I'm not quite sure where the last week has gone...
Final week of the school holidays, and it flew by in a whirl of buying new uniform (Eldest), checking old uniform still fits (Seldom Seen and Littlest), plimsoll hunting, haircuts, and making the most of the remaining opportunities for lie-ins.
Getting up tomorrow will be a killer.
But I will force myself to be cheery, wave Eldest off at some ungodly hour (7.30am, poor bugger), then whisk the other two up to school, before meeting my friend Jo for a coffee and maybe a wee wander around a few charity shops.
Well, we haven't done it for weeks - we're owed!
This dress... oh it does annoy me.
It's only a cheap thin cotton shirt dress, cost next to nothing in a Matalan sale years ago, and I don't wear it often.
It creases like mad, which I can cope with, but it also does this...
...attracts every last bit of lint, fluff, cat hair, and hangs on to said detritus for grim death, making a mockery of the time I spent applying a lint roller. There's two minutes of my life wasted which I'll never get back again.
Just look at the bloody state of it!
I'm flashing my petticoat in the hope that from a distance, no one notices the alarmingly poor standards of grooming.
Charlie's photobombing again.
There's something about black and pink together that reminds me of the 1980s and a surfeit of saccharine Pierrots.
Admit it - I know some of you must have had a Pierrot duvet cover back in the day!
Sorry, I couldn't summon up a single tear for the occasion, although the expression is suitable mopey.
Look who's been making himself at home in our garden, not to mention our house.
This is Caspar, the new cat from next door.
He's as cute as a button, and he and Charlie seem to have teamed up to scoot about the garden, pouncing and chasing, in reasonably friendly fashion.
You can't see the colour of the nail varnish on my toes very well, but it's a rather lovely metallic lilac.
Eldest brought it back from London for me.
Mind you, I gave her the spending money...
But it's the thought that counts.
Dress and sandals - retail
1950s petticoat - vintage fair
Cardigan, vest top, bangles and pearl necklace - charity shopped
Brooch - car boot
1960s vinyl/tapestry bag - gift from my grown-up-not-given-up friend Vix
Skull necklace - handmade by my colourful and creative pal Krista
Hair flower - gift from my gingham-clad darling Sarah
Wish me luck for tomorrow - both for getting up on time, and for the chazzas!
Oh, and I really appreciated all your thoughtful comments on my last post.
Thank you. As always, comments and conversations are what blogging is all about for me; without them, I'm just talking to myself.