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I'm going to a black tie event on Friday. This is causing predictable wardrobe anxiety. I AM NOT GOING TO BUY ANYTHING. I don't need to, I do have stuff. Too much stuff. (Excuse the capitals, that is the shouty bossy voice in my head.)
I've opened my wardrobe, ummm-d and ahhh-d, tut-tut-tutted and let out a longing sigh. This is the normal pattern of things.
I do indeed have dresses that could be worn, but they're all bloody dirty. ALL of them. What kind of woman puts away her sparkly treasures dirty? Clearly not the sort of woman that I think I am. I am still always genuinely surprised that clothes are hung in my wardrobe filthy. Why would I do that? WHY?
I am a slattern. Worse still I'm a domestic drop-out. A let down. A failure. Particularly when it has anything to do with that room with all the cupboards. You know the one with the special cupboard that gets warm and lights up (where I usually store my post)?
Sometimes the kindness and thoughtfulness of others completely blows my mind. Today is one such day. Tara Bradford over at Paris Parfait has sent me equipment to improve my jellymongering. How lovely is that?
Look! Vintage jelly moulds. (The right ones, according to the jelly-gods for successful unmoulding. Not the glass ones that lead to this mess.)
This weekend has been all about vintage gluttony and, as usual, I'm ready to share with childish fervour.
My hunger for all things orange has not abated.
I didn't mean to do a Magpie Monday this week, BUT I CAN'T BE LEFT OUT. You know me by now, I'm not one to pass up the chance to show-off.
This post was originally written in December. I'm cheating and reposting again so that I can brazenly show off as part of Lizzie's Magpie Monday. Lizzie has magnanimously permitted this cheat because recycling is entirely in the spirit of Magpie Monday. Ahem, little does she know that she's just enabling my lazy ways. Go here for more.
Not only am I a clutter-slut, I am also a sparkle junkie. A magpie. Come the winter, come the Joan Rivers wannabe. I have no shame, I'll wear sparkles during the day and not just one discrete piece, oh no, no, no I wear lots. Lots. Less is definitely bore. Why wear one brooch or necklace when five or six will truly do?
I'm not ready to talk about the 7 year old's weekend birthday party. Let me just say that I still feel violated (which surely shouldn't be the right word, but unfortunately is) and have yet to recover from the memory of my Joyce Grenfell voice.
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I'm going to give you a peek inside Anderton Towers. Excuse the cobwebs, don't look at the skirting boards and no, I'm not showing the non-door side of the bed.
I am well aware of the Ten Commandments, but I have to admit to being inordinately covetous of character. I covet. A lot.
gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
The Babylon Tales
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