First a little sceneiro that made me laugh yesterday.
My wonderful friend Justine and her nearly 2 year old son, Joshua, came for a visit. We were standing in the kitchen and I was filling up the kettle for the first of our many cups of tea. I had my back to them and a little voice piped up and asked his Mummy,
"Hoo dat?"
"Chris Martin"
"Hoo dat?"
"Chris Martin"
"Hoo dat?"
"Chris Martin"
"Hoo dat?"
"Chris Martin!"
"Hoo dat?"
..yes, you've got it, she said Chris Martin! Joshua was pointing to the pictures on our fridge and all I could hear was Chris Martin. Well I suppose I do have 5 pictures of him but it easily could have been a flower! It just sounded so funny and as he continued to point I grabbed my camera. Yes, it should have been flower because the house is awash with them at the moment. From the moment you approach our house
you have to negotiate buckets of blooms on the steps, plus an over-grown hedge. My habit of using buckets, chimney pots and tin baths in the garden has made my mother often say it looks like Steptoe's back yard. Well, she has a point I suppose. I tell the children at school that I have flowers on pratically everything from our front doormat (which isn't looking quite so bright now) walls, plates, cushions, dish cloths, glasses, to my bedlinen. Mmm pillowcases.
I bought these pillowcases, and a few more besides, from dear Amy of Four Sisters in a Cottage. I wonder why they don't make them like this anymore? She is such a sweet lady and her shop hosts a fabulous collection of vintage goodies. She updates it when she can and I always marvel at how much she has, and regret that I don't live in Iowa, mmm.. perhaps that is a good thing! I just can't resist vintage bedlinen, especially pillowcases and now have a little storage problem.
And there's a few more, but don't tell the family. My little problem started in 1982 and it's all Laura Ashleys fault. After growing up in a hotel and only having white hotel linen I've gone on to be passionate about how I dress our beds, even when I was choosing cot bedding 18 years ago. Not even my wardrobe gets as much thought. But hey, no flowers for Tom; no, Tom has stripes or gingham - I think he'd want me to point that out!
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Life has been a bit damanding recently and I'm still struggling with my bad head. That migraine, which keeps returning, is now into it's 14th day, and I can't quite get rid of it and it's wearing me down. Writing my blog is a joy to me, the connections I've made with like-minded woman have been so rewarding and enriching, it's great to think that I'm not alone in liking what I do and that there are many like me whose heart would leap at the sight of a box saying 'everything 50p'. But I've been struggling to reply to all of your comments, and this is stressing me as there are just not enough hours in the day, especially a day when I'm at school. I feel really bad about this as I think that it is only right that I should acknowledge your comment and thank you, as I so enjoy hearing from you. But it's with regret that I've decided that I will only reply to your comments if time will allow. I can and, I will, always reply to an email. Thank you, I hope you understand.
