I bought this little number from the charity shop yesterday for £3.99. FYI, for my new followers, I refer to charity shops as cherry tree shops. It's just something my mum and I call them. Makes it sound quaint. Or something.
Moving on from cheap retail therapy, the Princess has one hell of a shiner on her cheek/eye after falling in her wooden playhouse late this afternoon. There I was, having a leisurely chat with my neighbour who popped over, and we heard muchos dramatic screaming that only the Princess can pull off.
"Here we go again", I sighed. Then immediately felt guilty when I saw her face. She has a very pretty little face so I was rather shocked to see a rapidly swelling eyelid and red bruise forming over her eye and cheek. "Mum, do not take even ONE photo for your blog. I mean it. I know you too well. I don't want anyone to see me like this" she said, while looking at me sternly with one eye closed.
Poor girl. She really does need to slow down though. Bull in a china shop springs to mind. She is a tomboy, she climbs trees, plays a mean game of football and loves dead frogs, Harry Potter and Horrid Henry. But she also looks gorgeous in pretty dresses, has lovely long hair and plays elaborate games with all her teddies who all have names like Ian and Stephen (with a 'ph' not a 'v'). She's unique I'll give her that (this is the girl who owns a baby doll called Derek-Tom).
So that was today's drama. Along with the fact I overslept and literally RAN the 20 mins walk to school. I left the Prince with the Husband and the Princess and I belted it all the way. Sort of like a poor man's Paula Radcliffe (without stopping to "relieve one's self" on the pavement half way through the race.....)
Talking of running, there's such a eclectic mix of mums at school, it's unreal. One mum apparently runs for eight hours a day. No, really. EIGHT HOURS. I just assumed she worked in a gym, hence all the running gear but apparently she just runs a lot at various points of the day. Complete with full make up and coiffured hair. How she maintains this look is a mystery. To balance it out though, I have seen another mum who shuffles to school in her pyjamas (and not in a cool ironic Slummy Mummy type way).
After checking out jogging mum and PJ mum, I walked the five minutes further to the beach. It was a gloriously warm morning but the cool sea breeze made my cheeks tingly and I hugged myself with excited glee for moving here (must have looked like some self-loving freak show).
But look at it! The sea was far out and it was slightly hazy.
|Total "cherry tree" outfit - (except tights which were £1.50 from Primark)|
Skirt (White Stuff £4.99), boots (originally Gap £4) and bag (M&S £2.50)
|Love this fabric|
|I can see for miles and miles|
|It would have been rude not to|
|The sea was FREEZING. I tested it.|
But doesn't it look peaceful and serene?
|Even some random dog was impressed by this man's actions|
While he swam in the tranquil waters, I watched the morning sky slowly wake up.
Two hours later the skies were blue and sunny. I love watching it try to burn through.
I also made two new friends yesterday on the pier. May I introduce the young whippersnapper Nora who is 97. Yes really.
Here she is with Michael who is less than 97, by several years. They took a shine to the Prince (who wouldn't?!) and took him for a joyride.
|The hooligans revving it up on the pier. |
Boy racers, eat your hearts out
|Hanging out with the Homies|
And as I watched them trundle home, I had a warm feeling in my heart.
People seem to be friendly here, always willing to stop and talk. A mum at school (who I haven't seen before) flung her business card into my hand this morning and said "I know you are new, come over for a coffee." She has the same Doc Marten's as me but green and wears a funky pink lipstick.
Another one has invited me to her book club. Can't wait. We've started reading Pigeon English and meet at hers in a month's time. Apparently they talk about the book for half an hour and then drink wine and have a laugh. Sounds good to me!