I am so enjoying Jane Eyre. So girly. I read way too much, and have now found a way to both read and do all those boring things that need to be done every day. I use the term read loosely, as it is a talking book and I am addicted. The language of Jane Eyre is so quaint, so beautifully descriptive, all from another time. The males in this household miss no opportunity to scoff and snigger, but I don't care.
Today doesn't get much more girly. I have spent the morning picking flowers, sipping tea and skirt twirling. Not my skirt as such but that lovely frothy pink Tutu above. Bought for Poppy, but secretly wanted by me. The sun is streaming through the windows and I am about to indulge in a bit of sewing. Lovely, peaceful and quiet (with only Jane Eyre sighing over Mr Rochester), just the way I like it.