Last sunday was a day of "firsts".

For the first time in his life, probably, Thierry fed a baby... Well, not any baby. Margaux, to be precise. This little girl's wrapped him around her finger and he just melts everytime she smiles at him. Which is often, because Margaux is a charmer.

Here's photographic proof of what I'm saying :




JM & Ginger thought that Margaux's hair was getting too long and unruly but they didn't want to take her to a hairdresser because she's too young for that... So they asked me to give her her first haircut. I felt, well... I'm going to sound corny, but I was moved. It's an important thing in a baby's life and I got to do it.

Here's what I've trimmed :




And last but not least, the "after" pic. Everyone decided I'd done a great job, Margaux included !



Maybe i'm biaised, but she's the cutest little girl I've had the pleasure to meet.

And here goes another "Margaux' appreciation society" post !

Blythou out.

Our three day jaunt in the Netherlands went like a dream...

I'll upload my photos later today, but from the look of them, there's quite a bunch of Baby Margaux cuddling in various arms pics ;-) It was a thrill to see her go on her first rides for her 9 month b-day.

We had tons of fun. Highlights ? Coaster rides, of course, visiting Efteling inside out (the most beautiful park I've been to), but also jumping on a trampoline with Ginger like two hyper little girls, making Baby Margaux "swim" in our bathtub, singing silly songs with our friends after a day at Efteling while they were binging on chocolate cakes and I was binging on... gooseberries !, getting along fine because there was no rush and all we wanted was to relax and enjoy ourselves...

We have the very best of friends. They organised the trip, payed for our hotel and park tickets and drove us there as well (and JM let me drive his beloved flamejob covered PT Cruiser and didn't even act scared). We feel spoiled. And lucky. And spoiled.

Blythou out.

Dear new sewing basket,

I love you. You're beautiful, totally mint, vintage and you only cost me 5 € (approx. $6). When I met you yesterday at a flea-market in the distant suburbs, I knew we were meant to live together.
I carried you proudly all through the market like a huge handbag, despite the intense heat, I bought some nice wool and cotton to fill your cute, roomy belly while I was there and now, you're in the living-room, waiting for a permanent spot.
I'd like to thank our friends JM & Ginger who took the pain to drive us to that remote place and who made this match possible. This entry is dedicated to them.

And now, I'll go take a cool shower and lie in a darkened room until my mind clears. Because I don't really to write to my sewing basket, do I ?

I can *totally* go chat with Mr Basket face-to-face !

Blythou out.

During dinner with JM & Ginger on friday, I mentionned how we were going to buy doors for our two new cabinets and they offered to give us a ride in their PT cruiser on the next day. I initially declined, after all, not owning our own car doesn't mean we expect our friends to chauffeur us around, but they insisted... So it enabled Ginger to spend part of her birthday in the warehouse of a furniture store, which, we all agreed, was a very original way to celebrate. We later thought we should have brought along a pitcher of Dry Martini to pass the time while waiting for our packages... Oh well, next time !

Yesterday, we built those cabinets, screwed doors, carried stuff around, moved furniture, so today, I'm a bundle of achy muscles and my arms & back hurt.

And I can't even enjoy a coffee, since our Nespresso machine stopped working on Saturday. I called the Nespresso Club and they're lending us a machine while ours is being fixed. Those people know how addicted to caffeine one can be.

Blythou out.