No, I didn't leave home. That fabulous vintage suitcase was a gift from my brilliant friend Tracey, she of the cakestand expertise. Isn't it wonderful? And it matches my outfit! A 1980s floral frock, all of a quid from Ebay, and a vintage St. Michael pinny. Wine? Dunno, came out of the fridge.
Anyone pull a cracker on Christmas Day?
Yep, drink was taken. Repeatedly. It was the only way.
'Twas the night before Christmas - and butter wouldn't melt...
(I made those stockings last year. God, I swore. In a cheery festive kind of way.)
They're mini consumers at heart, and were delighted with their X Box.
After a couple of days of gaming (them, not me), eating and drinking (very much me), we all needed a change of scene and some fresh air, so we popped into town to spend a voucher or two, have a ride on the carousel, and take some photos. Get me - remembering I'm a blogger!
It was rather glorious.
My LBs and me reeling around the fountain.
Carousel, fountain and Sheffield City Hall.
It would make a great album cover.
1970s faux fur jacket and green cardigan (charity shopped), 1970s goddess dress with belt used as a pussy bow (vintage fair), tan boots (Ebay), bag (Matchy Match Queen Helga)
I feel better for that. I like being back in colour. And I shall return to the wine with renewed vigour. Yippee!