Going against the grain

I love my job. Not everyone thinks it qualifies as a job as it's voluntary but since I turn up in the British Heart Foundation shop every Tuesday and Friday and work as hard as I can I consider it a job. Anyway, I love it. For the fairly miserly sum of £4.71 here's what I came home with yesterday...

Not the skirt obviously, I've blogged that before but I thought it went very well and more than a little reminiscent of the Victorian era. The purple blouse is originally from Principles and pure silk (yuk, I have a bit of an unfondness for natural fibres). The ruffles are overlocked in black which adds a bit of interest. The waistcoat is Next and made from linen (natural fibres again) and fits me a lot better than it fits Muriel. So that's a double whammy of things I never wear - blouses and waistcoats - in one day. Incidentally I weighed myself this morning with my eyes screwed shut as I feel really heavy at the moment, only to find that somewhere, somehow I've lost a quarter of a stone. I'm not complaining!

I've been a bad, bad blogger this week, or rather an absent one. It was my daughter Poppy's (aka she who has autism) 18th birthday party on Sunday. Here's us at that crucial cake moment, apologies for the bad photo, I forgot the rule about not standing in front of windows as my wine intake was a lot higher than my average Sunday afternoon!

And here she is posing and showing off her new best dress and also our very odd cat Pixie, or Pixel as she is more commonly known.

As you can see she has about as much idea of posing for the camera as I do.