It's not a glamorous life I lead. Jobs included;
- De-nitting the kids. Again. Always a joy.
- Clearing up the jar of honey my 7 year old dropped on the tiled kitchen floor. Mmmm, picking shards of glass out of runny honey - aren't you jealous?
- Washing washing and more washing, accompanied by downpours of rain so I couldn't get it dry on the line.
- Harassing/cajoling/nagging/supporting the kids about their homework. I didn't have homework at their age, for goodness sake, and look at me, I'm a genius.
You get the picture, I was out of sorts.
However, as the headache faded, the day looked up.
There's something very satisfying about a full line of washing - or is that just me?
And I am now shipshape and bristol fashion, ready for the week ahead!
Well helloooo sailor!
I don't wear trousers much these days, and looking at these pictures, I can see why!
Think I should pull my belly in a bit more... Especially since seeing Kitty's last post, have you SEEN her?!
Nothing's vintage except the scarf, but trousers, T-shirt, waistcoat, sunglasses and ring all charity shopped or car booted and dirt cheap.
And just so that you can appreciate the difficult circumstances I am working under, here is Smallest Child meandering across my shot. It's all very high tech here, I take the photos on self-timer with the camera balanced on the ironing board, and children milling about under my feet and laughing at me. Kate Moss wouldn't put up with this, would she? I'm working with amateurs here.
* Dirt and Scrub is Smallest Child's homage to The Wasteland. It goes;
"Dirt and scrub, dirt and scrub
There'll be no more fun at all."
This is intoned in a slow and serious voice. No laughing allowed. Poetry is a serious matter.
The child is touched by either genius, or the odd stick, jury's out so far.
Haven't had chance to photograph my scores from yesterday's triple vintage fair extravaganza, but I will, I had a great day.
Hope you have all had the most marvellous of weekends. xxxxxx