you know the feeling: when the mascara is just starting to feeling powdering and it's time to get a new one or when you take you scissors are cut the collar of a blouse (jazzing it up with a new fresh unfishined Mao collar).
ah, relief. today is the day I (finally) removed my Easter decoration from 'the tree'.
Yes, the tree. I mean the dead branch we have in the living that's not growing in zinc planter and only 36kg of cement. the kind of things movers will descourage you moving overseas with unless you're ready to debate for a while...
and oh, you may be wondering, the fake radishes and leeks hold by the vintage clothepins and ribbons were meant to attrack Easter bunnies. very efficient.