Hibernation

I have my new camera! Somehow, yesterday I forgot to use it to take actual photos, instead using it to show my mum the photos of the South Bank beach huts. So, no pics being posted today. Although when I tested it I got a cracking photo of a cheese grater.

There was no critique of the non-DIY, but she did keep going on about me selling the Wrong Sideboard. We had 3, but one is having to go due to the new kitchen layout. She thought I should keep sideboard no.2, a neat little mid-century number, but I am keeping no.3, a carved, ornate dark brown monstrosity gem. Because everything fits in it, so it would be silly to get rid of it. Its a bit like having to choose between favourite pets - its been a hard decision.

   Exhibit A: Sideboard no.2

We've put the heating back on. This is dismal. My get up and go has disappeared - all the  clearing out, selling, freecycling etc of last week has been replaced by a desire to hibernate with a duvet, cake and tv... With the now-not-too-distant sparkliness of the royal wedding looming I watched a little documentary about W & K's school days and university time, mainly to compare her waif-like figure to probably what her natural body shape should be.  She was a little more rounded as a teenager, then seemed to get thinner in her early 20s. So am glad to conclude, that although she probably should eat more, she does not appear to be trying to suddenly starve herself into a silly size zero.

Have a mountain of forms to get filled in - everyone's favourite thing. Bits for the 13 year old's new school, and stuff like that. Oh joy... Almost as bad as ironing.

I'm Going To Walk In The Sun, And.....

..... Buy Me A New Camera! Yes, today. I know it would be wise to do some interweb-ordering, and I may yet find a crafty way to combine online-nicer-price-ness with the gratification that comes with getting my mitts on that camera straightaway....

The faff that comes with borrowing the 13 year old's camera, then waving a magic wand to splutter some life into my camera while I download the photos is too boringly luddite, even for me. Yesterday my I-don't-lurve-it-anymore gadget refused to recognise its own memory card, and proudly downloaded instead some manky photos of a clematis I'd taken 3 years ago from the built-in memory thingie. Enough.... I wanted to post glorious orange poppies that abound in the garden, the selection of old postcards that I had a merry evening rediscovering in all corners of the house for the stairway-to-the-loft moodboard project. And I would be able to do those very things, in instant(ish) pictorial form If I Only Had That Camera.

So off t'shops we shall go. Then the blog can have some colour, and we shall have us some sunbeams and vitamin D, and of course buy something snackalicious for tomorrow's visit from Trashsparkle's mum. It will be her first sight of the new kitchen, and I haven't exactly busted a gut sanding and painting those walls yet. So there will be conversations starting with "you need to..." which I shall wave away with the usual lack of concern I have for the finer details of holes in the wall and bad evidence of previous wall colours*. Then in about 3 days time the bug will kick in and I'll get on with it.



* I shall, instead, redirect her attention to the wonderful way in which I have recently colour-ordered the 12 year old's extensive t-shirt collection. Damn those £1.50 Primark bargains.