I ordered some samples in the hope of doing a perfume post today, but no go. The shop hasn’t even communicated whether the little pack has been dispatched.
So, you’re getting a mish-mash of my musings today.
On Friday evening, during the dog walk, I noticed that the honey-house was once again offering a few jars of home-bee’d honey (which I don’t need as we have a jar already); yesterday morning, a house had succulents for sale. I’ve no reason at the moment to buy succulents, so I let those go too.
I am, however, planning to try to root from the beautiful candy pink climbing rose that is next to the front window here, and yesterday morning my small bag of soil arrived (I have no use for a big bag and was finally able to find a very small one). The rose has black fly, so I’m going to have to be careful about cleaning off the stem when I do the rooting. It’s also a true old climber, so has really sharp, closely spaced thorns. It was a fairly late bloomer vs others here and I had to wait a month once the buds appeared to actually see the colour. I have two roses in the house-house garden (both climbers) – one deep red, one bright yellow. I have no need for another rose. But, hey. If I am able to root this one, I will find a space for it.
I was meant to get a haircut yesterday, but clearly that didn’t happen. I’m now developing a tiered colour formation, with darker horizontal stripes and more grey at the top, lighter below, where it’s still got the last round of colour. I’ve trimmed my fringe/bangs, but I’ve decided I’m not interested in doing home colour and I’m certainly not going to have a distracted 18 year old cut my hair (I do his, but I just buzz it with clippers so it’s very short).
I miss the idea of the haircut and the salon, and all the associated sense of luxury. But it’s fine and I’m certainly not stamping my feet and shaking my fists that someone should have to cut my hair.
I have noticed that while I’m ok in lockdown (and will pretty much continue as I have for the past few month going forward), the fantasy yearnings that used to pop into my head for a spur-of-the-moment weekend visit to Paris or Amsterdam (which never happened anyway) have contracted to ‘maybe I should buy an ice cream maker’ or ‘oooh, shall we have takeaway wood oven pizza from the local van on Wednesday or get something from the local pub this weekend, which is offering Sunday roast and burgers’?
I spend a fair amount of time containing the desire for rambling, unnecessary online shopping. My big expenditure (besides paying bills related to the house refurb) is food shopping (though I decided, after braking a cheap glass, I could replace it with a far more pricey and beautiful one from Anthropologie and, of course, I couldn’t pass up a lovely large tea cup and a large flat bowl [see pic]).
I do allow myself visits to the local farm shop for ‘fill-in’ shops (local asparagus; yellow and red striped peppers; fancy nuts; the best yoghurt ever; deeply overpriced dark chocolate with coffee beans). And on the days when I visit the house-house to see if it’s less of a shell I generally stop before-hand at the farm shop to get a decent Latte (I don’t have coffee at home, so it’s a serious treat; everyone carefully social distances in line for the coffee shed).
Otherwise, I spend time on and off over days assembling the online food shop (it’s usually two weeks from one shop to the next as it takes that long to bag a delivery slot, so there’s a lot of time to add, delete, etc). How much protein do we need? Will the weird blueberry cereal my son wants to try be available this time? Why are they always out of washing-up gloves? Can I justify two different types of strawberries?
So, my world has clearly contracted, but I’m ok. How about you? Hoping I’ll have samples for next week’s post.