This was my first week of managing a new job, my shop, and a one year old, and it hasn't really gone to plan, ending as it did with a stay in hospital for the boy. But the week as a whole felt like a bit of a failure. I just couldn't quite get it together, or get organised, or really get anything done. In my old life I was obsessed with making lists, and lists of lists, and ordering lists so I knew exactly what needed to be done and in what order. I think I need to bring that part of my old life into the new.
The boy spent his first overnight at his Grandma's. I don't know if I was more worried about him missing me horribly, or not missing me at all. As it was, he had a great time but was happy to be home. I think I can live with that. We were too tired to head out for 'date night' (I cringed writing that phrase), so we headed out for breakfast the next morning. Check out those eye bags, people! This kimono isn't actually vintage, I think its from Asos ages ago, but I love it. But then I do love me a bird motif. I gave myself an evening off and headed out for a glass of prosecco and a good natter with a friend, and managed to turn up with the kimono on inside-out. Now I'm pretty sure it wasn't like that the whole day, but I can't be certain. I suddenly feel like such a mum.
My partner found this amazing fabric in a local antiques shop. It's Bogolan, or mud cloth, from Mali, which is narrow strips of woven fabric stitched together and painted with natural dyes (including river mud, hence the name). It's so beautifully made. I wish we had enough to cover our whole sofa.
The sun came out on Friday, so we headed out to soak up some rays and enjoy a cup of tea. I'm so bloody English sometimes. And then ... everything went really really wrong, and Arthur ended up in hospital. He's fine now, although he probably has asthma. But it was terrifying to see my little boy, who had seemed so big as I struggled to carry him earlier in the day, with tubes and wires everywhere, struggling to breathe. He looked so small, like a baby again instead of a little boy. I'm lucky to have an amazing children's hospital right on my doorstep - the staff responded so quickly and were really good with Arthur. I don't want to go on a huge rant about politics, because I'm not sure this is the place, but the NHS is a truly wonderful thing, and we're letting it slip away without so much as a murmur of dissent. The Guardian published a brilliantly written article this week about life before the NHS, which I urge you all to read. It illustrates, better than I ever could, what we risk by not realising what we have in the NHS and where we'd be without it.
Finally, I wrote a post about how vintage clothes are perfect for summer weddings, handily illustrated with many pieces that are for sale right now in my shop, coincidence or what? I think this playsuit is my pick of the pieces, age 0-6 months, £12. Please buy it, so I don't have another baby just as an excuse to use it. I jest, I jest.
Next week will be full or joy, or maybe just lists. But it will be better.