I don't subscribe to the view that you should wear every item of clothing in your wardrobe x times a year (insert randomly prescribed frequency here) or get rid of it.
If I did, this skirt would be long gone; it was hidden on a hanger behind another skirt and I'd forgotten all about it.
I'm pleased to be reunited with those bathing beauties.
1980s skirt - Ebay
T-shirt, cardigan, tights, shoes, belt and bangles - charity shopped
Enough preamble; I guess you want to know about the result of my interview last week?
Alas, my feeling that all was not quite as it should be proved correct, and I didn't get the job. The feedback was positive, so that's something. Still, I'm disappointed, rejection is never a pleasant experience. It's been made a little easier to bear by the outrage expressed on my behalf by so many of my friends; fists have been shaken, feet stamped, and the swearing has been both epic and inventive.
I really do appreciate my friends!
How about a little flamenco action to cheer myself up? Senor Sexy with the crazed glint in his eyes was another rescued item from the charity shop skip...
along with Nell Gwyn...
and Henry VIII with just three of his wives.
Katherine of Aragon, Anne Boleyn, and Katherine Parr, if you're wondering.
Maybe Jane Seymour, Anne of Cleves and Katherine Howard will show up next week.
And I couldn't turn down a vintage Thermos, floral tin or a 1960s Spirograph...
or this 1962 novel with the fabulous cover illustration.
That's Charlie's tail getting in the way. He's killed his first squirrel of the year. I have a feeling there will be many more deaths in our garden before the summer's out...
Minnie's strictly a Lidl cat food kinda gal.
I'm going on a school trip tomorrow as part of the team taking 90 children, aged 5-6, for a day of activities in Ecclesall Woods.
And that, my friends, is as much of a challenge as any interview, so wish me luck!