G'day all you lovelies. 

I have holed up in this bed for the best part of the last four days, some kind of flu viral type thing.  Some have fleetingly whispered the word swine flu in my presence…

Now I have to tell you last week was the first week I have not made chicken stock and then soup for my natural flu-buster.  What does that tell you huh?  

On Sunday after three days of wretched holed-up-in-bed-iness I managed a couple of hours down the beach, the twinkling sunshine on the water certainly made me feel better, but before long I was back in here.

When I'm sick laying around, a pathetic patient, I crave things like fresh linens, flannel covered hot water bottles and flowers do you or is it just me this one step away from madness?  For me climbing into fresh, line-dried, sun kissed linen when you're sick makes it all ever so slightly better. 

This is the Beach Cottage domestic take on some scary looking 'cold & flu virus' potion in a bottle – the freesias picked from the garden by one of the kiddos and these vintage linens (pillowslips from garage sale of dearest old lady) were sitting freshly washed, pressed and with little lavender bags tucked between them (and please don't think me all domestic goddess but I do tend to rather enjoy the smug little feeling of a linen cupboard stacked with pressed white vintage linens while all around elsewhere is, of course, chaos).  Thank you God for small mercies my mother would say.

So here I am this beautifully sunny Australian Monday morning, feeling ever so slightly better but still pretty pathetic.  I am hoping to get the WC makeover finished this week (this has to be my longest makeover) ever) and start some treasure hunting for old vintage kitchen cupboards. 

Can ya send me some blogland healing vibes over the oceans?  I'm drinking hot lemon and honey – got any other suggestions girls…

Catch ya later

{ S } 

thanks to the oh-so-thrifty Rhoda's event on Monday's – stop by to see what she found!