Titles Require Too Much Effort (Right Now)

Ok. It’s bloody sodding here, and has been on and off for the past few weeks. Is this why I moved to Spain?! I think not. Today I had to brave the storm to do a spot of shopping. There’s an age old saying that goes: when the sh*t hitteth the fan, a girl has to shop. Or something like that. Anyway, I came home with a) a strapless, boho-ish, tight-bodice-but-kinda-flowing-from-there-onwards dress, off-white with a dark reddish/purple flower pattern. b) a pair of cool bermuda-but-I’m-not-45-nor-am-I-a-dork shorts in hot fuchsia, which was a tad too hot so I dyed them as soon as I got home. I used navy blue on them so they’re now a funky purple. And c) an assortment –well, three. Is that an assortment yet?– of white candle holders. one is a Moroccan-type lantern, the other two have different patterns, but white’s the overall theme here.

Oof. Much better.

And now I just painted my toenails –I bet you were just gagging for that piece of info. Another strategy out of my Feeling Better Manual. We’re going for the all-round multi dimensional approach, just so you know.

And my balcony is almost starting to resemble a wee garden, I realised. It started a few months ago with innocently and inconspicuously getting rid of some of the landlords’ cacti (yuk!!). But then I had all those empty pots, you see. So I added a gardenia (and every time I open the siding doors I’m like, ooooh, love the scent!); a small plant with purple bell like flowers (when I asked the shopkeeper for the name she said, ‘es muy complicado’. That’s Spanish for ‘I don’t know’); a wild thyme plant (the scent reminds me of my grandparents’ house in Portugal. I walked past, smelled it, couldn’t resist). And I’ve planted seeds of morning glory and of some Serrano peppers. Both are starting to sprout now, so exciting –yes, really. I wouldn’t have believed it either, but there’s some sort of gardeners fever that grabs hold of you, I swear. I now keep an eye on the balcony for sudden changes in weather conditions, and it’s not beneath me to move the pots around several times a day to avoid too much sun and/or rain.

I guess maybe I am a dork, and I should’ve left those shorts fuchsia…