Wayne Cooper silk tulip skirt, blouse from JJ markets, Wittner ‘Ciara’ patent heels, vintage bag, pearls from India.

Whenever I sit down to write a Friday post, there’s something about the exercise that is so calm and soothing, therapeutic almost, that I seem to blank out and daydream off into the weekend’s potential happenings instead. Even when I manage to snap back and regain focus on the task on hand, I know it’s futile and that I will have no deep or meaningful musings to offer.

My head is off in the clouds and I can’t shake it down to earth. As I sit here, I seem to have developed this curious compulsion to sway side to side and belt out a Spice Girls number (it required a lot of restraint not to do so).  Do you ever have one of those days where all you want to do is run off to the closest green meadow (or catch a lift there – for the urbanites amongst us, it’s a fair distance to run), skip around, maybe even pull a Julie Andrews, and spend the day doing nothing but make daisy garlands and where one is at your disposal, dance around a huge maypole? I know these silly allusions just went from British to Austrian to Swedish, with an over-evading Bollywood presence, but hopefully the feeling is universal enough to spare the (lack of) geographical reasoning from crucifixion.

What’s interesting and perhaps a little sad is that what we have in stall for the weekend does not include any of the above. We have a lovely dinner planned with friends at Tony Bilson’s Numer One tonight, with the usual photo-centric open book weekend to follow. Our days off are usually spent in cafe’s, shops and the occasional hairdresser but seldom in vast expanses of green nothingness secluded enough to frolic in the sun and engage in the carefree activities that were the centres of our worlds all those years ago. I’m now quite determined to make an adventure out of raiding an unfortunate national park somewhere and ‘wowing’ the trees with my sprightly rendition of Doe, a deer, a female deer… ray, a drop of golden sun…

On that sunny note, I’d like to wish everyone a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious weekend with lots of fun times, be they adolescent or adult and with or without rolling hills.

Also a huge congratulations is due to the beautiful Hannah from Patch of Tulips for winning the Victorian necklace giveaway I held a number of weeks ago. I can’t wait to see it on you!