the dresser

my children have discovered shopping, dresses, shoes, make up and all those kinds of things that were considered "boring" only 6 months ago. Like every day in the school holidays, I'm supposed to both work and provide entertainment/supervision for three children. One of them is now perfectly big enough to be ignored for two weeks - I just make sure she gets seen once a day and hasn't rotted away in bed with her head in a book. The younger two need more entertainment and supervision. They've done all kinds of things - like horse riding, photo course, cooking course, play morning, coming to the office with me, housework (ha ha), theatre course.....and, today, they did something I've loved doing ever since I was old enough to. I needed to spend a few hours in our German office chatting to a colleague (I think it's called "a meeting", if one wants to be poncy about it) so, on the way into town I threw the children (all three) out of the car with some money and arranged a pick up point....

When I was a child we used to go to Swansea, it was the nearest town that had exciting shops - i.e. chain stores - that sold fashionable clothes. Back in the depths of darkest Pembrokeshire we only had hippy shops, farmer's coops and the kind of shops that sell old lady corsets and chipshop lady tabards. Shoe shops sold sensible shoes and we could, of course, buy school uniform....

Even though I generally spend my life wearing the scruffiest and dirtiest of clothes, I do love clothes and shoes and handbags and stuff and have been known to squeal like a girl when presented with the right pair of shoes. My life-style is far too sensible for that kind of thing and so I have very little outlet for the side of me that (not very) secretly would rather dress like a bad taste Christmas tree.

Here we have the new dresses and the dresser.......and very beautiful they all are too.