I am not usually the type to squeal. I have always been unaffected by horror films (although I avoid the nastier modern ones). I’ve never screamed at a pop star, even when I was of an age where it wouldn’t … Continue reading
prims & patterns
I seemed to spend much of yesterday in something of a fug. I can’t remember most of them, but I know I had some really intense dreams the previous night. The last of which woke me up well before 5 am. … Continue reading
thrift of the day
I haven’t been thrifting for quite a while. Having had something of an expensive Christmas, I’ve been keeping my pennies to myself and staying away from the shops. Even those of the charity variety. But yesterday I cracked. Having gone … Continue reading
the beauty of stains
I’m not really a fan of stains. I have quite a few to contend with in my life. There are the burgundy-hued ones that mysteriously appear on the sofa or cushions when my partner has been drinking wine. There are the ones … Continue reading
a sh*tty morning
Excuse my language, but there’s not really any more fitting way of putting it. Yesterday, I literally had a shitty morning. The downstairs toilet leaked the contents of it’s macerator – everywhere. After popping out for some heavy duty rubber gloves, … Continue reading
with knobs on
Having prettified my wardrobe, I find myself in need of a knob for the newly florabunda-ed wardrobe door. The existing one is a bit… well… pseudo French chateau for my liking. I never was particularly in love with it, and … Continue reading