshit and making friends with people you don't even know or like.  I particularly can't stand people putting up crap that nobody cares about (I had peas for my dinner yo!), and yet I have a blog which by its very nature means I'm constantly churning out crap that few would/could care about.  Hypocrite.

Secondly.  I can't stand the daily mail, wouldn't be seen dead buying it or reading it for that matter but yet breakfast wouldn't be complete without a visit to the mail's sidebar of shame to see who's shagging who, pregnant, looking a bit fat, drunk or plain damn ugly.  It is the most un-newsworthy of news websites and yet I can't get off it.  It's like crack.  I once went cold turkey just to prove to Mr P that I could and was ashamed with myself when, after going a full three months without it, I was heart-pumpingly excited to visit again *hangs head in shame.

Thirdly and lastly, I like reading so called 'mommy bloggers', blogs by other people with children especially the big, popular and mainly American ones.  I like reading about their lives and even better I like looking at pictures of cute babies in cute outfits, looking freaking cuter than cute.

But I personally don't like to share photos of my girl on the internet.  I wouldn't put a picture of Elizabeth online that shows her full face or naked body or anything at all really.  I very rarely post pictures of her and when I do I try to make sure she is a bit blurry and/or her face is not fully shown.   I know it's hypocritical especially given the nature of blogging/sharing!? but I feel like Elizabeth should decide if she wants her face splashed all over the internet and so until she is old enough to make that decision for herself I reckon it's my job to safeguard her.  What a massive hypocrite huh?  Happy to look at other people's unfortunately overexposed children whilst fiercely protecting my own, not my finest moment.

There.  Confessions out of the way.  Are you a hypocritical surfer, a so-called by me... hyponet?

05/08/2013

a crocheted thingy



Yep, I made a thingy.

I have no idea what it is, what it might be for or indeed who might like it but there it is, existing.

In fact after my big Simply Crochet moan last week, this pattern is from that exact publication.  It's called a mandala and I still don't know what it is, what it might be for or indeed who might like it, calling it a name, even a pretty name like mandala, does not help in this perplexity.


So yeah, Mr Thingy.  Pretty guy or what?  Well he might as well be pretty seeing as he's good for nothing else.

He was in fact made as a tongue-in-cheek present for my cousin who has just moved house.  Of course she was delighted to receive such a useless piece of tat as a moving in present - every house needs a crochet thingy I told her with a big grin on my face.



Mr P was horrified that I would even think about giving it to her.  It's a joke, I said.  Your jokes are not very funny, he said.

02/08/2013

holy sweet peas, I got the job!


Holy cow, is it my imagination or are sweet peas the sweetest, prettiest peas ever?

These are from my Dad's garden, they are not only pretty as a picture but they smell gorgeous too, I like them a lot.

After my last post in which my disgustingly poor grammar made it sound like I already had the job, I felt it best to advise you that I didn't have the job at that time but lordy lord I do now!!

I am very pleased, over the moon in fact.  It is only a few hours a week but it will make all the difference to my sanity.

I've been dreaming of getting out of the house for a bit, of wearing clean clothes and high heels, having adult conversations and a bit of a giggle.  Yep sanity is going to be just fine.


31/07/2013

blue, blue, interview and a tiny splash of pink



This dress is lovely.  It's so blue and looks a little vintagey.

It's got a full and swishy skirt which always makes me happy.  The only thing lacking in this little number is pockets.  A particular kind of joy, that only a lady can know, happens when you find out your new skirt/dress has pockets.

It isn't vintage.  I just got it.  In the sale too, it was a super bargain.  I was quite pleased with myself.

I had an interview yesterday which is why I had a pretty outfit on, usually I'm scragging around in jeans.  It made a nice change to dress up.

:: dress great plains similar here, here and here ::

I tried to break up all that blueness, I didn't want to look like a smurf.

These lovely pink nails did it.  They stopped me looking like mama smurf, they come courtesy of Paul & Joe who make the most freaking gorgeous nail polish bottles I have ever seen.


Maybe my pink nails got me the job either that or my swishy blue dress.

Off to get red wine now, Wednesday's wine night here in bloom towers. 

24/07/2013

pretty baby dresses


I'm so glad I had a baby girl because I love baby dresses.  How can you not love this dress?  It's my favourite and Betsy looks like a tiny, vintage princess in it.


Mind you, she did poo all over it the first time she wore it. In spectacular fashion, in her car seat which I then discovered did not have a removable cover.  The joy of cleaning up an awkwardly placed poo!

Most of Betsy's dresses come from her nanny who has an eye for a pretty baby dress, good job too seeing as she has three grand-daughters to clothe for the next sixteen or so years!  She gave us one which is so pretty I don't think I'm going to be able to put her in it. That's right, it's unwearable because it's too darn pretty.  I mean really. Look at it.


Currently it hangs on the back of her bedroom door doing its job and looking lovely.  There it will remain until a suitable occasion arises (she is not wearing this to Tescos!) and cripes if she poos in it, I will actually cry.

Obviously she has her knitted dress from mama and I'm currently looking for my next knitting project as have nothing on my needles....quelle horreur!  Whilst scooting around looking for inspiration I saw this beauty at Boden.


:: stripy knitted dress ::

I love the idea but I'm not sure about executing the yoke and pockets.  I'm not sure I'm ready for that many stripes having been stripe averse so far in my knitting life - bloody lovely though.

Finally I saw this and might have to buy it, I love the colours, love the stripes, it screams Elizabeth at me, yep, yep, stripy jersey dress your card is marked.

:: stripy jersey dress ::

This post could go on forever but I should go and get dressed given that it's nearly quarter past ten!  Thankfully it's a bit cooler today so I might actually put some strides on.

ps. royal baby name prediction, my guess is George and I'm sticking with it even though I think Prince James sounds better.