Poppies, Vintage Frocks and Would You Trust This Woman With Your Children?

Just a quick post before I head out the door for the beginning of my Halloween/Anniversary festivities! I have an hour before I have to head out of the door, why so early? more of that later!

I have made one or two Ebay/Etsy purchases of late and also been give a couple of rather splendid frocks (both of which are currently in the wash so more of them another time.) and am lead to ponder why is it any vintage purchase I have made of late.....well.....smells? Quite frankly the two pictured here stank! I suppose there is that mentality of I don't want it any more so why should I spend the time and money washing it but really it has been BAD lately. 

This lovely green dress was the worst, possibly because the label read 'Dry Clean Only' not that that stopped me sticking it straight in the washing machine on the delicate cycle, I couldn't face handwashing it it smelt so bad! It came out perfect and smelling as fresh as a daisy huzzah. Interestingly it was listed as 'vintage' and 'new with tags' on Ebay. It is in fact from Oasis so not old as such, and the tag was one from a second hand store so not exactly 'new with tag' but what the hey it was 99p plus postage.

This one came off Etsy and was a bit more money but only slightly less smelly. At least it's 1980's shoulder padded glory was machine washable. I don't know what it was about it that appeals to me but I suspect it's going to look bloody awful on!

Poppy day is approaching fast and look at this little gem I found in Accessorize!

I don't have words to describe quite how much I love it. I also made myself a brooch to wear.

I've had a few people say to me 'oh you should make more and sell them' but after the craft show disaster I have lost my mojo somewhat.

Anyway on to the early departure.
Tonight I'm going to see Bowling for Soup (BFS), as you know they are my favourite band. Himself was taking me for our anniversary and we are also taking Nephew Number One as part of his brithday present. The plan being that as Himself is already out and drinking beers with BFS buddies even as I type (lucky bugger), I would come in on the train later with the Nephew, buy him his first legal beer or two from me,(now that he is 18) and catch up with Himself in the venue after the god awful support band have finished.(I have seen them before so I know they are god awful.) 

Only now I have had the role of 'Responsible Adult' thrust upon me!?!

Would you trust this woman with the moral welfare of your daughters? I still look slightly stunned from the news in this picture lol.

Turns out My brother and sister in law are off out with friends tonight and said friends youngest daughter is also going to see BFS. Plans have gone awry and suddenly said friends 15 year old daughter needs taking to the show for 6.30 when she will meet more 15 year old friends all of whom will then need chaperoning for the evening !!!!  
Suddenly I have gone from casually necking beers before a gig to having to look after a clutch of excitable 15 year old girls without a beer in sight AND having to sit through the god awful support band too *weeps*.
If nothing else I remember what I was like at 15, I was a freaking nightmare!!, they will run rings round me! *weeps again*
If only I drank spirits I could fill a hip flask with gin and let it all wash past me or maybe I should just take them all to the pub.

                Moi? give your underage daughter alcohol? How could you think such a thing?

Baby you're the best fun that I've had

If you are not a rock fan then I suggest you look away now for this is going to be an unashamed gushing post about that very thing. I went to see the band Reckless Love on Wednesday night and I am still grinning about it now.

They play the kind of tongue in cheek, don't take us or our lyrics too seriously, old school hair metal (as it is now called), that was my life all through my teens and 20s and they are damned good at it too. I love them big time and so it would seem do many other ladies of a certain age who were big style hair metal fans back in the day.
There was a huge percentage of them in the audience, most were clutching the front of the stage and screaming like they used to at Jon Bon Jovi.
Himself decided it was not dry ice at the front but a cloud of oestrogen emitted by either them or their HRT patches!

Thankfully my bad back had died down to a dull roar so I was able to have a boogie, I am the world's worst dancer but if there is a good tune on I can't stand still and jigging about in a crowd is not likely to draw to many hoots of laughter my way. 

The band were fantastic, I think part of what I love is they seem to have such a good time, I have seen too many bands who look bored stiff and just go through the motions because they have too.
The lead singer just never stops smiling and he most definitely has that mystery ingredient, that charisma that makes a special front man.
 It's another of those occasions where I think even someone who hates the genre of music would be hard pushed not to have a good time because he doesn't just sing at you he entertains you.
I have been in that situation myself where a band might not be my cup of tea at all musically, but I have been enthralled by a great performer.

It was a great night out despite the pouring rain on the way there and back and coming through the venue ceiling out on the stairs!
 Himself decided we should go for a drink afterwards because it was still early. It's alright for him he does flexi-time. I had to crawl out of bed the next day after only 5 hours sleep and slightly more alcohol than I am used to on a school night. I had the Alexander Technique in my lunch hour and almost fell asleep on the couch!

Other than that we went to see the film 'The Perks of Being a Wallflower' on Monday. I loved it, go and see it, go and see it.
 If I would have been at home I would have bawled my eyes out but I restrained myself as I was out in public! Emma Watson does a very credible American accent.

This weekend is a lovely quiet one before we plunge into all the madness we have planned for next weekend. Another gig, (Bowling for Soup) with Nephew Number One, 'Frankenweenie' at the cinema and London for the 'Hollywood Costumes' exhibition at the V&A and a night at the theatre for our anniversary.

                                                            15 loving years!

I Love to Boogie.

But my back doesn't it would appear.

Friday night I went to see the T-Rex tribute band T.Rextasy. They have been described as the best T-Rex tribute band going and I would find it impossible to disagree, they were fantastic and I danced non-stop for 2 hours!
You know how you get those people who can dance for 2 hours in a tiny club with no air conditioning and look cool and immaculate at the end?
There was a girl like that on Friday night, Soo and I both spotted her. She was stunning beautiful with a sleek black bob and perfect cat's eye make-up.
We both commented upon it as we stood soaked with sweat, my once straightened hair a frizzbomb and my once neat little eyeliner flicks halfway down my face.
We agreed girls like her make you sick.

I have some pictures of the band on my new phone but as I don't know where the cable is I can't transfer them to the computer. Actually when it comes to picture taking I have been particularly useless this weekend, I forgot to take my camera and get a picture of my craft stall in all it's glory too.

Anyway Friday was an amazing night. We found a tiny little Italian restaurant which looked like nothing special from the outside but served the most delicious freshly made traditional food. I know I am meant to be watching what I eat, and pasta is not one of the things you should eat when you are watching your weight, but it was Friday, and I knew I would dance it off  afterwards!

As it was a Friday and it's University term time we were out on the pavement and heading back into the city centre by 10pm! The O2 Academy has various club nights which are clearly far more lucrative so they have no worries about pulling the plug on any band that dares to play beyond 10pm..
It was no bad thing actually as I had to be up early for *the* craft fair the next morning.

                                           all packed up and ready to go.......


Sadly it was a complete waste of time and I would have been better spent having a much needed lie-in.
There had been very little advertising as it turns out and even though the Arts Centre where it was held is slap bang in the middle of town they didn't even put out any boards or posters so there was absolutely no passing trade either!?!

Extremely frustrating!

We stallholders actually sat for vast periods of time with not a single soul in the hall other than each other and some poor vendors didn't sell a single thing.
I sold a handful of bits but sadly not enough to cover my stall fee. I had a few of people who 'oohed' and 'ahhed' but didn't buy, such is the way.
I did get one mad old lady who said in a slightly disgusted voice
'Are these the only flower brooches you have?'
me 'Yes they are a new thing I'm trying so at the moment they are all one offs'  
Her in an outraged tone 'But they aren't the kind I am looking for!'
me 'I see.....'

I am a bit fed up that I spent so many nights sitting up late sewing like a mad woman for no reason. I guess at least the Etsy shop is stuffed full to the gunnels so I won't need to make anything new for a while.

Anyway today I woke up with my back going mental. A combination of dancing like a loon and then sitting for 8 hours on a fold-up chair I think. I have been keeping carefully mobile today for fear of it seizing up completely.
Thankfully I have the Alexander Technique on Friday. Having said that I have another gig to go to on Wednesday night so that will probably kill or cure me as it is another band I won't be able to stand still for!

Right I'm off to bed. I'll leave you with my favourite T-Rex song done by T.Rextasy and a bit of trivia whilst you watch.
 Danielz the singer of T.Rextasy used to play in a band called 'Tarazara' I saw them play at The Penny Farthing pub in Oxford on my 17th birthday. They had a song called '17' and my friends got them to dedicate it to me on the night, but as a lady never divulges her age I won't tell exactly how many years ago that was!.

Boots, Birds and a Dragon.

It's been a funny old week as Arkwright might say (now there is a tv reference only those of a certain age might get!)

Work has gone in fits and starts it has rained and then rained in a biblical fashion and then rained some more.

I was actually going to do an outfit post this week!

Steady now I hear you say, but I was particularly pleased with my outfit on Wednesday. I was feeling very Autumnal and wearing what I call my harvest festival dress with my new, the search is finally over, blue cardigan. As I would never inflict my 7am self on my blog reading public I thought I would take a picture or two when I got home.
However the weather conspired against me, this was the day of the biblical downpour. Himself and I met at the station as his bus gets in about the same time as my train and we headed home, it's not a long walk home, only 15 minutes if you are me or less if you are him. It is amazing though, just how wet you can get in that time. Especially when some fucker in a car decides it's funny to swerve into the kerb send a tidal wave of water over you, up until that point I had managed to keep my handbag pretty much dry, it took 2 days for it to dry out afterwards. I just hope karma does the same to him one day, tosspot.

So not only was I soaked down to my very undergarments I had a sodden handbag and one boot full of water. That really was the final straw, my current favourite pair of boots ever, had started to let in water via the heel where I have worn them right down due to obsessive wearing *weeps*

I could have taken a picture but instead I decided on a shower and a warm set of dry clothes. One cup of tea later and calm was restored, even the sky agreed.

It rained again on Thursday and on Friday. Friday I was wearing my bought in Edinburgh, £12 in the sales long black boots and yes you have guessed it I came home with one very wet foot.This time the boot had come away from the sole at the front.

Can't bring myself to throw them out yet........

I did find a new pair of black boots in Sainsburys last week when they generously had a 25% off all clothing. I don't love them but they are kind of what I wanted and they will be perfect for work. Also at less than £50 for real leather I can't really grumble.

Thursday I left work early to go to the Doctor. I had finally given in to the nagging, gentle and otherwise, from those around me and gone to see the Doc about my knee. I had about 20 minutes to kill before I went in so I browsed two nearby charity shops and struck avian gold.

 A lovely blue bird print blouse and an even lovelier red bird print headscarf. I also got told off for only having a £20 note and not enough change in my purse to make up the right money, 75p instead of a pound coin, she wouldn't let me off the 25p mind and gave me my change in a huge amount of shrapnel instead.

Anyway I finally got to see the doctor after 40 minutes of people watching in the waiting room. Turns out my knee is mostly caused by my change of job. Having spent my previous working life constantly on the hoof with only short breaks when I sat down. I now sit on my ever expanding arse all day long and my knee is not happy about it, nor is it happy about the weight gain, neither is the doctor and neither am I.
Seeing it there on the scale in front of you is sobering to say the least, mind it's a good job I didn't go a month ago or it would have been half a stone even more sobering!

The doctor didn't hold back but she did it in a very positive way. She was very encouraging and I have come out of there with renewed resolve. I know I have been going on about losing weight for a while now but I never seem to be able to keep it up and always lapse back into bad habits.
It was funny when she was telling me what I should and shouldn't do, a shouldn't being running.
 'I wouldn't advise running with your knee problems, especially on pavements try to find some other means of exercise like swimming' she said. Clearly the doctor seemed to think I was the kind of person who enthusiastically pulled on trainers and galloped off down the street when I needed to lose a few pounds. 
 'Of course' says I suppressing the urge to roar with laughter at the very thought.
and there is the rub, here you have a woman who has a fit of the vapors at the very mention of the word exercise and usually lies down until it passes. I am an active person, I walk everywhere and I garden etc but I hate 'exercising'. Now however I need to do something it seems, I just need to do what the doctor says and find something that I enjoy or I will never keep it up. Hmmm.


Anyway other than that we had a phonecall from our neighbour.

'Quick go out into the back garden' he shouted 'you won't have seen anything like this before out there'
with all kinds of images rushing through my head I did as he suggested and he was quite right, I had never seen anything quite like it before!

                                      A freaking HUGE air balloon with a dragon on it!

 I don't know if he had rung the whole street in his excitement or if word had just spread anyway but when we went out front the street was full of people gawping in wonder.

On the subject of the garden I have persuaded Himself to order a 'Hogitat' for our little spikey visitors to overwinter in, it comes next week and I am very excited. Our baby hedgehog has grown quite big as you can see.

He/she is becoming a bit of a diva actually. Doesn't like the solid style cat food or the one in gravy, oh no, it has to be in jelly only, or it gets left uneaten in disgust! (thankfully he/she doesn't mind the Tesco value stuff) Feeding time is very precise and sometimes if I am a bit late getting out there he/she is waiting impatiently. Anyway the reason for the hedgepig house comes from when I went out on Monday evening with the food and there were two hedgehogs trundling around and one of them was very tiny, worryingly small for this time of year really. We had some late babies out and about last year and one of them froze to death so I am determined to give them a toasty warm home to hibernate in this year.  

Right I'm off to clean the bathroom, it's glamour a gogo in this house you know.

Charmed I'm Sure.

It's been a while since I last blogged I've had that combination of being too damn busy and feeling like I had nothing to blog about.

Also I have finally found out that I do indeed have a table at a craft fair on the 13th October so I'm sewing like a woman possessed every evening to get enough stock together for my stall!
Sunday was perfect for that as it poured with rain all day which meant I felt justified to catch up on all my I-Player viewing (Bletchley Circle, Parade's End and The Wartime Farm) whilst stitching away.

Anyway I still don't really have anything to blog about, work's been slow, I've had a crick in my neck all week, I've had a fab night out with the girls drinking cocktails and talking new jobs and wedding plans before feeding our faces on lovely Italian food, and I've finally booked a doctor's appointment to get my knee looked at.
I forgot to add these pictures to my previous post. I was very good with my pennies in Bournemouth but I did buy these few things.
Some lovely stained glass birdies, I was actually at the till waiting to pay when I spotted this in the basket of the lady in front of me, no I didn't nick it! but I did ask her where she got it and then run back and get myself one. I love it.

These mad cats eyes were 50p each = result!

A lovely green gypsy top from a charity shop for £3 and a pair of Acorn and Will earrings from a craft shop.

 
I loved the earrings so much I went to their website and ended up treating myself to these

Anyway on to the title of this post!

Last week Liz at Shortbread and Ginger did a post about her charm bracelet here and as it happens I had come across my charm bracelet recently and the post reminded me of that fact. I have decided to follow Liz's lead and post about my bracelet.

 I got mine for my 7th birthday from my Mum and Dad with 7 charms on it. Every year after that my parents and or my Nan bought me a charm for either my birthday or Christmas until it was full.

The crab was for cancer my birth sign, the teapot needs no explaining! The little Mexican was found in the street by my mother long before I got my charm bracelet, for years she kept saying he should be added to it but every time it was ready to go in and get more charms added he always seemed to mysteriously disappear. Finally after about 20 years he was caught forever between a crab and a flower fairy!

A beer tankard and a beer pump for my love of real ale. The gypsy caravan was from a childhood love of them triggered by the book 'Charlie' by Joan G Robinson and the t.v series 'Kizzy'.

 An elephant, well what a surprise! The globe was from my brother when I was off backpacking. The penny goes in and out of the piggy's back, much like my finances in my bank account!

The cat was for good luck and the owl was when I passed my exams and the egg that opens to show a chick because my Mum loved it and knew I would too.

A boot because I LOVE boots and shoes.The bear was the first charm my Nan bought me and I have a lasting reminder of him from the time I fell out of the back door and put my hand out to save myself and his little legs and arms went straight into my palm as I landed, ouch!

Piglet because he was my favourite from Winnie the Pooh, which was my Dad's favourite book as a child. I love the little mouse and the penny farthing too.

The wishing well was one of the original 7 charms, another charm for good luck. The cat climbs in and out of the rubbish bin and is one of 4 cats on my bracelet.

 

Finally a bunny and a little kitten in a basket which my Mum bought me to represent my little real life cat Benjie (called Benjamin before we found out he was a she!) She was the runt of the litter and never grew any bigger than kitten sized. When we first got her she was so tiny she fitted in the palm of your hand which was why we couldn't tell which sex she was at first. For the first few weeks my Mum used to keep her in the pocket of her apron all day to keep her warm and I used to put her in a tiny wicker basket and carry her round the house.

Basically she chose me, I think she knew a soft touch when she saw it!

I was at my friend's house standing in the kitchen drinking a cup of tea before having a look at her cat's new kittens before they were re-homed. As I stood there this little thing stumbled across the kitchen floor and clawed it's way up my trouser leg, up my side, nestled into the crook of my arm and went to sleep.
As you can imagine she had won my over from the moment she first started to clamber up my jeans!

I rang my Mum and told her she would have to come and collect me because I had a kitten asleep in my arms and I wasn't going to put it down. I think what swung it with her was the fact my friend's Dad was going to drown in a bucket any kittens that were still left when he got home (he really was not a very nice man) My friend was frantically trying to find them all homes and Benjie was left unwanted.
My Mum arrived with the cat basket thinking Benjie was going to be a normal sized kitten, instead she was presented with this teeny tiny wizened monkeyfaced black scrap!
We booked a vet's appointment that same evening and found out he was she and that the wizened face was due to conjunctivitis.Sure enough after only 2 days her eyes cleared and opened properly and her little face became furry and cat like. He also said she was so tiny she would either die in the first few weeks or live to a great age. Luckily for us she did the second and she ruled our house like a tiny benevolent dictator for 17 years!
Everyone who met her loved her, even Himself who does not do cats was soon under her spell.

Anyway I digress this wasn't meant to become a cats tale! Does anyone else have a charm bracelet? I'd love to see it if so and hear the stories behind your charms.

Sun, Sand and Steam Trains.

I am back from my annual holiday in Bournemouth and it was BLISS.

 The weather was gorgeous, I ate my bodyweight in chips, I sampled a new ice cream flavour and went on a steam train for the first time in my life.
Thursday we just mooched and did the shops and ate dinner at the Harvester on the beach, it has great views so is always rampacked full of people. I am glad to report Himself did not find a beach chair to bring home with us when we left it this time!
 
Friday we were hoping to catch a boat from the pier in Bournemouth to Swanage to go on the steam train but it doesn't sail on Fridays so we caught the bus instead. As it turns out the bus goes on a ferry over Poole harbour, which was a pretty novel experience seeing as it was a double decker!
The views were fantastic from the top deck though. 

We arrived bought our train tickets and a bottle of pop (Himself) nipped to the toilet (Me, the excitement was getting to me clearly!) and jumped on the train to Corfe Castle. Going out we travelled in the standard class section.

Travelling back we managed to nab a seat in the first class car.

I was just itching for Poirot to appear! Isn't it lovely? I have about 5000 pictures but I will restrain myself from posting them all.

 I have been to Corfe Castle before but many years ago now, it's a very beautiful little village so we decided to wander around rather than pay £8.50 to look at the ruins.
I got very excited because there is a Enid Blyton shop, which as it turns out was tiny and had an alarmingly large amount of merchandise with gollys on it for such a small establishment. I bought a Famous Five badge.

 We ambled about and couldn't resist the children's playpark as it had proper old school play equipment. We were having a great time until the sky did this

So instead of getting wet we decided to do this

until it was time to catch the train back to Swanage.

I was in absolute heaven at the period detail at all the stations along the line. I would have quite happily have taken all the cases home with me!

                                                        First class view darling!

Back in Swanage we had an hour or so to amble around until it was time to catch the bus back. I had to resist the siren call of the charity shops because Himself was with me and he is allergic to them, but we did do a couple of 'souvenir' (ie; tat shops) the best where Himself got told of for mocking the display of resin meercats!

Back in Bournemouth we chilled at the beach with a cheeky bottle of wine and a huge bag of marshmallows.

                        At this point I had given up trying to sort the hair out, too damn windy.

Like we hadn't had enough excitement for the day we decided to walk to Boscombe and back.

Another fortifying drink watching the sun set over Bournemouth and chips from Harry Ramsden's and I was feeling no pain.

Saturday dawned hot, hot. HOT. I went to meet my friend Alison for our annual get together. This time we went to Boscombe and walked until the heat got the better of us. After a refreshing cold drink in a lovely little cliff top cafe (where somehow we both resisted the amazing looking cakes ) She drove us to Southbourne. It's another little seaside town with just one high street full of interesting little shops. We ate lunch in the Ludo Lounge and I am ashamed to say that even though I was 'oohing and ahhing ' over the decor we were so busy yapping I forgot to take any pictures!?!
I borrowed this one off the internets.

I desperately wanted to take home the luscious deco leather armchair at our table, I had to settle for stroking it lovingly instead. The walls are decorated with loads of mirros and glass light shades from various eras and we had a happy time chosing which ones we would steal if we could.

The food was lovely too by the way.

We then had a gentle stroll up and down the high street diving into every charity shop and any where else that took our fancy. I bought a cute green blouse for £3 and some Acorn and Will earrings. I fell in love with a pair of earrings in a craft shop that were little Fab lollys but they were a heartstopping price so I put them back!
Nearly bought Vix an awesome lurex catsuit but on closer inspection it was pretty battered with a lot of pulls so I put it back too.
After Alison dropped me back at the hotel it was time for a quick change and then we walked to Westbourne to meet a friend of Himself's and her husband in The Hogshead. They not only had Newcastle Brown but it was less that £3.50 a bottle so it would have been rude not too.
We had a lovely night, I think we finally got in at 1am, not good when you have to be up for breakfast at 8am!

Sunday we checked out of the hotel and walked to the East Overcliff as I wanted to see the memorial to FLT Jon Eggings, the Red Arrows pilot who lost his life bravely steering his crippled plane away from houses and people.
It is beautiful, like a stained glass window in sculptural form. It looks different from all sides.

We then went and sat in the park where I people watched to my hearts content until it was time to get the train home, and now I am back at work ....bah.

  


 

An Elephant, A Dodo and a KIte.

Well it's been a while but whilst I have had things to blog about I haven't seemed to have had the urge.
 Been feeling a bit meh really, you know when you feel like you are coming down with something and then nothing happens? So you almost wish you would get sick to get it over with? That.
 In fact just to show you how 'meh' I have been feeling I went into town and couldn't even muster the energy to browse the charity shops!?!

I did sign up for a sewing machine class in November though, it's about time my new machine saw some action!

My before holiday diet crashed and burned last week when I went out for dinner with friends, I did resist having a starter but when one of the specials turned out to be baked lime cheesecake that was my feeble willpower out the window!
 I had just scarfed a huge plate of one of the best lasagnes I have eaten in years before it too.....ah well it was bloody delicious.

I went out the next night to meet friends at The Star pub in Oxford. I was slightly worried I wouldn't find it as it's been a few years since I was last there, and on all of those occasions my visit was either  in the middle or at the end of a very messy pub crawl!
I was only slightly late having been distracted by a sale in Aspire (one the most lovely shops in Oxford!), then a new charity shop that had a vintage section and then I overshoot by one street which meant I had to doubleback.

The two best things about The Star?

They serve Newcastle Brown and the door of one of the cubicles in the ladies has a cat flap in it!  I kid you not.

I had a bloody brilliant evening and stayed out much later than I intended so Himself was already in bed when I got home *cough*.

Other than that I have attacked the garden getting it ready for winter and made a half arsed attempt to tidy my clothes which are forming more and more piles on the spare bedroom floor instead of going in the cupboards or drawers they belong in. It's those 'hoarder next door' tendencies in me coming out again!

I have been browsing Ebay and I bought a couple of things. One an absolute dud, I can't believe a veteran like me fell for the old  'it has a couple of small pulls at the front which are not at all noticeable when the dress is worn' line. Of course the dress arrived looking like it had been dragged through a thorn bush and then clawed by a lion just for good measure once it was out on the other side!

However I did find the 'Elephant Lamp of Wonder' as I came to refer to it when I kept texting Himself to see if it had arrived yet! I even persuaded the engineers at work to PAT test him for me when he arrived as he is an antique lampstand that has been 'adapted to modern wiring'

FINALLY the day came when the box arrived. I was just too excited when I unpacked him, smelling all delicious of beeswax polish to find...... he has no plug.

Bollocks.

Himself went out to Robert Dyas to purchase a plug and that's as far as it got. For a week now the Elephant Lamp of Wonder has sat with a plug, some pliers and some wire strippers next to him on the table. Ho hum.

Anyway! Behold!

Isn't he beautiful?

I also finally recieved my limited edition Polly figure from 'Pirates in an Adventure with Scientists' (when oh when is that coming out on DVD??) I only ordered it in June!

                                               She's not fat she's just big boned!

And for my last 'finally' of the week.
Today it was finally sunny and windy enough to try out the mini kite I bought Himself in Hampstead.

Here I have taken a leaf out of the lovely Vix's book and am wearing nightwear as day wear.

My top started it's life as a strawberry print nightie, as you can see on someone of my height it would have been a seriously indecent nightie!?! but as I loved the print and it was very cheap I bought it and wear it as a swing top instead.

We finally figured out how to get the kite to fly much to the disappointment of a couple of dogs who had been eyeing it up as it fluttered along the ground, hard luck poochies.