I decided last week that Mr Kitsch and I needed a bit more fun and niceness in our lives. As you may have gathered from my earlier post, we were in the doldrums, mojos gone AWOL, and feeling Very Sorry For Ourselves (in an Eeyore voice).
So our first impulse buy of fun was on a trip to Waitrose, where we bought some ridiculously expensive cakes. I know it's silly, but ever since these beautiful, colourful French macaroons started appearing in glossy magazines, I have been lusting after them. I was kinda hoping to go to Ladurée patisserie in Paris, but Waitrose in Bristol will have to do. I got the box of mini macaroons, Mr Kitsch got the exquisite petits fours. (They were a new range by some celebrity chef whose name I can't remember.) Yum yum!
I also got this dolly from the charity shop last week, for no other reason than she made me smile. Hasn't she got the cheekiest face?
We'd been invited to a family party in Cardiff on Friday, and I was dithering about it all week. Would my back be bad after a car journey? Should I stay at home? Eventually I decided that even if I was in a bit of pain, it was better to get out and have some fun. I took a lot of ibuprofen and we stayed overnight with Mr Kitsch's relatives and had a day out in Cardiff on Saturday. It was great to have extra time with Mr K.'s family, browse the shops, and then have dinner with Mr K's cousin in Pontypool on the way home.
I especially enjoyed meeting a lovely guinea pig called Robinson, with whom I bonded very closely. It was only when she wee'd on my lap that I reluctantly put her back in her cage. Can you get Tena Lady for guinea pigs, I wonder?
So we're slowly putting a bit more colour back into our lives after a dreary time. Yay!