Okay I'm assuming it means none so there goes that idea of attempting one of those lovely evocative wordless posts I keep seeing.
For someone who was quite a shy girl who never spoke much I seem to have turned into a middle aged woman who won't shut up! Don't get me wrong - I do not wander down the High Street shouting at strangers (although this has happened recently when merrily shouting 'hello!' and frantically waving at a fuzzy figure in the distance who, on closer inspection, turned out not to be the person I thought she was - darned these ageing eyes). But I sometimes need to use the edit button a bit more. The thing is if asked a question I tend not to just give one answer. No. That would be too simple. Life is not like that.
Q: "Do you prefer tea or coffee?"
At this point most people would give a one word answer. That would be sufficient.
A: "Well - tea first thing, followed by another cup to really start off my day. I'm not keen on coffee as my first drink of the day - it doesn't hit the same spot. But come mid morning I love a cup of coffee. With a biscuit. Then again at about four. But it always has to be tea after a meal - what's that all about when in a restaurant many people finish their meal with a nice fresh cup of Colombian. Is it the flavour? You see for me tea is more refreshing but coffee is more filling. If it's accompanied by a piece of cake then surely coffee is best as long as the flavours don't clash. Okay - I can't answer the question because it depends on the time of day and the circumstance..."
Is it an affliction?
Should Mr K receive a medal for most long suffering partner ever?
Should I just shut up now and show you some of my finds this week ?
Yes, you should, get on with it woman?
Okay here goes.
I loved these little egg cups.
I was admiring this tablecloth and napkin set when my mum remembered that she received one as a wedding present way back in 1959 - alongside the obligatory Witney blanket and cutlery set! It's way too small for my kitchen table but at £3 I couldn't resist.
A summery skirt for £2.50.
Oooh how do you dooo?
A jug - just because.
A book on Vintage knits - okay I know I will probably never make any of these but I love the glamour of the originals.
Look at the colours in this picture - I'm not surprised they look so happy.
And who knows one day I might just need a 2 ply mohair bolero to 'keep off the chill'.
I'm not one for dressing up.
But when word got round school that Mr K had received a crocodile onesie from Little Sis for his birthday it was inevitable that at some point I was going to have to model it. Of course over here in the UK Comic Relief has been urging people to do something ' funny for money'. Under a substantial amount of peer pressure I appeared in the staff meeting at 8.30am on Friday in full crocodile attire. Not just me you understand - that would be weird - but nearly all of the staff were sitting there dressed in some unorthodox costume! I actually began to enjoy myself - we were 'all in it together' and had a great laugh (less thrilled however when the Head introduced me to the local MP who was doing his rounds of the local schools!) Staff were urging me (kindly) to take the bus home in full costume for some extra cash. I declined politely - then less politely - then quite adamantly! I lolloped around the corridors at break time with my floppy fleecy feet and at some point I must have stepped on a splinter. Now I can't put my big toe on the floor when I walk. Is this crocodile karma? Should I have boarded the 101 at the risk of scaring other passengers? Can you imagine a motorist driving the other way seeing a crocodile calmly gazing out of the window? Am I asking too many questions? Should I shut up now?