trench

Eagle-eyed Kristy spotted that, despite my whining on twitter about how I just couldn't find one that fits, I am indeed wearing a trench in this post

The thing is, it doesn't bloody fit. It almost fits*, but it's a 'petite' and despite being a skinny wench, I'm not petite. I'm 5ft7. So the waist of said trench sits up around my ribs, which is seriously uncomfortable. It also doesn't cover my butt and the sleeves are short. Which in my opinion does not a trench make.

("Why the hell did you buy it?" you may well ask, well I needed a jacket to brighten up a funeral outfit and I had all of 20 minutes to buy one. And despite it not really fitting, I kind of like it. But it's not a trench.)

A trench, since you ask, should cover your backside. Or possibly not, if it has full length sleeves. It should also button right up to the throat when necessary. When it is short and it leaves your arms and décolletage bare to the elements it does not make good rainwear, and that, my friends is the raison d'être of a trench. In Scotland at least.

In New York the point was just to stay reasonably warm on the chillier days and not wear grey for the entire trip. And so I wore it lots.

*of course now it doesn't fit me at all. Not one little bit.

{girl plus boots plus bag plus nottrench on the MET steps (yes, I might have been pretending to be Blair Waldorf, what of it?) by N.}

Spooked

To conclude Materialistic Monday, my best lady Celia emailed me:

'when i think of your house, i imagine it looks a lot like this.'

I wish.

One day, when we're done worrying if we're going to starve this winter, I'm going to buy this print and I'm going to stare at it all day.

{Spooked, by My Folk Lover}

Sylvester the cat

(I'm on a roll with the 'things I want to buy' posts.

Let's call it materialistic Monday shall we?)

N won't let me have a cat because they kill all the good things we want in our garden (we don't *have* a garden, but one day we will and then it will have good things in it) like birds that sing and voles that burrow and frogs that hop in ponds. Or if it were a cat anything like N's childhood monster (uh, I mean pussycat) seagulls and pheasants and the occasional sheep.

So I'm having one of these instead...

...because it makes me laugh (does that make me a big git?)

*Sylvester Bird Nesting Box, from Urban Outfitters, via The Scotsman newspaper.

Bunny bean

I'm not entirely sure what this* is, but I like it.

*it's called a miniature bunny bean. That's enough for me.

{image courtesy of ashleyg}

Two

Dudes, we're having two of these. TWO.

I think we're kind of lucky.

*photo by Lillian and Leonard Wedding Photography (uh...us) from Lisa and James' wedding which was full of killer kids. Break dancing five year old anyone?

tadpoles and toes

An aside from panics and fears and big stuffs.

Some pictures from a week or so in the life of me, him, them and the rabbit. Just to remind myself that life is really quite wonderful, however many panics and fears there are.

Duvet time with the wabbit. He looks like he disapproves but he loves duvet time more than carrots and cardboard boxes.

N tadpole spotting in our not-so-local-but-very-big-and-has-horses park. We go twice a week to see if they've grown legs yet. Legs seems like an awful big milestone and we don't want to miss it.

BABY CHINCHILLA!! No, not wild in our local park (we live in Scotland people). But there is a greenhouse with a selection of creepies and crawlies and scalies and one or two fluffies. I love the fluffies best.

The whole family (I'm wearing shorts, promise. You just can't see them over my great big belly). This sums up our little family at the moment; N looks serious while he researches something (wallpapering, plastering, tiling, pushchair suspension) on the internet, I contemplate how much longer I will be able to see my toes and the rabbit looks on suspiciously.

N and I got all fancied up (ie, we showered) last week to go for afternoon tea. We were given a voucher for a swanky cafe for our first wedding anniversary. It's about 8 weeks from our second.

It's been so warm and stuffy and our tap water is coming out at room temperature so every night I've been filling a glass bottle with water and putting it in the fridge. Last night I could smell fresh mint in the kitchen so I shoved some in. Then I thought some lime would be nice with that. It was only when I was checking to see if we had ice cubes I realised I was subconsciously trying to turn my bottle of water into a mojito.