So it seems I may be starting to emerge from the pits of despair. I haven't been around an awful lot lately due to feeling, well, absolutely deathly dreadful, not to put to fine a point on it.
Under careful monitoring I have been slowly reintroduced to medication which seems to have started to take effect and I am at long last starting to feel human again. I'm not yet fully back to the old me, but then who knows if that will ever happen again. We change and learn and grow. But I'm taking baby steps, as it were, which will do for now.
Among the 'normal' activities I have resumed of late have been putting on make up, dying my hair and buying clothes... and actually bothering to photograph myself wearing them. All bargains of course, like this cardigan which was £2.50 from the charity shop. I think its quite reminiscent of the 1940's in style and colour. Not that you can see the colour in any depth in these rubbishy iphone pics taken in my kitchen after dark
Speaking of my kitchen, I have also gone into declutter overdrive which has meant a cull of nearly half of all my vintage crockery and knick knacks. All boxed up and taken to the charity shop. Here are my stripped down kitchen shelves
I do love a tidy kitchen, don't you?
Not much else going on really, other than major household renovations which have meant the mister and I sleeping on the sofabed for the last 4 nights. It'll all be worth it in the end. At least that's what I keep telling myself.