|Cardigan: Madewell, Dress: Anthro, Necklace: from Liz :), Sandals: Birkenstock.|
So, this is my two hundredth post. (I'd probably have hit two hundred earlier if I didn't have this penchant for deleting my old posts, but I've decided to be good and leave my "archives" alone for now.) And yeah, I just happen to be wearing the dress I wore for one of my first posts on this blog. If you ever wondered if I was a hoarder, that's your proof right there. Also, say hello to my current favourite cardigan ever, another piece of loveliness that Liz helped me buy from Madewell. I love it so much it literally makes me swoon like some character in a Jane Austen novel.
In other news, my mother has been staying with us and the three of us (including Victor) have been painting the walls of our new apartment with grounding coat after the workmen have left for the day. We've also been trying to scare away the three pigeons who think they own our balcony - with limited success. Mother brought a bag of plastic snakes from Norway, because her biologist friend told her snakes scare off seagulls, so maybe they'd work on pigeons, too. I taped them to the railing, and guess what? The pigeons came back - they just flew over the snakes. ARGH!
Also, Mother had poured out most of a bottle of Domestos - it's a brand of bleach - over the far end of the balcony, which is the pigeons' favourite spot. We can tell, it's absolutely encrusted with their poo. Well guess what - one of the pigeons went and sat down in the Domestos! When Victor threw a copper ingot at it, it barely batted a wing. And this morning, when he checked on it, the ingot had corroded. When my sister phoned today, I told her the whole story, and she blew out this long whistle and went, "Maaan, London pigeons are well hard." Stupid macho pigeon! I hope at least he singed his bum-feathers.