Now, while I normally get quite huffy about being stereotyped, just occasionally it’s so apt that you’ve just got to go with it. Yes, I am a woman. Yes, I do not work. Yes, I have been known to go to the shops, and yes I meet a friend occasionally.
But, though I know I can't really fight it, I wouldn't be me if I didn't at least try to defend myself from the lady of leisure (LOL, lol!) epithet...
For starters I'm (1) not thin, (2) not tanned and (3) I don’t have more children than hands. From personal observation, these (plus the ubiqitous silent presence of
Don't get me wrong, I've no issues with any of those things, and most people I know fit those criteria. But I'm greedy and Scottish, so the first two are but a gauzy fantasy. And the third? I find that where children are concerned (unlike marshmallows) it is possible to stop after one. That's my philosphy at the moment anyway.
Okay, it's a pretty weak defence, I'll admit that by virtue of my husband’s endless talents and the rules governing my charmingly-named “dependant’s pass”, the three week-day mornings that The Boss goes to preschool are entirely my own. I have become a mistress of pleasing myself, and so I can't deny fitting into that apt pigeonhole: lady of leisure.
(Now now, don't have a go. I get how lucky I am. It hasn't always been this way so, seriously, I GET IT.)
Anyway, today is The Boss’s last morning at nursery before we go back to the UK for a summer trip. So it has been long earmarked for packing. But as all procrastinating jack-of-all-trades know, there are just so many nicer ways to waste the morning, some of them can even be productive... Here are half a dozen that have taken me through ‘til lunch, with some pretty pictures. Now, about this packing. It wouldn’t really be cricket to maybe just… y'know... borrow someone’s maid. Would it?
- Thrashing up and down the pool like a drowning cat. Having never had a swimming lesson in my life, I know I look like an idiot.
- Casting on this shawl I read about on pea soup last night. Immediately after putting The Boss to bed I rushed out for some late-night wool shopping. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only person in the world sitting in a swimming costume in the relative cool of the morning (29C) knitting in 50% angora. Me? Tai tai? Okay, I see it too.
- Looking at the sun.
- Laughing out loud at Recipe Rifle’s Menu Fail page.
- Playing with my friends Orton and Lomo on Picnik.
- Thinking about Nigella’s Vietnamese pork noodle soup from KITCHEN. Thrown together at least once a week and anticipated all day.