Since I’ve updated.
What has been happening. Oh bits and bobs here and there. Nothing really significant.
This time last year, I had well and truly finished my Christmas prep. Everything purchased, everything wrapped, all decorations out!
PROOF!! <<<<< Here go visit.
This year. . . . . . . cue the cicadas.
To be fair, I have purchased a few chrissy presents. And last night we finally moved the fridge from the lounge room to its home in the kitchen. I even washed the entire thing out. So thankful for the last minute sink change as it made it easy to wash the shelves.
It is looking like a proper regular family kitchen! NO!!!!!!! no no no no no. Not at all what I want it to look like. MAGAZINE PEOPLE!! LOL. A girl can dream can’t she?
Husband grouted the kitchen last week in light grey. Still yet to do the perimetre with the caulking stuff. . . silicone whatsy.
It is positivity bare in my fridge. Well, at least there is champagne!
This is where the Christmas tree will go this year. It looked nice in the bay window last year, but I have no room to move the settee, because where it got moved to last time is where Audrey’s playpen now resides.
We got our french doors installed.
My husband’s family farm have started producing eggs!!! Oh my, I have waited for this day when they casually mentioned they would build a coop and get some chickens.
And they are herbs from my garden and the first pick of tomatoes that we grew!!!!
The third egg was for Audrey to try. I poached it too.
They came to visit the other day to see the kitchen and for me to cook them a thank you dinner! My mother in law brought me these gorgeous hydrangeas from their garden and the EGGS!!!!!!!!!!!
This photo was taken before, but I forgot to add it to the last post before hitting publish.
Here is a close up of that adorable face
NAWWWWW. The bed has now been lowered!
She is standing up ALL.THE.TIME now. That is my lil rapper!!
She can nearly reach those knobs. Heaven help me!
Popped these 4 stockings in the post the other day as well as some of my white envelopes.
I’m at war with bricks and mortar shops! Especially our so called department stores. Customer service down the toilet. Standards too!
How glamourous is this store??? Please, I would just love to rest my feet in that chair after spending so much of my time and money in your store. Thank you for graciously accommodating my needs.
This is what happened to me at David Jones on Saturday after work. They are having a sale, it is Saturday, the lead up to Christmas!! The entire floor was EMPTY of anyone working for David Jones except one check out and I stood behind the current person and waited 28 minutes!!!!!!!! The woman in front of me was laybying the entire shop and they were arguing about the rules of lay by etc etc and I was interupting, asking her to please ring someone or find someone. Then to ring the manager, but she was brushing me off. So I rang the store from INSIDE the store.
Then there was a queue behind of about 5 people. Normally I dump my crap and walk out in a huff. But I spent ages selecting these items and getting the right size and I get such little time to myself, I wasn’t doing it.
Eventually a manager was sent down. And I was like, lady where the heck are all your staff?? It is tumbleweeds in here. She didn’t have an answer for me.
This keeps happening to me. You think, ok a couple more minutes, just need to pay and then I can get on my merry way. . . . . no. Didn’t you budget in 45 minutes to pay?
Aldi and ikea are the worst!! Target too. Oh and Kmart while we are at it. TERRIBLE. They don’t put on enough staff.
You are probably all wondering what is going on with my banquette??? Well, I need a spare set of hands, that is where my husband comes in to help, but he just hasn’t got the time at the moment to help and I have been exhausted. You can see it in the french door pic above. It is resting on our coffee table. We’ll get there. We have to get it done and out of the road so I can start on decorating for Christmas!!!!!
(The mantle isn’t even fixed yet. . . . 8 months. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . )
I’ve sewn all these beautiful stockings and no mantle to hang.
Woe is me.