when cookies are not enough
Just woke up from my nap. I guess that means I'm back.
Still tired, though. Thanks for all your comments. Yes, some of it is the thyroid and a million other little things that go along with that. The rest is most likely what natives of this country call Frühjahrsmüdigkeit, a uniquely German phenomenon that can only really be translated as the winter/early spring blahs. Sure, everyone gets it, but those living in Germany get it really bad, apparently, since there are all sorts of potions and tonics out there aimed at fighting this dreadful seasonal condition.
Last week my battle against the Frühjahrsmüdigkeit involved going for long walks in the fresh air, eating tons of fruit and vegetables and indulging in a spot of retail therapy. I'm not really a material girl at heart, but once in a while it IS nice to have new stuff.
First off was Mr. M's contribution from the flea market
New, not used. I'm all for recycling, however we need to draw the line somewhere. The ones on the right make my eyes bleed a little, but they are very fuzzy and warm and just right for my freezing feet. Thank, Mr. M!
Next we took a trip to IKEA to buy some book shelves for the bedroom and ended up, as one always does, with many other assorted doo dads, including a very cheerful bathrobe.
If this doesn't wake me up at 6 a.m., nothing will!
The icing on the cake was this little kimono-like number (definitely not from IKEA) which I shall wear while breakfasting on the terrace once winter makes its final exit and the weather gets warmer.
I call it "Hope Springs Eternal"
Yes, things are looking up!