Oh, we had the loveliest little break away, D and I.
We travelled in style, top down all the way! The weather was glorious.
Byfords was absolutely charming. It's a boutique-style hotel with a restaurant and a deli.
Byfords sits in the middle of Holt and is absolutely surrounded by gift and antique shops.
Our favourite place was the Antiques Emporium (thanks for the tip Top Chelsea Girl!). It was like a tardis - room after room stuffed to the rafters with vintage-everything. If only our boot space wasn't limited, I'd have ended up bringing home chimney pots for the garden, a Lloyd Loom chair, a dresser-full of crockery and an armful of linens but I was more than happy to settle for my Sylvac spaniel ...
Note to self, return to Holt next year in a pick-up truck! ;-)
So, in a nutshell, we ate, drank, shopped, chatted, drank, laughed, ate, shopped and ate some more!
It was soooo good to spend some quality time together.
I came back home slightly more chubsy and definitely a little bit more in love with my gorgeous husband!
Before I go, I haven't forgotten my 100 post giveaway ... news to follow shortly. In the meantime, guess what came in the post today ..?
I've only had a quick flick through so far but, without spoiling your pleasure, it looks every bit as good as the first issue!
Other than a grotty cold (me, courtesy of Blondie daughter), all's well here.
I'd like to take you back (20-ahem-something years) to my school days if I may and tell you about my English Literature teacher, Mrs Thomas, also my form teacher. She was small, dumpy, bespectacled, highly intelligent and completely self-obsessed. She used to like the sound of her own voice so much that she had permanent froth around her mouth - you know, at the corners? The only make-up she wore was crimson lipstick (which made the froth more obvious). She had extremely short cropped brown hair and ginormous bosoms. I don't think she ever liked me. I certainly didn't like her. The fact that she inflicted Chaucer on me was reason enough. I used to while away her lessons marvelling with fascination/repulsion that she had managed to find a husband who was happy to 'do it' with her - and only her - for the rest of his life.
Anyway, Mrs Thomas used to consistently say of me "Heather has the inability to be succinct. She is far too flowery."
She used to use a thick red pen to strike through the 'irrelevant' parts of my paragraphs, leaving only the bare facts.
Ok, so maybe I do chunter on a little but that's no bad thing surely?
Back to now, since we last spoke, I have been doing a little bit of this and a little bit of that. The danger is though, you see, it having been a while since I posted, I am tempted to drone on a bit and regale you with the unnecessary and uninteresting. So, with Mrs Thomas and her enormous boobies in mind, (wherever you are you old ratbag), I give you an unflowery and succinct recap on what I've been up to in the last week ...
A little DIY ...
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd remind you that I'd bought this lovely shelf unit last summer from a local house sale for the princely sum of £10. Up until this week, it has been languishing unloved in our garage. I thought I'd best rescue it before D starts putting his man gubbins on it!)
Some thrifting ...
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd say that my heart skipped a beat when I spotted this Aynsley china posy to add to my ever-expanding collection; it's in such beautiful condition.)
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd tell you that I love, love, love this little jug. The price? 20p from a car boot sale! Are the flowers dog roses?)
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd let you know that this is actually a pair of vintage handmade curtains. There must be about 4 metres of fabric and, at £1.99, I couldn't not buy them!)
A trip to the hairdresser ...
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd tell you that I ALWAYS have highlights put in in May, I call it my 'summer hair'. I've gone more copper than blond this year.)
Done a little crochet ...
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd say that I was making slow but steady progress with my dear old blanket. I've done 28 rows and am aiming for about 100. The Sublime Baby Cashmere is a complete dream to crochet.)
Had some treats in the post ...
(If I weren't being succinct, I'd tell you that lovely Lynda, Hookin With LaaLaa, and I have done a little pressie swapsie. She mentioned that she loved a particular pair of my handmade earrings so I sent her some and she, in turn, sent me the most wonderful package of goodies. So wonderful, in fact, it is worthy of it's own blog post.)
Phew, it's hard being succinct.
See ya. (If I weren't being succinct, I'd wish you all a fantabulous weekend, I'd thank all new followers for deeming me worthy and say that I love reading each and every comment even if I am a little behind in replying personally.)
PS. My name is Heather and I am incapable of being succinct. Up yours Mrs T.