Still, what can you do hey?! Never blog again? Go out on the high of my fair isle dress post?!
Nah, I'll just have to look back on that post as the height of my blogging career, (like a musician producing a popular album perhaps?), and soldier on, trying to live up to the glory and headiness of the applause. That last blog post has made me nervous about this next post, it's just going to seem so dull in comparison, so I've been putting off my return, I will sheepishly admit. Plus, there's been my never-ending headache that's been popping up all over the place. The headache monster, very trialing. The Migraleve tablet hero has finally done the trick, though I did wonder if I had suddenly become immune to Migraleve, which is disconcerting, as there is written on the packet, in big letters, "can cause addiction. For three days use only". Cripes.
So I was racking my brains, and thinking, what could I possibly write about and photograph? Give you a nosy round our house? (This is said from the point of view of someone who LOVES to look round people's houses, considers it a real treat infact). Well, you've already seen our bedroom here. (Gosh it does look tidy in those photos).
Nope, you definitely have not seen our bathroom.
I happened to be taking photos of some wilting roses on the glass shelf in the bathroom the other day. The reason for this is that, on a whim I thought I'd put some fresh flowers, plucked from our garden, in the bathroom. It has made brushing my teeth so much more pleasant, a joy infact. So much nicer than staring at my toothpastey teeth, bared in a grimace as I give them their twice-a-day clean, sometimes three if I remember after lunch.
After I'd taken some photographs of my limp looking roses, I thought to myself, hmmmm, I bet my dear readers would love to have a nosy round this room, it's one of the few rooms they've never been shown.
So after the electric toothbrush, and Hugo's beloved electric waterpik were removed from sight, and the bathmat was fetchingly arranged on the radiator, I started clicking with my camera.
It looks like I'm one of those au naturel gals doesn't it? By that I mean water and soap and not much else, because there's no bottles, lotions and potions on view. The small selection I do have get stashed away in a little cabinet to the left of the sink, I know that information like that is important.
BLIMEY! A Robin just flew in through the open back door, panickey fluttering around the room to various windows, found the back door again, and flew right back out. Blimey.
Anyway, lotions and potions, as I was saying, not much of.......... A robin just flew around the room!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.................... Ca-rumbbbbs.
I might not have fancy lotions, but I do have a fancy magnifying mirror, which lights up. Very useful for plucking of hairs on chin and eyebrows, and observing every spot and line on face as they appear. I always miss this mirror a lot when I go on holiday, and when I return from being away, am shocked at just how hairy I've become. My sister and mum love this mirror when they come to stay, I've noticed.
And I'm answering a plea from someone, to do the pattern for the Sarah London scarf I made for Hen a while ago, above. I've had to re-acquaint myself with crocheting it, and am enjoying the crocheting a lot. The version of the scarf I'm making has different colours to Hen's scarf. So that's a pattern that will be going up in a few weeks.
And now I have to be off. There's supper to eat, and my Wednesday night knitting group to attend. I have to wear my fair isle dress tonight, as the knitting group haven't seen it on me yet. I shall be told to twirl, I know it. Well toodle-loo and cheerio. Love Vanessa xxx