I really am my mother's daughter. It has been a rainy and cold and I've had two very busy days (and may have accidentally had five glasses of wine at my local last night). So this afternoon I made a peppermint tea, watched the end of a film and ironed all my shirts for the week. My mother does this most Sundays, folds the washing and presses everything neatly away.
It's supposed to be all grey and miserable again in the morning, but I think my favourite Madewell peach gingham will keep me smiling.