It's always an event when the postman knocks, we're on first name terms and everything; it's not just because of the regular parcels of joy from my generous blogging buddies but also 'cos I went out with him in the 1980s.
Last week my bag twin, the lovely Lucy, sent me this incredible turquoise leather coat she'd spotted in her local Sue Ryder chazza along with this Oscar Wilde notelet, literary idol of Smiths fans like me the world over.
I'm wearing the Miss Revolution velvet blouson top Jo gave me underneath it.
|1970s Julius of London needlecord maxi (courtesy of Odd Socks Alex and a wardrobe staple since 2010)|
Orange and turquoise are a perfect pairing as some of this Tibetan tribal jewellery goes to prove.
|Carnelian cross ring from Krista-licious|
The copper and turquoise pendant is Native American via Canada, a gift from a globe-trotting admirer of Mum's in 1965. I bought the earrings on the morning of the Asian Tsunami on the way to a wedding in India back in 2004.
The wonderful Pao sent me these 1960s earrings she no longer wears, they arrived today and I love them, they're massive.
|She also sent this groovy bean bag pattern. The cats have hinted that they need one in their lives.|
So what's a chip butty? Two slices of crusty bread spread with butter or mayo, a generous helping of "proper" chips (chunky French Fries), smothered in tomato ketchup and the finest hangover cure known to man (or woman).
I'm starving now!
|Image from Google|
I'm starving now!
|There's a cat perched ominously in a tree above me|
Nothing dramatic to report here although there is a blogger meet-up scheduled for later in the week, Walsall residents of a nervous disposition are advised to leave the area.
See you soon!