Finished and Pressed…

…Notebook Wot I Made.

I should have pictured the inside, which has a lovely neat Stripey Thing That Goes Over The Top Of The Pages (which probably definitely has a name, which I can’t recall).
It was hard enough keeping up with the gluing process, never mind taking notes of the technical names... I had little bits of tissue paper glued to my fingers, nose and ears. (I wish I was joking).
But now I have a beautiful notebook that is far too precious to use for anything other than Gold Plated Musings. (And Possibly Poetry).

I’m packing for my upcoming Course.

I’ve clearly got too much thinking time, because I’m trying to make a whole trip work around two pairs of trousers, one skirt and the same shoes. (Day and Evening).
And now I write it, that sounds considerably more do-able for five days than it feels at present.
(Because of the whole Weather Scenario. Snow? Ice? Clement?…).
How do women EVER look carelessly elegant? (I probably mention this too often because) it’s utterly beyond me. I know myself. I have to settle for accidentally eccentric. ‘Why didn’t someone TELL her?’. (Because she lives with a well-meaning bloke who always says she looks lovely… (Bless). Even when he hasn’t looked up from his crossword puzzle. I did once stand behind him naked, and asked ‘how do I look?’, before I went out, but that’s another, sadly boring, story. (‘Lovely’, obvs).

Onward to packing alterations and preparations.