Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
Thursday, 29 December 2011
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
It wasn't until recently that I even had a pair of slippers. I am definitely a one for bare feet and I still wonder around first thing in the morning without them, but I am learning to appreciate their worth. It's probably down to the fact that I now have several stylish pairs, with my latest addition being some grey ballerina style ones with felt flowers, all the way from my sister in Australia. She is the queen of pyjamas so my slippers always remind me of her. The children also received slippers for Christmas and as a celebration of slippers and Josie having a friend for a sleepover, here are our cosy slippered tootsies.
I think you can probably judge a person by the slippers they wear!
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
When Josie was born, she was tiny, less than 6lbs and just like a dolly. She had such beautiful teeny tiny little clothes and was just so pretty. I did so love to dress her in the most adorable outfits, she even had frilly knickers. As she grew into a strong minded fiercely independent toddler, I had little influence over her outfits. She would not wear anything other than pink, wore every single hair clip, hair band and item of jewellery she owned all at once and was instead on wearing fairy wings and wellies everywhere. Then one morning she woke up and said she wanted jeans and ever since her fashion sense has changed with the wind. It is not unknown for her to change several times a day.
Today as promised, I took her to the sales and was really expecting to buy something highly fashionable, totally hideous, to be worn once and then dis guarded at the bottom of the wardrobe. However I was pleasantly surprised to see her drawn to the delightful party frocks in Monsoon, which compared to the tat in the over-crowded Next sale, was a breathe of fresh air.
It was so wonderful to see her as a pretty little girl, in a classic adorable dress with lace and embroidery and net, that I had to buy it for her.
Like a little angel and perfectly dressed for future tea parties.
Monday, 26 December 2011
Every year I go to the Boxing Day sales with my mother-in-law. Instead of presents under the tree, I get to choose all of them myself. A little materialistic, but after reusing, repurposing and refashioning for the rest of the year, my love of clothes just gets the better of me.
The extravagant purchases I was unable to live without this year:
A green blue faux fur coat from Top Shop. It was on my Christmas wish list and is very fluffy. It's got toggles, poms poms and a hood. Ideal for the snow.
A completely beautiful dress from Noa Noa that I look every time I go in for a browse. I love that shop. The dress is the perfect colour, with net, trim, an adorable style and cut.
And a little black dress in chiffon with pleats and crochet detail shoulders.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
06.30am after an hour and a half of whispering, rustling, holes being discovered in the wrapping, presents mysteriously falling out of the paper completely by themselves and small children being retrieved from under the tree...
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Friday, 23 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011