It's hard to think of something magical today. I am sure I can think of something. Hmm. Nope.
Tiny was awake from 1-3am. I don't know why. She was just banging on about something for what felt like foreeeeever. Maybe I should have gone out for a few late night drinks with her. At least that would have felt productive. Instead of going in and out, in and out to check on her.
So today, I am officially zombie-fied.
And you know, my babes are always in tune with when I am going in to work. Perhaps that's why the late night sad-ons.
Which brings me to something pretty magical. This vintage jacket. I haven't worn it for yonks and yonks, but I am so happy to have brought it out for another wearing. It's my favourite work wear. Clearly I don't work in a bank. It's like the perfect antidote to working - it's still a jacket, but it's candy seersucker. You gotta be happy with that.
