Weekoff

Lo and behold, I’m back. After whole lot of faffing, mourning and a-wailing, I am online and oh thank goodness, back in the loop…

But oh how lovely life was without a computer. It is, is it not, the very worst kind of addiction? I had oodles of free time to do oodles of scrumptious things like bake mocha cupcakes and buy silly flowery dish-brushes…

I spent far too much money on bits of junk this, vintage that and pink washing up bowls. I baked madelines , a deliciously old fashioned cinnamon bun loaf, mocha cupcakes and the most divine parsnip and potato soup. I bought three beautiful vintage aprons and spent a zen like hour handwashing them back to life. I discovered a long coveted collection of blue and white spotty Wade china in a local charity shop, and planted the teeniest little snowdrops in the milk jug. I had lots of early nights, devoured my favorite vintage housekeeping books by candlelight with a box of violet creams at my side, watched silly old films with Finley on my knee in the afternoons, went for long walks and took bracing baths in the chiller cabinet that is currently our bathroom…

I almost finished knitting the longest scarf in the world, and spent many a happy hour reading magazines and drinking mulled wine leftover from Christmas.  I watched trashy T.V  (My name is Earl, how I love you!) and re-awoke my passion for vanilla coffee and Earl Grey tea, with hourly tea breaks. I hooked a little collection of vintage postcards onto the heart shaped noticeboard Mark bought me for Christmas and lined Finley’s drawers with new talc scented paper. I lay about on my bed while Finley dozed and dreamed up a lovely new year, made plans for creative projects that may never come to be and mourned the loss of the beginning of my novel…

I filled the house with daffodils, tiny fragile paper whites and yes, more hyacinths. I spent two hours rooting around on my knees in a new found antique shop and persuaded the man in the local secondhand bookshop to give me first option on any pre- 1950’s cookery or housekeeping books that come his way. I scrubbed the kitchen sink to shininess and got silly in the sink accessories aisle in Woolworths….

I ate too much, spent too much, drank too much and had a lovely time.

But it is good to be back.