Look, it's me.
I've moved house, and have braved my first photo session in my new garden.
The neighbours will soon get used to the curious sight of me flouncing about and posing in ridiculous frocks...
1970s Betty Barclay dress - Mooch vintage shop
Vintage Bally boots and 1960s pendant - my shop
So what can I tell you about life at the moment?
The period leading up to the move was difficult. I am not usually much of a crier, and have been known to despise those who weep at the drop of a hat (their hat, anyone's hat). But good lord, I have cried more than I thought was humanly possible in the last 6 months or so. There were points when emotional distress manifested itself so physically, I was simply floored by it.
When I cleared out the Cupboard of Doom, that repository of a lifetime's clutter and so many memories, I had to keep stopping to sob and try and catch my breath. The jacket, full price and extravagant at the time, to which I treated myself after a relationship break-up; the Chinese parasol I had up in my room all through my university years and beyond, yellowed with cigarette smoke and a little ragged around the edges; the rug made by my dad as therapy when he recovered from a bout of rheumatic fever in his youth; the dress I bought when I visited my dearest friend Deborah in America 20 years ago.
Three tiny sleepsuits, the first items worn by Claudia, Owen and Nina when they were born.
The Sex Shoes.
Oh don't ask...
Dismantling a life; it's really fucking hard.
I packed it all away, and moved.
And now I am in the process of remaking.
I know things are only things... But they hold associations and memories, and I like to have them around me, displayed and cherished.
Your comments on my last post also triggered many tears. You can't know how much your kindness, concern and encouragement meant to me, thank you very, very much.
The support of my friends has been both overwhelming and essential during this time of great change.
So I am settling into a new rhythm. And finding I like it.
The house is lovely, I feel comfortable, and the kids like it too.
I'm hoping that I'll get myself back into a blogging routine again, now that the sturm und drang of the last few months have abated. I've missed it, missed all of you.
And thanks again for your patience and support. You're fab!