I'm having a busy week at work, and with it being too cold to do much in the evenings, I don't have much craic. I had a quiet weekend, too. The snow is beautiful, but I like it soooo much better from indoors. We have a great view of snowy Leamington from the flat so I spent basically the entire weekend staying warm indoors. I didn't throw a single snowball, and I didn't make a snow angel. I'm fine with that. I did buy a new coffee maker, though. So there's that. My much beloved one died last year and I bought a cheapo one that sucked. It could only make one cup of coffee no matter how much water or coffee you put in it, and you had to fill the filter right to the top to get more than a sad cup of warm brown water. So I bit the bullet and upgraded, so my weekend was joyously caffeine-filled. Hurrah!
On Saturday afternoon, post-Nana photoshoot, Nic and I headed into town to do some afternoon drinking in Wilde's. It's nice and cosy in there. It had snowed, but the Parade was clear, so I felt safe enough in shoes rather than wellies...
Vintage dress from a secondhand shop in Paris, cardigan from H&M, Jonathan Aston tights and Poetic Licence Backlash shoes
I suppose the Parisian theme of my morning put me in mind of this dress, which I bought in a 'fripes' in Montmartre when Nic and I visited Paris in 2010. I reckon this dress is just about 'vintage' in that it must be from the 80s. It's arguably hideous, but I love it. Like, it's LOUD. I love the way the skirt kicks out, and the shape of the bodice, and the little pockets! As you can probably tell from this photo, I was feeling pretty cold and pulling faces in between takes. Nic complained that I rearranged my face before he pressed the button, so I obliged him. THIS is what I look like most of the time:
It was a gorgeous afternoon. We had drinks with friends before coming back to the flat and settling in with a bottle of cava and a film. The older I get, the more I just want to hibernate when it gets cold. But there were some signs of spring, all the same...
Daffodils in Wilde's
Now I'm going to get these cold hands back underneath the blanket. Night!