So the strawberry season came storming along and we waited till the last week to make the most of it. Well if the truth be told - I didn't know where the nearest PYO (Pick Your Own) strawberry patch was till last week and then there was the matter that it was far too hot (for me) to stand in the middle of a field picking strawberries anyway. But I got there eventually.
Zara linen tee (old), Gap mini skimmers, Zara belt (n/a), Tatty Bag (old)
Nothing new on the clothes front except for my red belt which I picked up in the Zara sale. Infact that was the only thing I picked up in the Zara sale and now I could slap myself for missing out on a pair of silver leather espadrilles and two pairs of black sandals which I didn't buy when they had my sizes online. Slap slap. Now I'm hunting them down on Ebay. Wish me luck.
Strawberry picking - perfect summer pastime with kids. With Ben - yes. With George - no. He picked two strawberries, ran up and down the field like a loon and noshed his bodyweight in strawbs. Well to be honest, Ben probably ate his weight in strawbs as well but he did manage to let a few make it in to the boxes.
Ben - the grafter. He actually managed to get some in the box.
Don't be fooled by the picture of strawberry picking innocence.
Caught in the act and red-handed!
Strawberry? What strawberry?
Excuse the manic grin. And the sun was in my eyes!
I actually took my sister and her hubs along. I no longer think this is strange but can imagine how "overkill" this may seem to some people - they brought a bottle of water along to wash the strawberries they were eating on the job.
I've dubbed this "wash then nosh". Anybody else do this? Or just my family?