You know your life has changed when you sit down of a Sunday Evening to watch Antiques Roadshow with your in-laws. Gone, are the days when you used to bemoan the fact that Antiques Roadshow even existed.
You know you've had a successful shopping trip when you return home with a Gingerbread house and a packet of Scotch Eggs. Yes, I'm easily pleased, not for me the finery and luxury of a silk blouse or the exquisite tailoring of an expensive wrap dress.
I apologise for the recent lack of Blog Posts. If you follow me on Twitter (@KarenSDavies), you will know that I have moved house...
My parents came over from Wales to visit me, last week. We spent a precious few days together, prompting me to write this blog post full of cherished highlights . . . Day 1 was seaside day.
Having given you an insight into my Christmas shopping habits last year, I feel compelled to revisit the topic. I can confirm that I am still distracted by anything shiny but I have stayed clear of DIY shops this year.
Jumping waves and paddling have to be two of the most liberating activities it is possible to undertake. I was reminded of this truth when my husband and I brought our daughter to the beach in Bonmahon, recently. At 18 months, she was able to begin savouring the experience of sand and sea. Taking a few jaunty steps, she seemed to enjoy the softness under her toes. She has a bit of an obsession with water, so standing at the edge of the sea, waiting for it to rush in and soak her feet, also proved to be very popular. It was heartwarming just to be there, holding her hand, watching her pad along in her characterful walking style. There is something very calming about the way the sea moves with wavy, surf-edged gestures. I think she felt that too.