This has been the view from my little desk, for pretty much ten days. It has steadily got colder and colder. The rain progressively sleety. Gazing at the raindrops chasing each other down trickly paths on the window, I pause. Watching, listening and feeling warm. I thank these lucky stars, suspended over the picture of grey gloom. I am warm and home.
Being an utter reptile, even if something looks cold, I feel cold. Seemingly I am incapable of warming my own bones. I need light and warmth. Like some hot house lizard. So, although, it has become a little "Nigella", I love sweet, glowy fairy lights. Its a cliche, because it is so "true"!
Tea, toast and strawberry jam. A cliche? Because its so "true"!
Perfect item in the charity shop. Meant to be. Cliche? Because its so "true".
What crazy perfect cups for Autumn, Squashy, Halloween-y times! My little folk were as enamoured as me with my wee surprise gift to them! I adore their early appreciation of kitsch!
Look at her gorgeous, chubby little girl hands. I am secretly gleeful when she lets me hold her hand.
And my man-child...*smiles*
Home-y home pleasures. Cliche? Because its so "true"