Listen, I don’t care if dressing the baby up in his snuggly blue jumper means he’s in a permanent hot sweat. And yes, I do know that there is no need for the heating to be on, and that closing the curtains at 6.30pm doesn’t mean that the nights are drawing in, when it is plain for all to see that the sun is still cracking the flags. I don’t care. I want it to be Autumn.
I have scrubbed for all I’m worth today. I have done myself a damage pulling the wardrobes into the middle room and lemoned my hands pure white. I have got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed and stood on my tippy, tippy toes and scrubbed. Because it is Autumn. Because it is seasonal scrub week and that means the season is supposed to change.
Because Alison said so.
The house is starting to feel kind of scrumptious, but the powers that be, seem to have forgotton to turn off the summer and the schoolgirls around here are sweltering in their blazers, ties and tights, and I keep piling the layers on hopefully, only to find myself peeling them away half an hour later. It isn’t good enough.
Weathermen, please take note.
The Brocante Round-Up! 
The Brocante Round-Up! 
The Autumn House 
Notes From Isolation 
Alison you want to get yourself north of the border if your looking for coldness. It's blowing a gale here and it blooming freezin'
I am right there with you! Enough of this summer heat.. its sweater weather time!
I am right there with you, Alison. I have heard SO many people saying, "I'm ready for fall!" and they MEAN it! haha.. Hope we all have a wonderful seasonal scrub and a rapid approach to lovely crisp Autumn!
Hope everyone is making good headway with the Scrub. This time Im just sitting on the sidelines. Having just moved into a brand new house three months ago, everything here is bright and shiny and just wonderful. Am thinking of you all. Keep up the good work. You will feel soooo good when its finished. Hugs to all.
I agree! I had all the candles on last night, but felt I really needed the fan on too as it was too hot! Perhaps we should do a Brocante March Against Summer Hanging On When We Want Autumn! We could get out in the streets, don our best pinnies, and scatter scrunchy Autumn leaves before us. Maybe that would make the weathermen heed our plea?!