She's the only one with the kryptonite

I am in that awful inbetween-ey stage of not being quite in work mode, yet not exactly out of it.  It has been a funny old week, or start to the week; after my week off from the land of Monsoon.  I am trying to get my little head around that which is Christmas - simply so that i don't have to take part in the frenzy of shopping for Christmas in December (where may i add have halloween, bonfire night and the rest of the year gone?!?).  Luckily i have already sorted 'The Man Impressed By Nothing.'  I did this back in October.  But there are alot of birthdays floating around before and after all the good tidings (mine and the mr's to name only two).  Good LORD.  Must not stress.  Must embrace it.  Or find the mulled wine.
  
With the weather being 'neither here nor there' (as i can imagine my mother saying) and my purse strings getting tighter and tighter with each passing week - dressing is hard.  A chance to make something a little older, a little bit more loved, under something newer is the perfect solution.  Wearing the little pussy bow blouse this way hardly does it justice.  It has the loveliest spooky, prickly black and white print which reminds me a little of the trees - all empty of leaves and colour.  Or sometimes a little bit of a Rob Ryan illustration.  The pansy's perk up the blouse, and the lipstick perks up my face!  








Today i decided Winter has landed.  This is not due to the cold weather - for infact it is stupidly mild and very inappropriate for those of us who enjoy a bobble hat and winter coat and like to embrace The Layer.  It seems that even if the world (or just Carlisle) is basking in a winter heatwave (mild exaggeration) the trees are definitely doing what they are supposed to at this time of year.  

The park was sad today.  Aside from the fact that i was being blown all over the shop; i couldn't help but notice the empty vastness; the wide open skies getting bigger and how much it felt like the world could see me.  Its as though every last leaf has fallen.  The last yellow ones hold tight as the breeze blows; holding the last of Autumn and sunlight between them.  Gone is the rich rusty Autumn-ey warmth which i love so much. In its place a spikey, harsher and much nastier view from my handlebars.

I think it just needs some snow and frost…



After my recent dalliances with Calvin et al, this week i have decided to redeem myself with the lyrical genuis that is Maxi Jazz, from Faithless.  If you have never listened to 'To All New Arrivals' i think you must for you will fall in love.  Its a very un-Faithless album - all mellow, gentle and thoughtful with some cracking samples. 'Spiders Crocodiles and Kryptonite' is lyrical quirky loveliness.  

We are spending our evenings watching Made In Chelsea(guilty pleasure - don't judge), George Clark's Amazing Spaces (who doesn't want a tree pod?!?) and HBO's new comedy 'Girls.' 
He is spending his evenings trying to decide if he should sell the most beautiful, old little bass guitar to fund his first car….I am trying to persuade him otherwise…I am also trying to persuade him to buy a vintage Citroen DS…not a Golf.  I am not having much luck in either department.  
 I have spent most nights wishing i could buy the whole of the bedding collection on the Joules website (what is it with me and bedding and cushions?!) but settling for this is ok…
Tonight i hope the Mr wants macaroni cheese for tea as i decided when i woke up this morning i rather fancied macaroni cheese….its a macaroni cheese sort of day today.

XxX