Well folks I have been ill. Not badly ill, but with enough sniffle to make me not want to sit at a lap top. Enough of the mopes to make taking pictures not especially appealing. And then I got hit by the beginning of the year urge to clean. (Not something that happens very often around here G will tell you!) Also after having lived here for nearly two years I now think I might finally know how I want the furniture, so there will be a rather large rearrangement of the house coming. (I think I heard G shudder at that thought!)
I have been donating and chucking with aplomb, clearing out wardrobes and cupboards and actually flipping a duster round!I came to the conclusion that if I did again ever fit into clothes I owned at eighteen chances are it may not be in the best of taste to wear them. After all what does a nearly thirty year old need with a sparkly slashed to the navel halter neck? Not a great deal of call for those down the pub on a Friday night. I held one small triangle of lycra up and G wanted to know why I was keeping a burnt orange headscarf. Somehow the idea that it might be a top never occurred to him. So my youth has been consigned to bin bags, although I have kept a couple of choice items that held simply too much sentimental value for me to get rid of.
So, I did have to do a little buying of things to cheer myself up.
(Excuse the lighting and the general bad quality. Not getting home till after dark doesn't really mesh well with the lighting of photos.)
I finally own a teapot! And I did rather feel that I needed the little milk jug and sugar bowl. They called out to me, asking for me to love them and so I have. I feel if I am getting rid of teenage sparkly tops then I need a grown-up thing to replace them with. So, I shall be taking tea in style from now on!