The cleaners have been for the first time this week. Whilst it was a bit odd to sit and type as they dashed around with hoovers and stood on windowsills (I kept feeling as though I ought to help), it has been so nice to sit down in the evenings and know that there is nothing for us to do. Well, OK, the ironing pile in the spare room may have reached mountainous proportions but no-one irons stuff these days, right?
So we had J this weekend and it's been kind of fun. We had vouchers for Pizza Express on Friday night (50% off all main meals - hurrah for having a husband with a voucher fetish) - have you tried the melanzane parmigiana? OMG it's delish. That and a glass of pink wine started my weekend off very nicely. On Saturday we chilled out at home. I made a lasagna from Jamie Oliver's Ministry of Food cookbook. It took me three [effing] hours to make from start to finish. I so badly wish I'd taken photos of it because it looked beautiful all golden and bubbly in its big pan, with the big sliced tomatoes and freshly picked basil leaves. Served up on the plate, though, it could quite easily have passed for a plate of vomit. It was ridiculously watery (probably because I got over-excited with the food mixer and accidentally pureed the celery and onion that was only meant to be finely chopped). The cheesy sauce mixed in with the tomato sauce giving the whole thing a kind of pale pink hue and the cubed carrots just added to the overall 'vom' effect. We still ate it, it tasted quite good, but we all seemed to take it in turns snorting with laughter as we ate. Good job I'm not sensitive about my inability to cook.
Happily we went out for lunch today and put away huge piles of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. I took the opportunity to wear a favourite pair of heels and thought I'd show you:
I don't know what those two little lines on my right leg are... do you see them? Just on the front of my ankle? I hope they aren't veins. Do you get varicose veins on the front of your ankles? I don't notice the front of my ankles generally because I don't pay attention to them but now I'm obsessing slightly (I'm really far too vain (vein, ha!) to take such close up photos of myself, I should know this)... anyway... you can't see the veins (or whatever they are) in this pic:
Love the platform. Love the heel. Love the snakeskin effect leather. ( I like a snake effect shoe. I have these, a pair of court shoes which I shared here, a pair of flat strappy sandals and a pair of flat pointy ballet pumps.) Also love that they strap firmly onto my feet and feel sturdy-ish (I am useless at walking in heels so not sure why I own so many pairs).
I wore them with a khaki linen jumpsuit that I picked up in Next a little while ago:
I am not sure how I feel about jumpsuits. I know that they are a bit 80s but I was too young to wear them then, favouring Snoopy sloppy joe sweaters and bleached denim instead. I like that it's an easy decision of what to wear in the morning and the elasticated waist makes it a good choice for a slap-up lunch date. But I did feel kind of 'LOOK AT ME!' and I certainly don't like having to strip right off just to go for a wee. Still, it was cool and comfortable and I like to give these things a whirl. Not sure I'll wear it again.
Off now to catch up on some blog reading before bed. Have a happy week my lovely blog chums.