It was another week of desperately running in circles, trying to catch a breath, and yet now I am at the weeks end, I'm struggling to recall any details worth mentioning. We all have those weeks, right? Yet details there are. Tired of the seemingly endless sanding/scraping/painting monotony of our home-life of late, we took a step outside and began to think about the garden. Diagrams were drawn, flower and vegetable beds were mapped out, and a whole load of plans probably far too grand for us amateur gardeners were chewed over with much excitement. It's going to be a good summer.
I had my first day at work in a long time. I found it pretty tough, after five months of being a full-time mother, to suddenly be around grown-ups in a different context, without my toddler pulling at my skirt, or having to break off from conversation to dash after him. I felt a bit like I'd forgotten who I was, without the boy in tow, and it was an unsettling feeling. I love that I get to spend so much time with my child, and I know I'm very lucky to be able to do so, but I also think it's really important to remember who you are, to retain that crucial sense of 'self'. I'm a mum, but I'm also a lot of other things too. I think I'd forgotten that, and it was jarring to have the realisation forced upon me so suddenly.
Back inside the house, and say hello to this beauty. The chair dates from the 1950's, and we had the cushions made up from pieces of African fabric my husband found at an antiques fair ages ago. And oh yeah, the chair folds out into a daybed. Pure decadence.
I'm continuing on my mission to eat healthily this year with a fruitful trip to my local Farmers Market. Delicious, organic, and locally produced. A win!