Since the arrival of the newest Cublet, I've been properly hibernating. Living life slightly a la Waynetta Slob. I've spent two months in pyjamas. Night and day. Maybe a tracksuit bottom for a good day/special occasion. I've had Nashville on on a loop, pesto pasta for every meal and all forms of self-beautification felt like a far and distant memory. I cannot remember the last time my legs saw a moisturiser. Or I saw them for that matter. Poor Chaz.
But last week I ran out of Nashville episodes, the sun put his hat on and I did start to feel slightly more human again. I got back in my jeans, did the school run with all three and even put on mascara.
And then I went back to work. My first job, post baby - flowers for a spring lunch in London at the Mulberry showroom. The brief was to create a relaxed yet wild feel with green and white flowers and all in takeable-home vases. So I did a mix of white potted muscari in ribbed, chunky glass jars and Kilner jars bursting with ammi, ranunculas, anemones, blossom and lilac.
Even if I say so myself, they did look pretty special. Perfect for a spring time wedding in case anyone reading is thinking about that...