Another tidying festival, this time involving all the summer clothes I’ve held onto for year but now actively dislike. Time for a small summer capsule wardrobe.
New sockets and switches in our lovely new kitchen.
Letting go, of physical and mental stuff.
Summer holidays being less than three weeks away.
Enjoying last year’s sparkling wine and the memories it sparks. Things have certainly changed a lot in a year, mostly for the better.
A walk from one side of the city to the other, and crossing the bridge which looks like a harp and traversing streets I never see on foot.
A little lunch date after said ramble.
A working dishwasher. The stuff of dreams.
Looking forward to our kitchen finally being finished. Inching towards that goal this weekend.
Holiday plans. New passports, a new campsite and a new car.
This sticky toffee pudding. Far too much but oh so delicious.
An easy read, free from my local library. Every time I get a book via the order system I marvel at the awesomeness of what’s available.
This mess, because it means the end of our gross stippled ceiling and progress towards a new kitchen.
And also these messes, because ditto. I’m trying to look beyond the whirlwind of stuff in every room in the house and concentrate on a nice end result.
The lilac tree in our garden. I cannot get enough.
Looking for a surprise for a tiny new little person.
Finding slightly blurry photos like this on my phone from a budding artist.
These books, especially this one.
The knowledge that by the end of this month, we’ll be enjoying our brand new kitchen.
This is not the best photo but this is a real orchid which I have managed to keep alive for six weeks. I’ve never managed this before so this feels like a bit of an achievement. Maybe our dark hall and the fact I keep forgetting to water it is helping.
It’s the loveliest colour and shape and I hope it survives for another while because it definitely sparks a lot of joy. Plus, Marjorie would definitely approve.
There’s an important scene in Marjorie Morningstar, where the book’s eponymous heroine has a kiss under some lilac trees. When we moved into this house just over three years ago, I had no idea the large garden contained a mature lilac tree so it was a very happy discovery.
The blooms don’t last for long and I’m always torn between picking them to enjoy while I can and leaving them fluttering on the tree where nature intended them to remain until they turn a scrubby brown colour. These ones got picked and were a nice centrepiece for our dinner.
Patio progress in action. Something we have had near the top of our house to-do list since we moved in.
Finding something we needed close by and at a good price, and having help to get it upstairs. It’s not perfect but it’s fine.
Pastries from our local amazing bakery and good coffee after a gym session.
A loooooong weekend, which is sorely needed and which, we hope, gives us a chance to get more stuff on the to-do list done.
Planning a day out. It feels good to plan ahead rather than plod along.