So far, I'm liking this week, despite the madly unpredictable weather, sewing conundrums, a dodgy haircut, and a cat who chose to be sick on the kitchen work surface.
But I am rising above such tribulations, because these have arrived;
and I am just as excited as can be.
I am practicing my interpretive dance as we speak, inspired by Pamela Stephenson and Noel Fielding, and of course, La Bush herself.
In other news, look what Goody sent all the way from Omaha, Nebraska.
And Dr Pepper sweets for the kids. She wasn't convinced they'd go down well, but they did.
Owen's just hamming it up for the camera, honest.
Look at his hair; it needed a cut, but he'd been growing it so his pesky double crown didn't create a sticky-up tuft. Off we went to the barber's, where I asked him to keep the length, but thin it out, and tidy it up a bit.
Any passing resemblance to Paul Weller, circa 1979, is entirely accidental.
Or indeed Paul Weller, 2014.
Oh well, I'll just get the boy a suit and he can embrace his inner Mod.
I've got a refashioning dilemma; perhaps you can help?
I needed to take in the bodice of this gorgeous 1960-70s maxi dress, and decided I would do it properly and remove the sleeves first. Then I thought I would shorten them. Then I wondered about leaving the dress sleeveless.
What do you think? Sleeve (elbow length? shorter?) or no sleeve?
Love these shoes!
Desigual t-shirt, 1970s platforms, belt, necklace and bangles - charity shopped
Patchwork maxi skirt - gift from Emma Kate
The tote bag was a handmade gift from my friend Sue's delightful teenage daughter.
She was keen to start sewing, so I guided her through making a skirt from a vintage pattern, and then showed her how to make a reversible tote bag. I know - the notion that I can teach anyone about sewing is a bit of a joke, but skill is relative, isn't it? She used some of my vintage fabric to make a bag for herself, but then made this one for me with fabric from her mum's stash.
Isn't that lovely? She's done a great job too.
Charlie is quite le chat sportif.
Anyone for Swingball or scootering?
Wills was watching from a safe height; her expression of infinite disdain speaks volumes.
Look at this wonderful mural, on an end terrace house just near our corner shop.
I think it's beautiful.
Oh stop sniggering at the back.
I'm going to see Kate Bush!