Buttons Behaving Badly

I've never lost a button (touch wood). Even when struggling on the tube juggling an array of bags and books, I still manage to catch a wayward little bugger escaping from my clothing mid flight. They live in a drawer until I realise it's time to get them back on, or freeze to death from half-buttoned coats in minus zero weather.

It's written in the stars

I know, I wrote it.

A Place For Everything and Everything In Its Place

I try not to wait until a new year to make resolutions, but I still jot down a few things that could be addressed. This year they include (but are not limited to): spending less time hovering in the kitchen; spending less time hovering in pretty shops; and spending less time hovering in general. My love for pottering about organising piles of papers and putting things away is cutting into vauable time that can be better spent elsewhere. It must be stopped. So to hell with cleanliness, here's to a messy — but not that messy — 2009.