Any of you who have followed my blog for a while will know that I am far from a domestic goddess.
I cook pretty well, feed the family perfectly respectable meals, and deal with the
mountain of washing and ironing generated by a household of five in reasonably efficient form.
But cleaning... No, I am not good at cleaning.
Housework is a pointless, thankless chore which I avoid as much as possible, until the cat hair and crumb levels threaten to overwhelm us, and the appearance of unscheduled visitors has me hanging my head in shame and refusing to answer the front door.
And I don't remember where I put things. I am not good at that kind of efficient household organisation either, we constantly seem to swim along at the outer edges of a chaotic whirlpool of randomness.
Unnecessary vintage glamour - that is something I am good at.
I had a mini tidy up today (yes, visitors were scheduled) and this seemed as good an outfit as any.
1970s angel sleeve maxi dress - Ebay (£1)
Sequin top - jumble sale (25p)
Sunglasses, gold leather belt and shoes - charity shopped (50p, £1 and £5 respectively)
1950s carpet bag - flea market (£15 - blew the budget...)
Frida pendant - handmade gift from darling Tamera (we are all sending love to Miss KaeKae)
A pretty cheap outfit then (apart from the bag).
Ridiculously inappropriate for shopping at Lidl and then hoovering, but never mind.
During my mammoth clothes-putting-away session, I found myself left with these;
22, yes, 22 odd socks. All kids'. A range of sizes. All in want of a partner.
How does this happen? Where are the other 22 socks? I know I am untidy and inefficient and domestically challenged, but seriously - where could they be?
Anyone know? If you do, you must be a genius, it's a total mystery to me.
I had to go into the garden and take some photos to soothe my puzzled and irritated mood.
Something else which will improve my mood immensely is another blogger meet up.
I know, two in five days - hurray!
Anyone in Walsall tomorrow - look out for this posse of poncho honchos!
I am looking forward to it so much, I fear I may explode with excitement.
What will you be doing tomorrow? Whatever it is, we will raise a glass to you in Wetherspoons, I'm sure!