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How many coughs and sneezes can a girl catch one after another? Life is all early nights and soggy hankies. I swear I never used to get ill, ever. I feel worn out and faded like an old Polaroid photograph. Even right now, as I type, and the baby sleeps, I could quite easily rest my fuggy head on the keyboard and drift off. That would be nice but foolhardy as this hour whilst the baby sleeps is so precious. Girls with no babies revel in your freedom! Read that book, go watch that film, get drunk, put on your dancing shoes and dance and dance. And then sleep. I used to. In my old life. Ahhh. Now I'm happy enough to catch colds and kiss my baby. But I do so envy your freedom. But at least I sometimes get a tiny minute to draw or paint. Here's Sally after telling the time with a dandelion. (It's six o'clock.) 
Tonight I'll watch The Delicious Miss Dahl on TV and drool over Sophie's yummy concoctions as well as nosing at her kitchen. Is there anything that girl can't do? Her cooking's divine, I loved her book Playing With The Grownups and she's also the real Sophie from The BFG. Lucky Girl.
And now my sweetheart is awake and so I must go and get our coats on and take Lola for a walk before it gets too cold. They say the snow may be on its way back.
Betty with a bow in Breton stripes.
It's been so sunny here, sunny but brrr freezing, which I quite like. Cold noses, clear skies, the smell of spring. And the evenings drawing out, soon we will have lots more time for walking, going to the beach, beer gardens and all other summertime evening pursuits. To think that just a couple months ago the sky was starry at this time of of day and right now as I look out of the window I can see blue sky and white clouds floating by. Hello spring, I shall not be giving up my coat and hat just yet though. 
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My very busy weekend has been swept away by a bug that my little sweetheart and my husband both have. Oh dear, but at least I've escaped it's clutches... so far. They are both in bed right now, asleep under the duvet.I have a new watercolour that I quite like. She looks sad, although it is her birthday. Perhaps she misses her lover who is far away and hasn't sent a card or a gift.
Last night I visited my friend's new horse, Ffion. She's beautiful, I can't wait to ride her. I love horses eyes, they are so huge and soulful. I used to ride when I was young. I miss it still.
Now I'm going to watch a film and drink some tea.
This is Valerie.
She loves gardening and Italian food. Sometimes she takes a day off work to watch old black and white films.
I'm learning to be mindful. It's a skill that takes practice but I can see the benefits straight away. It's kind of hard for me to explain at the moment but it's a way of bringing yourself into the present and of freeing yourself from the way that your thoughts can influence the way that you feel.
I used to be a little scornful of this kind of thing but now I'm an absolute convert. It works! It's good stuff.
And right now I'm drinking ginger wine which is also surprisingly good stuff. Very warming. Tomorrow I hope to get some work done, D is here to look after the baby for a couple of precious hours. So, so looking forward to it.
New Wendy print finally completed. Oh, how sweet and sad Peter Pan is.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
New Beatnik Love print up on etsy. This print looks so good in our living room, I really love the colours. We have a stack of other framed prints we've been meaning to hang for ages but never get round to it. Must do so this week, I'm the world's worst procrastinator when it comes to stuff like that. So tired tonight... yawn...
Summer Of Love print now on etsy. Summer feels like a long, long time ago now. The rain! So much of it. But I do love the rain. As long as my feet are dry. Why am I talking about rain when I'm posting about the Summer Of Love print?
It's such a beautiful print, the colours are lovely and it looks ace framed up. It would bring cheer to any room. Hope you like it too. Don't know why this type is so big, it won't let me change it. Grrrrr!
The latest Very Fine Female, Wendy. Think she may be my favorite so far. For today at least. 
I eed to introduce the text behind but can't find my copy of Peter Pan and Wendy. None of the libraries for miles around have the real thing, just adapted picture books, and only two of them out of about 14 libraries even have those. So sad!
We have been giving our house a spring clean and I've been taking a few photos of colourful corners as we go along. Perhaps I'll post some more soon. I love colourful, cosy homes, I'm not a tasteful, beige, minimalist kind of girl at all. 
And I love seeing pics of other bloggers' homes online. Isn't it fun to peak into the homes of others?
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From Blonde magazine
Tonight I'll watch The Delicious Miss Dahl on TV and drool over Sophie's yummy concoctions as well as nosing at her kitchen. Is there anything that girl can't do? Her cooking's divine, I loved her book Playing With The Grownups and she's also the real Sophie from The BFG. Lucky Girl.
And now my sweetheart is awake and so I must go and get our coats on and take Lola for a walk before it gets too cold. They say the snow may be on its way back.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/luverne/4370019909/in/set-72157623477535422/
Last night I visited my friend's new horse, Ffion. She's beautiful, I can't wait to ride her. I love horses eyes, they are so huge and soulful. I used to ride when I was young. I miss it still.
Art, exercise and books. My ingredients to wellbeing. Mix them all up with a good base of family and friends, the odd glass of wine, lots of kindness and a few pretty treats.
I used to be a little scornful of this kind of thing but now I'm an absolute convert. It works! It's good stuff.
Carla Bruni 
mindfulness 
waiting for David 
Radio 4 
library visits
airmail
There is so much to do. It feels like I'm trying to find time and space from nowhere and that I'm running on the spot, getting nowhere. But little moments can be snatched here and there, thank goodness. Precious little moments.
A Paris stamp set. 
Prada perfume to squirt and make me smell divine.
This charm bracelet with a star and an 'A' charm ready to dangle.
This moomin pocket mirror. Love the moomins, so cute.
And lots more... books, pom-pom slippers, books, pyjamas, books, tickets to the theatre and a couple more books.
And here's my sweetheart on Christmas morning with her ugly friend. I think she loved Christmas almost as much as me.
All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, "Oh, why can't you remain like this for ever!" This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
I eed to introduce the text behind but can't find my copy of Peter Pan and Wendy. None of the libraries for miles around have the real thing, just adapted picture books, and only two of them out of about 14 libraries even have those. So sad!
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