I love my socks, especially my blue and pink ones. I am not generally a shoe wearer :: In summer I live in flipflops (last count six pairs, all different colours) and in winter I wear boots (last count one solitary pair, worn day in day out). And boot-wearing means that my socks are not on public display, which means they can clash horribly with my clothes, and can also be odd. My socks make me smile when I ease my boots off at the end of a long day because they are so me.
I took this photo a few weeks ago one morning before school. I had been sorting the clean laundry in search of a pair of socks and had the "help" of the Little People. Actually to be fair, they are usually very good at sorting the laundry, even if last time Little Man did charge me 20p for his laundry sorting services.
This particular morning, we had a Sock Situation.
Little Man "Mum I want you to wear the stripy socks today"
Little Lady " noooooooooo, wear the flowery socks!"
Little Man (loud) "NOOOOOoooo, you have to wear the stripy ones!!"
Little Lady (earsplitting) "NO No NO!!!!! I REALLY want you to wear the flowery ones because I like them the best"
Me "Ok, I'll wear one of each."
Stunned silence. Then loads of laughing as they watched me put them on. Result.
I have my Dad and his partner staying with me all this week. They came up by train from Dorset on Saturday, causing something of a shockwave as I had their arrival date written on the calendar as being next Saturday. Oooops. This is not unusual for me to make such a monumental mistake, I am often very out of touch with reality, often think things are happening a week later than they actually are. But it is still a mighty shock when I find myself so caught on the hop.
Picture this :: 6.30pm, me sitting happy and relaxed at my wonderful in-laws having just stuffed my face with barbeque food. A text message comes through on my mobile, saying "the trains are running on time, we'll be at he station in 40mins". I read it three times before reality hit and then I think my word was something like "argrrrrrrrrrrrghrghgggghghhh-oh-my-god". I had a mental image flash through my mind of the state of my house, the un-hoovered floors, the un-washed piles of dirty dishes, the un-tidied chaos in every room, but in particular the state of the Attic/guest accommodation. Can you imagine the look of horror and panic that crossed my face? My in-laws nearly wet themselves laughing when I revealed the mistake I had made. J was not so amused.
But it was all ok of course, we drove quick smart to the station (via the shop for a box of wine and some hasty supper material) and just made it in time. Picked up my family members, came clean about forgetting they were coming, and when we arrived home I managed to hussle them quickly through the untidy house and out into the back yard to sit and consume wine and food while I dashed upstairs to make the attic presentable. All I can say is thank the Lord for extra large eaves storage. And wine.
Anyways, I think that this week I'll probably be out and about a lot and not able to blog at length. So thought I would share some Reasons to be Cheerful, following in the footsteps of Posy and SouleMama. I have been pondering this subject during the last week or two and have some photos already lined up waiting, so I hope you enjoy them during this week. Hope yours is a cheerful one xx