So here I am, all refreshed after a lovely relaxing –but somewhat chillier than usual– week in Provence.
The temperatures stubbornly kept to the low-to-mid 20’s, so there was no trip to the pool this year.
We kept to the sunny balcony enjoying hours of reading, eating and dozing, with a view over lavender fields and the Couspeau mountain in the distance.
For those of you who missed the first instalment of this rather exciting project, I splashed out on a second-hand herbal from the local charity shop a few weeks ago in my quest for vintage botanical prints to put on my empty wall of shame in the hallway.
In an attempt to pass the responsibility on to someone else, I put it to the long-suffering readers of Nice Day For A Sulk to decide whether or not I should rip out the beautiful illustrations from the said book to dress my wall.
The response was overwhelmingly positive so I had no choice but to set ‘our’ mischievous plan in motion.
Well thank you all for the advice, I’m ever so pleased with the result.
NB: Yes a book was harmed during this painstaking process, but rest assured it’s been carefully stuck back together with seamless bits of tape and lovingly put back on the shelf, between Karl Marx and Billy Bragg.