Two green dresses

Since both the post-Christmas finances and my secondhand shopping mojo have gone astray this month, I am relying on 

some Old Faithfuls of the Wardrobe to see me through January.

I suppose it's possible that the softer green of the tie-front cardigan would have blended well with the muted, sludgy shades of the 1950s print dress on the left; and the bright green cardigan would have picked out the same shade in the Deco-esque print of the 1970s maxi.

But that's too obvious, right? And I would have felt too subdued in the first version, and overly neon in the second. 

So I wore my greens like this.

And that's the way (uh huh, uh huh) I like it.

1950s dress - gift from Goan beach babe Vix

Cardigan, earrings, bangles and tights - charity shopped

Boots - community fair

Necklace - gift from op shop queen Leisa

There's that peacock feather bangle again. I've worn it so much, the paint is coming off. Thank you, Tania of the Disappearing Blog (and come back soon please!)

I have had a Big Tidy Up. 

It took all day.

And I only did one room, that's how bad it was.

But it looks better, and I have numerous books, games, puzzles and other toys the kids have outgrown to either donate to charity shops, or keep for our next school jumble sale. I should really do the latter, but it isn't till March, and I want that stuff out now that I've gone to the trouble of sorting it.

I figure that if a room takes a day, and assuming (which is foolhardy) that I don't lose my motivation, we could be shipshape by the end of the month.

That's the plan...

1970s DL Barron maxi dress and mohair tie-front cardigan - flea market

Sequin beret, boots, necklace and bangles - charity shopped

Flower - gift from my darling Sarah

Why is it that I find housework so difficult?

I know it's pointless and dull, but I do feel so much happier when the house is in a reasonable state, and I'm not ashamed of it (and myself.)

Actually, during the years when I lived alone, I was pretty organised and tidy. So it's clearly Simon and the kids' fault.

There, that's solved the mystery. An aversion to housework brought on by Other People's Mess. 

(...untill?) 

I may like a 50s frock, but that's where my affinity with a 1950s housewife begins and ends, I'm afraid.

One of my friends dusts and polishes her house every week. Every week. Is this normal?

 

Which are you, a Dusting Divinity or a Slovenly Slackarse? Be honest, now!

xxxx