Along with the surprising realisation that I would really have liked to be a florist a couple of other new things have come about this week. Firstly, next year I will make a rag rug. We don't have any proper flooring in the living room (can't decide what to go for) so we have a mish mash of rugs, not in a beautiful cool magazine house way just in a "it's what we had in" way. Plus I'd like to make a rag rug.
Wore some of my new things out on Saturday and felt great.
A new thing arrived last night, a real tree. We have never experienced a real tree at home before, either as small folk or as adults. Every year we say we're going to have one and every year we talk ourselves out of it due to the cost. Not this year. Last night we headed out and bought one. The house smells amazing! Yes it probably is a waste of money but I don't care, it's a beautiful thing, even if it is just in a bucket of water with no baubles on at the minute.
The pretty new only-three-weeks-in thing is today at the charity shop. First week I was really bored, then skipped a week due to lack of communication, last week was ok, I neither loved nor hated it - plus the nasty woman totally ignored me so I was happy about that, saves me having to involve myself with any unpleasantness. So this week who knows, I'm not not looking forward to it so that's good and maybe I will be unleashed on the till this week. Won't that be exciting.