Continuing along this clothesline of thought...
'So, what's she wearing nowadays?' I hear you girls ask. Has she completely swapped her Theory/Malandrino/Marc Jacobs wardrobe for gumboots and mille-fleur patterned dresses?
Well, not quite.
Admittedly, I do own a pair of gumboots, but they're from Cath Kidston and really cute :-)

Anyway, the sun's out and it's nice and hot today. The sky is the kind of pure blue you normally only get to see in California. This is good. We're having a BBQ in our garden later today. Nothing fancy, just a couple of close friends, my husband and myself. My hubby has already gone and bought two crates of beer, as there's going to be a lot of rejoicing over Germany's victory football match last Wednesday night. (atleast among the menfolk)
And us ladies?
Oh, we'll be busy discussing the latest 'KitchenAid' model, I'm sure. Honestly. Would I kid you?

Cheers.

Green is my favourite colour

It's the end of June; the start of the summer holidays in this region, and I still can't get over how green and lush the garden looks at this time of year; the right flank is overflowing with roses and clematis and great big rhododendron are blooming on the left. I used to live in one of the high-rise blocks you can see in the picture, and the only green patch I ever saw was the mold that grew in the top corner of my shower cubicle!
When I first came here I actually had an aversion to grass - much like neurotic TV-detective Adrian Monk. Now I own a vegetable patch.
Watching my plants grow is very meditative and soothing to the mind. It's also quite rewarding harvesting the produce - and to think that I used to consider that plastic-wrapped supermarket stuff fresh!

So, tell me. How many of you have secretly always wanted to grow your own veggies?