- I hadn't realised how bored I was of winter weather (which, this winter, has consisted of rain, rain, three flakes of snow and more rain) until I saw sunshine and snowdrops this week. Bring on spring.
- I had a photo shoot with a local magazine the other day. I am attempting to make it clear that it is possible to be a personal image consultant without being a 50-something chiffon clad lipstick lady. I think the leather leggings help.
- Holding hands is cool. I am, however, not an attractive hand-holding prospect for first born due to my propensity for cashmere wristwarmers. Apparently 'they feel funny'. Luckily his daddy doesn't wear wrist warmers.
- That is an enormous bobble. Fortunately, my second born (for that is he) has none of the hand-holding-pernickitiness (good word) of his older brother.
- Rooibos tea is great for me. I can drink anywhere upwards of 8 cups a day of tea, and regular rooibos and herbal tea means that I don't have an insane caffeine intake. I try to only have about three cups a day of 'real' tea.
- We went to Killerton House yesterday, where they have re-vamped their vintage clothing display upstairs to include a selection of modern designer garments. The avant-garde clothes work really well in the lovely old spaces of this 18th Century country house (which happens to be virtually on our doorstep, which is nice), and the whole space has been really nicely curated. Thumbs up.
- Rita invited fellow-instagrammers to show off their Liberty stashes this morning. It took a few frames to show all of my personal stash (shop stock has to be left firmly on its shelves to prevent me purloining it), and it became apparent that while pink, purple and blue are very well represented in my personal stash, grey, green, yellow and red are somewhat lacking. Time to stock up.
