Monday, 26 November 2007
Sunday, 25 November 2007
Good Evening All. Let me start by saying that I am totally pooped. Today I have been compelled to undertake some heavy duty cleaning. All because of a new acquisition. Just a small item in the grand scheme of things, but it has caused me an awful lot of work.
Saturday, 24 November 2007
I was in the kitchen this afternoon having a baking session. I spotted this little fella whilst weighing out some flour and grabbed the camera. I put the apples on the hedge a couple of weeks ago and was pleased to see that they are appreciated.Ah.......................sweet.
Wednesday, 21 November 2007
........There lived a Prince who had been turned into a frog by a wicked witch. We all know the fairytale of course, so I won't go on. On top of our computer monitor are some silk water lilies and a frog who croaks when he is turned upside down. Don't ask me why, but these things have sort of settled there over time and I'm used to them being there. I quite like the green fella's company. So tonight, as there is football on the telly and Him Indoors is bursting more than one blood vessel watching it, I decided it was time to play.
So play I did. The Prince found his fairy Princess and of course they both lived happily ever after. But not before old frog face had received a few snubs along the way. Here are some fairies who were not impressed by his green, swarthy charms.
Monday, 19 November 2007
Sunday, 18 November 2007
Saturday, 17 November 2007
Tuesday, 13 November 2007
Monday, 12 November 2007
Today I tackled a job that strikes fear into my heart. Something that I put off for as long as possible. TIDYING THE WARDROBE!!!!!! Behind this very pretty facade lay a terrible sight. Not just the clothes, shoes and bags in awful disarray, but all sorts of things which have been stuffed in, out of sight, out of mind. Things which have no business in a ladies vintage wardrobe.Such unattractive things as a carrier bag full of odd socks, not even mine. A photo album, waiting to be filled. Birthday cards, waiting to be er, filed. You get the picture I'm sure and I've told you far too much now.