But I must say I do like what they're doing for my creativity.
Perched upon my head is my latest lovely, made from marvelous denim-like, faded blue roses.
I'm in two minds about putting her in the Sassy Vamps shop as the blooms are rare and I really like them.
I've christened her: Mary Shelley Likes Pickled Garlic.
Don't ask. I simply do not know the answer.
The Stylist took these pics moments after Victor, our 35-year-old Volvo, was towed home.He needs a new fuel pump.
So do I.
The stunning backdrop is the garage of the new house being built next door.
Oh joy, the sounds of grinding metal, tinny radios, nine-hour concrete mixer marathons, shouting and comedic burping and farting intervals.
Six days a week.
They've all gone home so now we play!
Except I'm too buggered.
The other side of the house is untainted by construction and gives me some moments of peace.A place where I can frolic with Lily the cat, wearing a 1930s nightie-as-frock.
As I mentioned, I'm getting used to new medication and my doctor has already switched things around, after I quickly gained several kilos faster than you can say "Fill a Bag of 40s Frocks for a Fiver."Although I'm feeling very ill and bloated here, I couldn't help admiring my new arse - hehe!! Changing meds means changing brains and much befuddlement ... the house is a disgrace and I can barely string a sentence together, much to the confusion of everyone I speak to.
So ... I buy old, pretty coat hangers.
And tea-towels.
And sweet old sheets, of which this one will become my next pair of flares if I remember to pick up my trusty Husqvarna tomorrow following it's once-a-decade service.
I'll be using this pattern sent to me by dear Tamera.I've already used it to make this pair of sheet flares, which fit perfectly. (Well they did when I made them in February!)
Stay loose.Baci,
Desiree x
