V is for…Vanity

Not the excessive pride in or admiration of one’s own appearance or achievements, I mean the table version where you can hoard lots of pretty things and then put on the pretty things to subsequently take excessive pride in your appearance. I have never had a vanity table before, but in our current dwelling Scorpio made me a makeshift one. It’s not exceptionally fancy, as you can see, simply a good-sized mirror over a really nice antique table. However it has been a delight to have this little vanity, even just so that I can have all my makeup and jewellery contained to one area and don’t manage to lose things whilst scouring for a free mirror. We are about to move again, unfortunately this time he is moving to another country, half way around the world, with work for four months and I am having to do the dreaded deed of moving back into my parents house. I should

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N is for…Notebooks

   Have you ever heard someone say that when you leave a room your toys all come to life, but even if you’re sneaky and try to catch them, as soon as you go back in they manage to get back in place and stop moving? Well this same type of thing is happening with my notebooks, except they are not moving they are breeding! I have no idea how this is happening…none at all…I’m not saying a thing.  I am aparently a sucker for a pretty cover, in an A4 or A5 size, preferably with lines but with dots is fine also. I’d better stop, this is beginning to sound like a wanted ad. I don’t know why I am so drawn to them, and how I always find the pennies to spare to get another even if I have lots at home.  The amount of unused notebooks I have is actually quite scary…    This is just a

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