Its not all bad!

Posted by dulwichmum on Thu 5 February 2009

Lets not get completely depressed about the credit crunch…

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 Off colour!

Posted by dulwichmum on Tue 3 February 2009

Aren’t some people frightfully superficial?  I never cease to be shocked.  Just last weekend I noticed Ocado vans continuing to deliver in local down market areas of East Dulwich and Forest Hill despite the economic gloom!

I ask you…

This is the biggest economic downturn in the last 60 years …(whispers) and a recession after all (GASP).   Any sign of affluence or opulence is considered a bad show.  I shall roll up my sleeves and embrace the entire make do and mend philosophy.

Have these people no concept of current trend reports and fashion projections?  Soon it will be depression chic -oversize suits, big shoulder pads and somber colours.  People will be eating offal and planting food in their front gardens.

As a recessionista, clearly I must remain ahead of the curve (NOTE TO SELF:  remind Manuel to water the ornamental cabbage). 

I spent the entire morning researching sewing machines online.  Just last week, I bought a kitsch little Cath Kidston needlework box, pins and threads, and popped them in my utility room.  Tiny Freya and perfect Max shall have hand knits, hems let down, seems let out and buttons moved as they grow from now on (sigh)…  NOT BY ME, clearly, sweetie.   “Home spun” simply means “made at home”, it doesn’t have to be my home and it doesn’t necessarily have to be by me!  My mother, Brenda, shall enjoy executing these little tasks for her grandchildren.  It will keep her fingers busy, her mind occupied; stop her from getting senile (smirk).  I will not be allowing her to take my new sewing machine home to Beckenham though, or she will spend her time stitching new cassocks for the entire Roman Catholic clergy of south London.

I adore home bakes, don’t you? The housekeeper Albena made me the most scrumptious carrot cake this afternoon.  I may just send my perfect boy to school with a portion of this home-made snack for his mid-morning break tomorrow.  I can’t wait to see the other mothers’ faces at the school gates.  Home made, fresh, organic, the small of baking wafting through my open plan home (sigh).  God how I love the moral high ground (runs perfectly manicured fingers through dark glossy mane).

Perfect pooch Teddy, popped his sweet nose into my Poggenpohl baking carousel  and chomped his way through an entire bottle of hot pink food colouring this morning (OHMYGOD!). By the time I noticed him on my tumbled marble kitchen floor (with under-floor heating), the poor little doglet looking like something from a scene in CSI. 

Albena immediately hauled the baby dog into the wet room and began to scrub his paws and face.  The initial deep red colouring absorbed up his little blonde front legs, and from his mouth to all over his face, until his entire front was cerise pink (OHMYGOD!!!).  Several more shampoos simply spread the diluted colour further until after 20 minutes he was powder pink all over!

I cannot be seen walking the dogaroo around the park until his colour improves, for fear that I am mistaken for Jordan or one of the girls of the Playboy Mansion (God I adore that show).  Can you even begin to imagine how the pink puppy would stand out against the snow?  I am currently searching the net for a little doggy exercise machine for him to use in the isolation of the utility room until his colour improves: paying a dog walker in the current economic climate would be social suicide in SE21.

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