If red is the colour of energy, good fortune and happiness, then shades of blue and green must represent calm and relaxation.
Which is what I need this week.
Bring on the maxi skirts!
1970s maxi skirt and beret - flea market
Cardigan, top, scarf and bangles - charity shopped
Boots - retail (sale)
1970s Canadian-made wool maxi skirt - gift from Shelley
Jacket, scarf, beret, tights and bangles - charity shopped
1960s tapestry bag - vintage shop in Birmingham (on a bloggers' day out)
I've been feeling really tired this week; I always have a slight dip after a big event of some kind. I recognise the cycle and allow it to be, making sure I get in a couple of early nights.
I gave my apologies to the teacher in whose class I usually volunteer, and headed home. I just intended to bake a birthday cake for Simon (the man of the house) and had no other plans.
How serendipitous that I was home; I got a call out of the blue from a very old and dear friend who was in Sheffield today. She now lives in France, and I haven't seen her for ages, so it was brilliant to catch up.
J and I were at university together, 1982-5. We talked kids, grandkids, France, cats, friends, memories, vintage, charity shopping, flea markets, vide greniers, and an afternoon just wasn't long enough.
Don't worry, the cake got made too. Coffee and walnut.
I'd show you, but we ate it all.
This evening, we went out for a celebratory Chinese meal.
Our walk to the restaurant...
...through the urban jungle.
Eldest bought these for Simon;
just what a middle-aged man wants for his birthday.
We may have sniggered. A lot.
So; our bellies are now ridiculously full, and Vix has predicted we will all be in bed by 9 o'clock.
She's probably right. She has witchy powers.