Hello. I am still here. For some reason, I can’t load photos from my iPhone onto this Blog. I am trying to work out what is going on and will be back when I’ve fixed it.
It’s unseasonably warm but I am loving October. It’s nearly Hallow’een! So exciting.
Over the past few weeks, we’ve had some men in, replacing the rotten windowsills (there were a few) and repainting all the outside bits that needed repainting. They’re just finishing up now and are doing the front door. I was a bit thrown when the man asked me what colour I wanted the front door – we’ve always had a dark red front door but I wondered whether it was worth getting a totally new colour as the door was being redone. Plus my Mum said that everyone in the world should have a dark green front door. In the end, I asked my son who is now six and said that he wanted it to be “completely the same, Mummy”. Then I dithered a bit over whether to pick Rectory Red, Incarnadine or Eating Room Red (a bit too dark and “tasteful”). So the door is or will be Rectory Red, which is a slightly lighter red than the colour it was before. It’s also now in “exterior eggshell”, which seems to be more matte than the gloss.
The other day, one of my neighbours was outside, wearing a his-vis jacket and hanging out with the police. So I went to have a nose – she was measuring the speed of all the cars and vans with one of those zappers and when anyone went over 25, the police pulled them over and gave them a ticket. All of Islington is meant to have a 20 limit but a load of people use our road as a cut through and bomb it at nearer 40. My husband almost never parks his car outside our house because people keep crashing into the cars parked there (a few years ago, one of them was his). I found the whole Catching People Speeding Along My Road thing completely thrilling and signed up for a stint. If it happens, I’ll let you know what it is like. My husband asked why the police don’t just use the speed camera and catch people by themselves – I suspect it is a public relations exercise (which is fine with me).
It’s my daughter’s birthday next week and I’ve bought her some books. I found these on this list published by Time Out.
I’ve had a quick look through them (they’re now wrapped) and I think they look pretty good. One interesting one is the We Are All Born Free which is basically the Universal Declaration of Human Rights explained to children with pictures. This is the sort of thing that an old boyfriend would have described as “right on” (not a compliment). I’ll have to see whether she likes them.
I’ve been on the lookout for some biker boots – this was partly triggered by my husband who suggested that I needed a pair of ankle length boots. Obviously, though, it was already triggered by me. I do already have a pair of black ankle boots but these have a (small) heel and are a bit too smart for some outfits.
It was surprisingly difficult to find a pair that fit me. I have peculiar feet. They are short and wide – I once got measured for ski boots and the fitter said that I had feet that are a UK 4.5 length and 8 width (so basically square – I’m such a freak). Plus I have really high arches.
I ordered this pair in John Lewis but couldn’t even get them on. So back they went. I liked the look of this pair in Jones but the sole is even lighter than it looks online (and looks a bit funny on black boots). I really liked the look of this pair in All Saints but, although they have a zip, the strap around it meant I couldn’t get them on.
I also had a look in Office, Kurt Geiger, L K Bennett (lovely – but much too expensive) and Dune but had no luck. Then I read this and ordered both of the pairs of boots the author recommended. Both were too small so I sent both back and ordered the Niels in a UK size 8 – amazingly they fit. A size 8 should be far too big for me but my old, slouchy UGGs also came up really small so perhaps UGG just make their shoes really small.
By the way, can I recommend The Circle? It’s a really good film.
On Sunday we went for lunch at the Red Lion. This used to be a place where dogs could go absolutely anywhere but children had to stay outside but I think they’ve changed management and are now quite pro children. We did sit outside though (turns out you really need to book) and it was pretty nice. My children got to say hello to several dogs that were being walked and, at one point, an old horse called Albert who came up to our table in the hope of biscuits. He was very round and stuck his tongue out (he had no front teeth, being over 25, which is ancient in horse years). There’s something very comforting about having a horse breath out of his nostrils into your right ear (I am serious).
I had mushroom and blue cheese risotto and my husband had a steak pie. My son had a burger and my daughter had fish and chips.
Afterwards, we went for a walk around the churchyard at All Saints’, which is where Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s wife Emily is buried.
Last week, we had a carpenter in to sort out our well-worn house. Loads of our window frames needed a bit of work. This wouldn’t bother me all that much but my husband likes to get things fixed.
I think it is because the house I grew up in had almost completely rotten window frames (I could put my finger through the wood in my bedroom window). I remember my Mum telling me that I must never put my head out of a sash window, lest the glass comes through the wood in the manner of a guillotine. At the time I thought it was a law but other people have told me that they didn’t have the same rule in their houses.
Now that the children have gone back to school and nursery school, I’ve done a bit of a cull of their clothes. There’s stuff that was super and worn all the time but is now too short and tight. So off to Save the Children with those things.
Last winter, my daughter got a lot of wear out of a couple dungaree dresses that my friend M kindly passed on. Because she wore a long sleeved top and tights or leggings underneath, they were warm enough but also fulfilled my daughter’s constant want to wear a dress, regardless of how utterly freezing it is outside. Plus, unless it is really soiled, denim doesn’t have to washed every time it is worn.
On the left is a dungaree dress from Boden, on the right is a pinafore dress from a place in Brighton called Toby Tiger. I’d never heard of them but my friend N mentioned them and they look like the sort of thing I really like.
I ordered a bunch of pointelle tops from Boden, along with a (reduced) top from Toby Tiger.
I don’t usually look at JoJo Maman Bebe but the other day I noticed a little girl wearing one of their dresses so I bought one for my daughter.
I love this cardigan.
My daughter’s leggings are getting a bit short so I’ve also got a few more in the next size up. These were about £4 each from Next.
My son actually had a quite a lot for Autumn already (plus he wears school uniform for most of the time). I did get him these tops from Frugi.
Last month a company I used to buy a few things from, LoveItLoveItLoveIt, closed down. The lady who ran it said she hadn’t been enjoying it for a while and now is quite unwell so isn’t trading any more.