I'm typing this through some pretty mean tiredness and some minor tears. Today was the babe's birthday party, and it turns out that hosting a birthday party for a one year old and his pals is incredibly exhausting, even if you're not doing much more than sitting around eating cake. His birthday isn't until Thursday, but being the supreme masters of organization that we are, we managed to arrange his party for Easter Sunday, without realising until alarmingly late in the day just what we had done. Still, not even the weather could ruin this boy's picnic, (aside from forcing it indoors), and it was a really lovely afternoon. I can't believe that exactly a year ago I was experiencing the early stages of labour and wondering just what was around the corner. Turns out it was the greatest thing that would ever happen to me.
Anyway, enough with the emotion. What about the clothes? This week was all about the denim, as I celebrated some pretty ace 1970's items in the shop. I rhapsodised about a particularly great denim jacket which, along with some awesome dungarees, are available to buy in the shop.
The sun shone down every day this week, except for the day we needed it to (thanks weather), but we certainly made the most of it, whether we were working in the caravan, or taking a trip over to visit family at Breaky Bottom Vineyard.
The 1970's vibes in my shop got into my head and my wardrobe. I rocked some pretty groovy flares. A lot of people stared.
We finally got around to hanging this 19th century wallpaper, which my partner found at Spitalfields a couple of years ago, and I couldn't think of anything better to do than dress up in a 1970's floaty dress and pose, because when the dishes are piled high, and the laundry basket is overflowing, and the carpet hasn't seen a hoover in months, what else is there to do?
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Happy Easter everyone!