So this will be a lazy post - so lazy in fact that I cannot even be bothered editing & ordering the images or apologising for the close-up of my toes or the medium close-up of me straight out of a bath and into THE onesie*... the one that was bloomin pricey but had the ever essential "bottom flap" (which I consider nothing short of ESSENTIAL given that the whole point of a onesie is to remain cocooned and how then do you achieve this when it's time to take a twinkle???)
It's mid-winter school holidays (or break or vacation whichever you prefer) here peoples. That means we stay in bed late when we can - and we conduct ourselves as sloth like as is allowed before life truly gets in the way. We have the bush radio on most of the day whilst crafting, we venture out to feed the chickens and walk the dog, drink lots of tea which we accompany with sugary treats and allow the pooch to act as lap warmer whenever possible.
School/study is going very well. My lovely tutor allows me a day of work experience in her shop as well (which I looooooove) and the practice is making all the difference. We have exams coming up so I have to squeeze study in to the sloth timetable ... as well as a few "Mother-Son Milkshake & Soy-Chai-Latte Dates"
Yes... life is looking pretty horizontal here in the hills peoples. It's all about squeezing out every drop of hedonism the day has to offer and making zero excuses for it. After all what else is a vacation for?
Now if you'll excuse me I need to make some hot chocolate and fish out some knitting... and possibly emerge from the onesie so that it can be washed.
* I have desired, dreamed and wished for a Onesie for most of my life. I first spotted one on Little House on the Prairie - when I asked my mum why they didn't make pee-jays like that anymore she laughed... whereas I was being serious. It seemed like the most logical outfit for any cold winter climate and I adored the fact that someone had the genius to incorporate a "loo-flap" - after all who wants to strip halfway in the middle of the night? It's bad enough that the toilet seat is like an ice-block! Are these thoughts just mine or do I share a camaraderie with other "onesie wearers" out there?
♥♥♥♥
PS - I mastered the paper crane... sans a swear word. Not sloth-like but noteworthy.
6 comments:
Your radio is beautiful! and I am so glad you have your onesie. It looks like the perfect thing for cool weather. I'm glad you are enjoying your wonderful vacation!
Only you could call a post lazy and still include an essay in it!! Love you and your onesie Fras:)!
I'm so glad you like the music. I can't quit listening to it. With the boys gone and Mike at work, I get first dibs at the music all day long and I just keep playing it.
Evening lovely- glass of wine in hand here- bout to devour a perfectly winter leg-o-lamb...
You in your onesie...me in my oldest, most fave proper wool handmade jumper and converse {trying to keep it cool ...hmmmm!} ....
I think you need to move over the back fence- I'll let you have some of my garden vege plot if you do...is bribery ok on school holidays?? ;)
M xx
PS- Snap on the BUSH x
PPS- Radio
I love this post and I love the snap of you. Sloth may be one of the Deadly Sins, if so..I am going to Hell. Good for you and also hand claps loud and clear that you are loving your class.
In this country, I believe the Onesie is called a Union Suit, outfitted with "an access hatch, a drop seat or a fireman's flap". Don't you just love that? I am sure that I had one as a wee girl..even in Hawaii. I am going to have to get me one. AND, I want a Bush Radio. That would totally ring my chimes.
Love to you.
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