THAT WAS THE WEEK THAT WAS

Princess Charlene, pretty in pink at the Dior Haute Couture collection show this week.

Can we look forward to a summer of pastels?

I for one would enjoy that - pastel pink, mint green, delicate lemon yellow: yum!

Charlene has the delicate blonde looks of her late mother-in-law

Princess Grace.

My mother bought this tiny plate in Monaco back in the 70s, when Grace was in the prime of her life as Princess of Monaco.

Yes, we are still sorting out the old family home ...

Beautiful, heavily scented stocks from my Dad's garden;

he hasn't been there to care for it since January, but his groundwork was apparently so good that they came up and bloomed just the same.

In the Red Cardinal Garden of Neglect, meantime,

the shrubs are dormant, and an opportunist has been spotted:

Ye old scrub turkey;  Dad says they used to shoot and eat them when he was a boy.

That would be over 90 years ago.

Times were tough then, just after World War I...

bet the bird was tough to eat as well!

An sweet white cane table also came to me from the old place.

And a big pot, which I filled with herbs and pansy plants for Spring:

Been to the sales, too.

Photo frames, 40% off at Myer ...

Car Doona cover for Little Aussie's next visit: $19 at Pillow Talk.

Because, readers, it is Very Near Freezing round here.

In fact, -1 in this area this morning.

Meantime, over in Ottawa, the Petite Garcon is sweltering these nights in his little attic bedroom.

So I made another set of summer pj's for the little man.

Happy July to you all!

xxx