Yes, the sun is shining, it is WARM and to mark the event, I have a skirt on. Trust me, this is newsflash city! I think I am quite a girly girl and I do love dresses, and skirts, but it's been so cold and so Wintery for sooooo long, my legs haven't seen the light of day for a looooong time. I've been quite a hermit this week. Other than the obligatory trip to the supermarket for esssentials on Monday (and school runs), I have been holed up in my den all week. No excuses today, off to the hairdresser I go.
Now, I know some women love going to the hairdresser but I am not one of them. I find it boring (no offence to the hairdresser who is very pleasant and also, very good) but I just can't bear sitting there for hours, thinking of all the things I could be doing at home, but needs must. Anyway, I thought I'd better make a bit of an effort as another thing I'm really not too chuffed about at the hairdressers, is the fact that you are forced to sit in front of a mirror for ages, not only that but with your hair looking all horrendous plastered to your head! So, today = skirt, (spotty, homemade); cardi (turquoisey, Boden fave, shrunk by Mr HenHouse, grrrr); corsage (crocheted, homemade, pink); proper shoes, not Crocs (pink, shiny); jacket, not even a real coat (spotty...again); scarf, not really cold enough (but stripey and bright); homemade bag (bright, v. bright, and flowery); Cath K bag for shopping (flowery, pink, turquoise, bright again); make-up (crikey)! The Munchkin is always very suspicious when he sees me in make-up and always correctly assesses that I am either "going somewhere nice" or "someone is coming to visit". So, get your sunglasses at the ready...
(Yes, I have indeed tried to keep myself out of those photos as much as possible.)
How did that Ginger Furball sneak in there? Now Jacky is never one to shy away from a photographic opportunity.
Inside the bag is pretty jolly, too. Have crochet, will travel.
Clearly, I am feeling in a rather colourful mood! The main good thing about the hairdressers (because I also cannot deny I look better when I come out of there than I did when I went in) is that it is situated in East Dulwich. What does East Dulwich mean? Yes: SHOPS. Really very lovely yummy shops, too. A few weeks ago, I went a-mooching there with my parents and drooled over some very lovely candlesticks. I resisted (well, ok, I bought something else and thought both would be too extravagant.) However, they have played on my mind ever since. Now that is a sure sign that they are meant to be mine, I mean ours. Isn't it? ISN'T IT.
Yes, yes, they are without candles. But at the cottage, I have wonderful Cath K spotty candles, blue ones and pink ones, too, just perfect. I wandered along the street in East Dulwich musing to myself: I shouldn't blog about these yet because I should wait until I can get my candles from the cottage as the finishing touch. But you know me too well. Of course, I couldn't wait! Of course, I'll just be showing you them again once the candles are in place!
Yesterday was a pretty nice day here, too. An email from Simone about her garden and pond reminded me that I was meant to be out in the garden too. The crochet rolls sort of got in the way, oops. So, outside I went to attend to the polyanthus and tete-a-tetes which had been patiently awaiting me...
Inside, the sunshine streaming in is creating its own colourful display...
Taking photos of the mantle has reminded me to show you something else. A week or so before Christmas, the Munchkin came home and put something under the tree, something in handmade wrapping paper, with a handmade tag. He solemnly informed me it was not to be touched, not until Christmas day. It was something very special; something he had made himself; for mummy. Each day, I was asked "Are you very excited about your present?" Oh yes, most definitely.
May I present the Family HenHouse, a la Munchkin:
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