Days off are precious. To be treasured. Stretched out and every second savoured. More than one in a row and its extra special. When i do have a few days off, i am so very easily pleased. I simply just love burying myself in time. Time, time, time and more time to just dilly dally along at my own speed (which contrary to popular belief is not always one squillion miles per hour. That is just MMPH - Monsoon Miles Per Hour), taking everything in and sleeping and waking when i please.
I dont need fancy pants surroundings, or to spend alot of money, or to be busy every single second. I quite enjoy just spending my time. Not rushing and racing through everything at break neck speed, bruising my knees and elbows as i go. I spend 99.9% of my life missing it all - all the little things, the precious little things that time brings; because i am constantly going, being or doing something.
This week the Spring sun shone and it just made everything better. Everything the sun tickled, smiled. The world is brighter, happier and more special with just a few rays of sunshine - even if you do have to wait for Jack Frost to melt away before you brave it mitten-less. It was a few days to be brighter, bring Spring inside with fresh flowers; enjoy the smell of wet morning grass and layer up in the brightest things imaginable and spend long afternoons curled up with trifle and new magazines.
On the days where clouds were inevitable, it meant it was excusable to spend longer in bed; to tidy up - wash linen and enjoy its soapy soft perfume filling our little somewhere. And for freshly washed hair; the beginning of new books and treats in softer colours - and for cuddles.
Oh and a 'hello and how do you do?' to a Hawaiian print dress. Not loopy. Thoughtfully pondered and considered for a good few weeks now. And totally and completely wearable with brown clunky ankle boots and a massive oversized chunky cream jumper and tights.
Sometimes a gal can have a little too much time on her hands...