Argh!/yay!

Sorry about the radio silence. If you've been reading this blog for any length of time you'll know I'm prone to the occasional bout of anxiety and I've just been through one of those. Argh. A friend was having a bit of a crisis and I was doing my best to support her, and worrying about her triggered my 'WORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING!' frame of mind. Luckily I had last week off and was able to potter round at home and decompress, but I stayed mainly off social media. (Ditched about a third of the Twitter accounts I was following; that was definitely the best move.)

Anyway, there were good things in the past week or so. For starters I was able to get into one of my vintage dresses. I bought this Global shirt dress from Kinky Melon ages ago; I don't usually go into the 1970s style-wise but this is clean enough in colour and pattern to appeal to me. It feels so good to be wearing some of my original vintage again! I haven't been dieting per se, but I have cut out all snacks, tried to stick to salads for lunch at work, and have switched to herb teas (no milk) in the office, and Mr Robot did say my tummy looks slightly smaller. When the person who sees you every day notices a difference, it's got to be significant. We renewed our gym membership and one of the best ways of dealing with my anxiety is to haul myself there and drown it in treadmill-generated endorphins, so I shall try to stick to going regularly from now on.

What will I be able to wear next? Who knows. I didn't get round to working on my 1960s top much on my week off – the anxiety tends to get in the way of me doing things; I struggle to make decisions or be proactive when I'm bad, I just react to things rather than making things happen. But I did pick up my knitting again, which was good. Hopefully I'll have my friend's cardi finished in the next couple of weeks, and then I'm going to knit myself something 60s.

I did go out to Bristol to buy chillies (Otomi is the best place to buy specific unusual Mexican ones), and to see my friend, and spotted this amazing old cinema while I was there - it's now a bar. That tower is pretty spectacular. It was the wrong time of day for poking round inside, otherwise I'd have had a look to see if anything of the original picture house remained. In case you're wondering why it's called 'Whiteladies Picture House', it's because it's on Whiteladies Road, not because it was reserved for caucasian women!

Ziggy and Pippin loved having us at home. They seemed to spend most of the week up trees yammering at a magpie. I think it likes teasing them, because it keeps coming back to the garden. They're able to climb pretty high, but as soon as they get close to the magpie it flies to a different branch. Toerags.

Anyway, hopefully normal service will now resume. I'm now going to go and read your blog and see what you've been up to...