Wednesday 19th September

I love this time of year and I particularly love conkers. I love their prickly shells and the beauty of the shiny brown conker within. My 10yo loves to collect them. He keeps them in his school bag where they tend to fester for the next 12 months lol.

It reminded me of the time that I was cooking with Lydia and how I nearly poisoned the family.

I used to use a whizzy gadget to chop up onions. Lydia loves to help in the kitchen. At the age of 3 she would stand on her stool by my side. It was conker season and she had found a baby conker! I was making spaghetti and chopping up onions in super whizzy gadget. I turned to get something, then did some more whizzing. Unfortunately things looked a bit green with brown bits! Light gradually dawned…..

Me: Lydia what have you done with baby Conker?

Lydia: I put him in the whizzy thing Mummy…….

Arrrrraaggggggghhhhh

Sunday 16th September

Lovely afternoon spent blackberry picking in the warmth of the Autumn sunshine. Managed to avoid getting stung by the nettles. Have picked enough to make some lovely crumbles during the winter.

Reminds me of how we used to go blackberry picking on Epsom common 40 years ago. The smell of jam and bramble jelly cooking on the stove used to fill the house. In the garden we used to have 3 or 4 apple trees as well as pear trees. I remember Dad storing the apples in drawers in the brick shed with paper in between to stop them rotting. I never know which is my favourite season but Autumn is certainly a special time of year.

Saturday 15th September

I have always had a passion for pretty underwear even as a young girl in my teens. My chest of drawers would be stuffed to the gunnels with knickers, bras, teddies, suspenders. You name it…I probably had it.

Then I had my two children and afterwards I threw most of it away. My body had changed….I had changed…most of it didn’t fit any more. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror.

Gradually my interest has returned, but it’s taken a different path….a more interesting one I think. I am absolutely in love with vintage. Etsy and eBay have been real eye openers. I have underwear pieces now from the Edwardian period, the 40’s and also the 50’s.

I can quite understand why women of the 50’s wore a panty girdle. If you’ve had kids you’ll know why lol.

It’s bit of history for me and yes some of the pieces that I’ve bought I have actually worn. I think they have a little bit of sauciness about them (or perhaps it’s the person who’s wearing them lol). You can’t help but feel very feminine and a bit flirty once you’ve squeezed yourself into your panty girdle and net petticoat lol…..

Thursday 13th September

Have been having a real ball recently with vintage purchases on Etsy and EBay. Many a happy hour have I spent scrolling my way down endless search items. Saw a lovely tin bath…but nowhere to put it (sigh….).

….and now they’re all beginning to arrive, courtesy of Hermes or Royal Mail 2nd Class! Ding…ding….ooops….there goes the doorbell again lol ….

Sunday 9th September

Whilst putting the washing away I got to pondering that “my smalls” were not as small as they once were. In fact my knicker coverage appears to have increased as I’ve got older.

Once upon a time my cupboard was filled with tiny lace thongs and frilly pants. Alas that is no longer the case. In fact I need more drawer space to accommodate my increasing size of “drawers”.

My preference these days is for the fuller cut brief. The pants that hold everything in and gives support in the right places. Ones that keep your bum warm, your bits covered and tummy supported. Let’s face it you can hardly tuck a vest into a thong can you?

So my days of flicking lovingly through the Agent Provocateur catalogue are long gone. Now I like to settle down with Damart….and a glass of sherry…………

Friday 7th September

Popped down the road this morning to the Post Office. Had usual trawl of the charity shops as that is all that we have apart from Hairdressers and Barbers! Tried on a really lovely dress. Fitted well, really flattering, lovely colour….only one drawback….it was a trifle see-through. Reluctantly put it back on the rack….I don’t thing the people of Buckinghamshire are quite ready to see the colour of my knickers…not yet anyway lol

Oh to be 20 again….or 30….or even 40….in fact anytime pre-kids lol