As complicated as life can be at times, I find that there is pleasure to be had in small, simple things.
The past weekend was testament to that.
1970s print frock + cardigan + boots.
A Friday night out with the girls - delicious home-cooked food, wonderful company, plenty of booze and even more laughs. Photo-free, undocumented, delightful.
Saturday: a Big Lie-In, followed by a visit to a cafe with Nina.
One-to-one time, and chocolate Malteser cake - perfect.
Walking home as the light faded, we watched a heron fly along the course of the river, its silhouette like Concord.
1970s DL Barron dress (part of a set), cardigan, bangles, necklace and flower - charity shopped
An evening chilling on the sofa accompanied by my girls, cats, trashy TV, and a takeaway - bliss.
1970s wool coat, sweater, belt, beret and bangles - charity shopped
1970s dress - vintage shop
Carpet bag - gift
Sunday - pootling with the cats.
Jess - our very own Narcissus.
Charlie - looking angelic, but stalking Jess. At his peril.
Time to read.
And today, a little gift from my blogging friend Mrs B...
another Tufty hanky, 47 years after I was given the last one. How lovely is that?
See? Small, simple things.