Yes I know it's not the 3rd of March but it did take until the 12th Feb which in and of it's self is , for me, a record ! Come on lets be honest on other occasions I've been lucky to make it to twelve hours never mind twelve whole days..
I sort of forgot... I say sort of because it started with the socks.....for which I hold Ellen C accountable .. see below..
I emailed Jane W and asked if she had some of her long socks left from the H&G and she said yes, so I bought a couple of pairs...... ( I could say since they were from H&G I was still within my five item limit ...okay yes that is stretching it somewhat! )
So far not so bad........ but then Rosie sends out her email saying her shop is stocked with her wonderful shoes.... my mind goes.... oh you should have bought some before , so lets go look.....
yes I CRASH ed off the side of the wagon at this point but still clinging on by my fingertips.. two pairs of Rosie's shoes head my way...
The next item I am blaming purely on the Captain Patches, whose been sitting around looking handsome in his freshly laundered sweater ... so I go looking at bears.... only to find myself making an offer on one.. which is then accepted...... BANG... I'm now over the side and clinging to the tailboard barely keeping my tush out the dust!
But friends... it was to get worse , how I can hear you all say !! you sip your coffee or tea and reach for a second biscuit !
What was I not going to buy this month of dryness? Exactly !
There I was doing what one should never do when trying to be good, wandering around ebay late at night, on the Sasha pages.. just looking.... and there it is ! I am good and just place it in my watching, it's a good price and I've had this doll more than once.. in fact three times ! and they've always moved on.... So I'm safe... so I believe. Problem is I have always liked these dolls and usually regret having moved them on , thinking I should have given them more time and maybe worked on them.... I would have resisted I'm sure but for the price.......
WALLOP that's the sound of me crashing to the ground having lost my grip on the wagon of dryness
So more of this sorry tale of a weak will when everything arrives hopefully tomorrow or Friday