Hi, dear readers. Well, we're passed the middle of October and storming at breakneck speed
into November (quite literally for some poor souls, my heart goes out to them).
Life is so fast-moving at the moment, so fast that I don't seem to take it all in.
I had one of those blogger blocks today.
I sat at my laptop and thought, what on earth have I been doing this past week?
Fortunately my essential aide memoire was to hand. My photo folders. Oh how vital are these visual prompts and my blogger's diary these days. Otherwise I wouldn't remember what I did yesterday.
The camera doesn't lie and it tells me that last Thursday I wore this.
Black pencil skirt, black/grey striped top, Gabor anklies, batik silk scarf. The latter is from a charity shop so yippee, that sneaks me in for one of dear Terri's 2nd Loved linkups, which I'll post here.
Oh yes, you perhaps noticed that I slipped on a biker jacket too.
Yeah, yeah ... I hear you - I didn't pack one. But I keep a few things over here to dip into and this was a dip that filled me with excited anticipation. It's a £14 Primani find.
I have to say, darlings, that I was very pleased with this little outfit. I felt really good in it.
I'm sorry the pics aren't the best, TP must have been having a down-day (but, my dear reader Anne, they will get better!)
I felt that my little outfit deserved a proper outing, so I took me and it out for tea at the pretty
It was actually tea for three. For this pretty peacock strutted his stuff alongsIde whilst I drank a prosecco on the terrace, taking in the glorious colour that is the autumn afternoon sunlight. It was beautifully warm, so the jacket came off and I sipped elegantly, feeling the love - of nature, wildlife and our beautiful October Indian summer.
Not satisfied with watching me sip my bubbly, Mr P also decided to join us for tea - he stepped tentatively over the threshold of the front door ... !
The restaurant was beautifully set up and fit for, errr, a peacock!
Tea was served in the pretty conservatory. My pics don't do the scrummy scones, the bird or the place the justice they deserve. I must have been on a down-day too.
So I leave you in the competent hands of the Powder Mills' camera pros ...
Join me on the drive up to the Powder Mills.
Be struck by the beauty of its pretty wisteria.
Get chummy with the locals.
Wander around its pretty gardens.
Stroll inside and feast your eyes on the décor ...
Then say goodbye to this fine fella ...
The peacock, at Powder Mills.
And to ...
the peacock, at Orsett Hall, by Tricia Gould (the Designers' Guild).
Now, I hope I don't bore you with hotel interiors, dears, it's just that I do admire a good bit of décor and I'm hoping some of you do too.
And finishing where I started off (before my ramblings!) ... biker jackets. I can't believe how useful they are and how much I am having a blast wearing them. Perhaps you are feeling the biker jacket love too? When I recently posted a biker jacket outfit, bloggerTerri's wonderful reminiscing got me reminiscing myself. This song sprang to mind, so thanks Terri for taking me back about 45 years to when my cousin first introduced me to this little ditty.
I hope I don't bore you with my music pastes either, it's just that I do admire a good song too.
singing talking The Motorcycle Song. Please do give it a listen!
So that's one of the things I've been up to, folks. Now I'm off to my photo folders to refresh my addled memory on what else I've been doing recently!
A la perchoine.