Repeat after me: “My name is Beth and I am addicted to buying cushions.”
“There is help for you out there Mother, you just need to admit to your problem first.”
Wise words indeed from the 15 year old as I revealed that the large Santa type sack that I had just collected contained cushions. However in my defence I only buy cushions when the sun is shining, so it’s clearly not really that often at all. And anyway, I haven’t decided whether I’m keeping them yet.
Anyway, cushions aside, sometimes it’s just nice to throw on an oversized shirt, some fitted trousers (both from GAP), a pendant necklace (Jigsaw) and be done with it for the day. I realise that by this time in the day I look slightly crumpled but hey, what’s a few creases between friends? It’s about time that “creased chic” became a look anyway. It would save a fortune both in time and money when it comes to ironing. Speaking of which, I also received a parcel containing a new ironing board cover and the happiness that it brought me was ridiculous. I clearly need to get out more.