coats and gloves

I became quite optimistic about the weather after our lovely sunny Sunday.
But today we are back to the grey and wet.
Maybe I should keep these mittens I bought from Saturday's table top sale to hand rather than packing them away to await the wintery months.
They have never been worn. Isn't the heart pattern sweet.

Confession time. Nothing too dreadful though.
I own two coats I have never worn.
Why haven't I worn them?
Because when I bought them both, from different charity shops, they each had a button missing.
And they have sat in the wardrobe waiting for me to get organised enough to buy suitable new ones.
I finally sorted that issue out on Saturday afternoon.
The red coat, owned 3 years, is having the plain brown buttons replaced by much prettier ones.
And the floral coat, owned 20 months, is having the fabric covered ones replaced by equally floral pretties.

Now all I have to do is get them sewn on.

Maybe that'll be a job for this evening. Once S is in bed and G and T have gone out to watch the footie.

Or maybe I'll take a leaf out of Malcolm's book and get snuggly with the duvet.

Just how contentedly asleep does he look?!