Sorry for slight photo onslaught, I just couldn’t decide.
I switched round the chairs in the spare room for this photo. This chair is from the 1940s, it was made for Dave’s granny by her grandad (so, Milo’s great-great-great-grandad? I think that’s right), and then she reupholstered it when Dave and his sister were wee. And now it’s Milo’s. We’re going to get it reupholstered again, not sure what colour yet.
Milo has now sadly almost outgrown his polar bear suit, so we’re moving onto this one, which Dave’s mum knitted. He does inspire amazing crafting feats! It’s still a little too big, so I guess I will take more pictures once he’s properly grown into it. But also wanted to get some now, because he matched my muted colours.
Which leads me to my outfit: that’s the whistles tshirt I got in the charity shop (talked about it in my last wartime wardrobe roundup), it’s now completely smell-free! The vinegar got rid of the worst of it, and then I followed Jessie’s advice and tried a bicarbonate paste. It made a right mess in the utility room but it so worked. If I had known this before, I could have saved so many tops I used to own. Ah well!
top – charity shop * skirt – people tree * shoes – present (from office)