Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden

Yesterday while tidying my bedroom I came across a lovely gift from Christmastime hidden away on my bookshelves, the most beautiful little collection of Winnie-the-Pooh books. I read the first one before I went to bed that evening; I chuckled about his adventure with the bees, how he tried to be a little black cloud to deceive them. Sometimes it takes an endearingly clumsy bear to feel at peace with oneself.

The Postman brought me a lovely package today, a book I had been wishing for and finally decided to buy a copy for my bookshelf. It is filled with lovely little illustrations, and I'm quite partial to books written entirely about wonderful outfits and beautiful dresses! I really must stop buying books, but my love for pretty covers and well written words has always been my downfall. When I'm older I would like  to have my own little library, a dream I have always had since watching Beauty & The Beast as a child. Wish, wish, wish...

Today has been a bad day for my poor little purse! My Mum and I went into town to look for some University things that I was in need of, but I spotted these little tins and couldn't resist buying them too. A Peter Rabbit tin with English Breakfast tea, a Mrs Tiggy-Winkle tin with English Afternoon tea and a Jemima Puddle Duck tin with Earl Grey tea! My tea cup will always be full now. I also spend my pennies on some lovely floral bedding for my University bedroom, they are ever so pretty and will look lovely I'm sure.

Time for tea, I think ♥