Drat.
I’ve just realised that I went to see my newest niece (6 months) today and totally failed to take a picture of her. I was far too busy playing with her, chatting to my lovely big sis (who I don’t see anywhere near often enough, much like the rest of my family) and generally hanging out.
On a completely different track, I need a hat.
I thought I’d found the perfect hat. It is a dark grey cloche which looked lovely until I put it on. The husband made mutterings about Miss Marple and to be fair, I could see his point. Big sis went and found a red cloche that she had which she thought would look nice on me but by then the Miss Marple seed had been sown and I just couldn’t see it on me.
The boy, however, looked fab in it and not at all Marple-ish
He looks beautiful! A perfect sleuth. A deer-stalker next, I think.