.... and I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas with family and friends. I have to say, I've actually enjoyed my little break from blogging over Christmas and I've been taking it easy just reading and catching up on everyone else's blogs late in the evenings before passing out with tiredness. However, the longer you leave it, the harder it is to find your mojo and get back in to the swing of things. Besides, I needed to get over the Christmas recycling affliction I came down with - you know the one where you meticulously strip the sellotape off the discarded torn bits of wrapping paper so the "good" paper can be recycled? I left no scrap unchecked! Anybody else go to this much trouble? No? It's just me then.
Anyway, I have a sordid confession to make - I have worn my joggy bots a lot this last week. But in my defense - I have not been out that much and I have eaten rather a lot. Pig goes pop springs to mind. But today I did get dressed. I didn't say I got dressed up. I just said I got dressed ... in something other than than joggy bots.
Zara Camouflage Scarf (not available online) & Whistles Edie Top (SS12)
Anyway, amongst the other lovely pressies, I received, was my new Kindle Fire from the Grumps. And because I am daft, I've downloaded Vanity Fair by William Thackeray for my first book - a 900 page tome of a book. I last tackled it 20 years ago and got half way through and ... stopped. Aarrghgh. Now I think I might take another crack at it once I stop playing mahjong.
Fun! Not so fun!
And you're probably wondering did I get the Kooples boots? No - I didn't. It's a long story. Having somehow managed to wangle an okay from the Grumps for the boots - I went in to the store the Thursday before Christmas to get them. It was a wet, horrid, miserable day. I was cold, I looked like a drowned rat and was not in a good humour. And my legs were having a fat day. No matter what angle I looked at them in the mirror, the legs were not behaving. The boots were lovely, the legs were not. I couldn't bring myself to buy them. Somehow, I think this also had something to do with the conversation I'd had with the Grumps where he said "If you get them, are you going to wear them?" He probably meant, am I going to stick them in my wardrobe for a year and get them out every three months to stroke them lovingly before putting them back in their box and wear them in 2014 or .... am I going to actually wear them? When did he turn into a woman? I dillied and dallied in the shop for about half an hour before I walked out but that was good because what I'd done was take a step back and tried to visualise myself in them and realised they were not a Sue boot and didn't go with much in my wardrobe. Don't get me wrong - they are still lovely boots but I'm no rock chick :o)
So a post to get me back in to blogging mode and the writing fingers tapping away again. Makes a change from the surfing fingers which have been flitting between numerous sale sites!