It's almost quiet here. If you don't count the car alarm, the washing machine and the Duran Duran belting out of the radio. I've found the most fabulous kitsch radio station - mostly 80s and 90s music. Right now it's Flashdance! Ah, flashbacks... It's like a slightly less cool version of Guilty Pleasures, current stars of my iPod Hit Parade.
My bro has just left, it was lovely to see him although I had to work most of the time that he was here. Plus he brought us the world's best cheese - well, certainly Ireland's finest.
I have the house to myself for about an hour before I have to finish tidying, and packing for our holiday. We're going camping. I must have been deranged when I agreed to it, mind you where we're going in Spain will be marginally cooler than here tomorrow, but only because we're expecting 37 degrees in London. Of course there's news reports on how the roads are going to melt and the unions are asking employers to let staff wear their own clothes tomorrow 'so that they'll be cooler, and then the air-conditioning can be turned down which will help the environment' - oh puhlease. In Espana, it's going to be in the low 30s all week, and we're going to a music festival. I'm tremendously excited about seeing Scissor Sisters but the rest of the line up is a bit disappointing. (Can't I stay here and keep listening to Ace of Base? Wow, I'd completely forgottten them - probably just as well) But I've decided that the now low risk of musical overstimulation is actually dandy, as it will mean that rather than running about like loons from stage to stage, we'll take it at a slower pace, with our friends and are going to take a side-trip to Valencia. We'll be able to chill out and relax. Well, if they can convince any local restaurant to let me stay in their walk-in freezer, that is. Otherwise I'll be slathered in Factor 5000 and periodically dipped in the sea/pool as I try avoid migrating from my normally pale blue skin to any shade of lobster. But hey, it's sea, sun, sand and... singing? And then two nights in a posh spa hotel, hurray!
So it's vanilla ice cream, simple and lovely. Keep cool, no stress, no overplanning and a devil-may-care sensibility. And try to avoid melting. And eat ice cream! That's the general aim for the rest of the summer too, now that the majority of the social madness of hens and stags, weddings, christenings, is winding down. Lazy days ahead...
I finally almost finished* a dress for Sew Retro, but will probably redo some of the seams so that the zip (basted in but not sewn) fits better. Oh, and I'll obviously hem it. And sew in the straps - I'm so not finished this dress, mutter mutter... but I really like it. And it's really flattering, and it made me smile instinctively when I put it on. Can you really ask more than that? It's not perfect but eh, so what. It's got character. It's got potential. Just being motivated to press on is enough, really. Really.
Have fun in the sun (if it's your hemisphere's summertime). See you soon...
*me post something that actually ~is~ finished? Oh now, I think the heat is getting to you...
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