Home sweet home

Beret - vintage, thrifted
Blouse - vintage, thrifted
Waistcoat - little boy's, thrifted
Trousers - vintage, thrifted
Suede oxfords - vintage Selby, thrifted

It is so nice to be home! I am catching up on all the things that were neglected while I was so busy (laundry is high on that list) and working on the book. In front of the heater, naturally. Mink is pleased to have me back too, I think, although he is pretty inscrutable.

Happy Memorial Day to everyone in the States! Enjoy your day at home. I'm certainly enjoying mine.

Warm! Cosy! Fluffy!

Hooray! I am home, installed in front of the heater with a cup of tea, and well-insulated from the grim weather outside. And I can stay that way for the foreseeable future, as I have finished my stint at the publishing company and can work from home full-time once more, focusing on revising the new book (and working with the copy-editor on The Cry of the Go-away Bird - that's on the horizon this June). I'm going out for a Thai meal this evening in my cosy local restaurant (they don't even ask me what I want to order any more, because I have the same thing every time) with a couple of the other editors from the publishing company, which is the perfect way to spend a cold evening. Green curry and a nice glass of white wine - yum! I'm rugged up in preparation - this fluffy white sweater is the softest thing ever. Even softer than Mink. And there's something lovely about wearing white in winter, isn't there? I'm not quite sure what it is.

Those of you who are in Kiwi-land - stay warm. Those of you who are elsewhere - erm ... have a good day? And everybody - stay tuned for an awesome giveaway coming tomorrow! I'm really excited about this one.

Classic

This has nothing to do with anything, but I thought it was hilarious. We went out to brunch this morning with LOML's brother and sister-in-law and our little nephew. Now, I think my nephew is pretty much the coolest thing in the entire world, and I love him very much and enjoy playing with him, but this expression (captured on camera this morning) is indicative of how my face looks whenever I come into contact with babies.



"Please don't let me drop him! Please don't let me drop him! Please let him not start crying."

"Smile for the camera, Andrea."

A frozen, horrified rictus appears on Andrea's face.

And that is why I am sticking to cats for the time being.