Some of her style seems to have rubbed off on me!
I should say that I am possibly the least glamourous person in the world. I don’t wear any jewellery ever. One of my best friends is a hairdresser and she takes care of my cut and colour, otherwise that might be a disaster zone. I would quite happily spend my life in denim shorts and a tee-shirt. My dresses are likely to have rose-bites in them, as I can’t help just doing a little bit of dead-heading before work. My make-up extends to eye-liner. Mascara when I am really pushing the boat out. The last time I wore a full face of makeup, by which I mean blusher, my youngest daughter (then six) said I looked “a bit like a clown, mummy!”
So it has come as a slight surprise to me this week that I did this:
And then I did this:
And then I made this:
And then I photographed it all at weird angles.
I know, right?
And I was born in West Yorkshire.
Stevie and I have had the house to ourselves this week, all children having being farmed out. It has been ‘glass of wine, darling?’ here, and ‘let’s have a lie in!’ there, and ‘Stevie, what do you think of the addition of capers and anchovies to this salad dressing?’
Stevie joined in with his supermodel tomatoes.
I even put cut flowers in the downstairs loo.
And moved the loo rolls before I took the photo.
I did a little photo shoot with my dahlias.
I cut some Gladioli, the height of glamour.
I realised I had a little stowaway. Even he looks pretty dapper.
His chartreuse green is looking rather wonderful against the cherry red.
Once I had released him from his contract I continued the photo shoot with the Gladioli.
OMG. I love those purple anthers.
Am I just in that sort of mood now? Even fennel looks stylish.
Am I getting carried away?
Don’t worry. Next week I will be back to washing socks. Just let me enjoy it whilst it lasts.
Do you get sudden bursts of inspiration? It might be in cooking, home décor, craft? Even if it’s just for a week?