Weekending: secret strawberry thief and misunderstanding regarding a wedge!

It had been a busy half week. Then a last minute panic when the mercury rose to 25 degrees...Which I know is not very hot at all. But when:

•  It's muggy sticky two-shower-a-day weather and we need a storm  to clear the air and I know people elsewhere are having scary horrible weather, so don't want to complain.
• The dress that I got two months ago for the  a formal event is much too hot to wear now. 
• I'm not really a dressy-dress kind of person. 
• I hate clothes shopping for formal do's and begrudge spending money on things I can't wear everyday. 
• Would really rather have up-clycled, hand made or vintage. 
• Have already had an attempt to find alternative apparel and taken two dresses home that 'A' said weren't dressy enough, so had to return.
•  I don't really want to go.
• I want to be digging up the garden or foraging in the woods instead of in town shopping.

Then the salesman who was very  nice and helpful, asked me if I needed to borrow "a wedge" to try a dress on and I had to ask him what he meant! 


I'd forgotten that we'd been debating wearing 'flats' or 'heels' two seconds earlier...so when he mentioned wedges my head just went off on a million non-shoe related tangents! Was it something to help me squeeze into a dress...or a wedged shaped cubical larger than the ample square one that I was in? The concept that he was offering to lend me a wedge heeled shoe hadn't even entered my head...


After five hours of trying on all kinds of outfits in every possible shop in Oxford and wishing all the time that I was digging the garden at home, I finally chose long wide-legged black georgette,  forties inspired trousers (I just wrote courgette...I think my head is in the garden now) and a cream georgette blouse and black"wedges."  More "me" and much more comfortable...Now I was happy to go...and had a great time...


But weekend was  just the antithesis...lovely and chilled.  H arrived late Friday evening on a stop-over before being taken with boyfriend B for a week in France by his parents. 


Saturday began with leisurely reading in bed. When I got up to make coffee I discovered that my strategy of leaving the courgettes to the slugs hoping that the strawberries were safe was foiled by a cute strawberry thief. Excuse the bad filming and rain on the lens. If you look carefully you can see him run in behind the plant pots...his naughty little face munching strawberries and then running off again...


Then we took H swimsuit shopping and managing to exchange my  too-warm dress for the full value, despite the receipt being out of date and the summer sales having started!  H and A persuaded me to get two tops and a fine linen dress, even though I wanted to get something for them instead. It is very dressy for me, but fits perfectly. I can wear it now dressed down with converse and a little jacket or cardigan and will be an amazing Christmas dress. The perfect colour! In the autumn if it's really cold I can wear a fine wool sweater underneath, wooly tights and boots. Dress shopping isn't so bad when you've got someone to advise you... 


...A really spoiling day was topped off with even more spoiling. The first Indian take-away in months. Chicken Jalfrezi, Chicken Tikka Masala, Aloo Saag, Pilau  Rice, nan and yoghurt eaten picnic style on big trays on the living room floor by the three of us whilst watching a Harry Potter film on TV.  Can't get better than that for Saturday night...


...Then helped H to pack before A dropped her off at boyfriend's ready for 3am start next morning...


Sunday a lovely lie-in pootling around in the house and garden, in PJ's all day. Text from H to say she'd arrived safely in France and that where they were staying is beautiful. Then supper cooked by A...

I have been so undeservedly spoiled this weekend and feel as though I must do altruistic acts all next week...


linking over here to check what everyone else has been doing this weekend...are you coming too?