I knew there was a reason I kept a hold of this fantastic 1980's dusky-pink jumpsuit. My partner found it and lot's of other amazing vintage clothes when he was on one of his antique-hunts, moldering away in an old bin bag. Well my friends, that manky old bin bag was a veritable treasure trove of vintage delights. Inside I found my 1930's patterned dress, a few amazing skirts, a threadbare granny cardigan just on the right side of wearable, and ... this jumpsuit. I laughed when I pulled it out the bag. I tried it on and my husband snapped a few pics of me pulling some serious vogue-ish poses in front of our grandfather clock. I promised to sell it, I'd never wear it and I was sure someone somewhere would love it. You can't see it, but it has harem-style trousers. Yes, that's right - elasticated ankles. Oh yeah.
But sell it I could not, I just couldn't bring myself to part with it, so in the wardrobe it remained until my friend threw a very lovely birthday party for her husband and, yep, it became this clown costume. Mucho thanks to my husband for his excellent millinery and crafting skills. I even managed to walk to the party through my little town and only got laughed at when I was almost at my destination (by a little kid and her Granddad), which proves that either my town is especially used to seeing people wander about in fancy dress (true), or I am an especially unfunny clown.
This was the week in which I experience my first proper bout of Mother's guilt. It was like a blow to the chest. I worked quite a lot this week, so my husband did the majority of the childcare. I kept seeing pictures of my happy child, devouring an enormous plate of smoked salmon, climbing in and out of packing boxes at my in-laws, and yet every time I went near him he became a clingy sobbing mess. It felt like a punishment. I felt so guilty, and I still do. I don't know if its real, or if I'm just feeling a bit down on myself anyway for taking a job, and his teething/ragey days just happened to fall on the days I wasn't working.
Thank goodness for baby-wearing! I'm not quite sure how I would have got anything done this week without my many wraps (I have a problem). Oh, and snails crawling up the window in the endless rain (crawling? sliding?) - which kept him occupied for ages.
So this was a week in which I reminisced about Paris. Ah Paris, how I miss you so. I shared my holiday wardrobe with you all....
I gave you a sneaky peak at our super stylish studio...
Hopefully next week will be the week in which I get to sleep, a lot. Hope you've had a lovely weekend blog readers!