
I know that isn't really a colour, although for me it's the best description of these particular shades. If you don't believe me take a look here or here.
Maybe Vintage Lingerie Pink would be better, but just not as punchy.

The pillowcase pair is new (shock, horror- not thrifted) but I customised it with a shell edging, this time without the blanket stitch base, which makes it more delicate I think. The hanger is in a darker but complementary shade.
They were for a gift, or part of one, with a sort of 40s retro colour scheme. There were also pyjamas and a lovely vintage jug. Bedroom theme.

I've bought more pillowcases and they will feature heavily this Mothering Sunday. Same but different. If anyone is interested in how the edging is done then let me know and I'll cobble together a tutorial.
Harry found them fascinating. Harry is my friend. Frank is not. His urinary tract has struck again, same place. My bloody bed. Just as I was leaving for work yesterday morning, it gave new meaning to the phrase pissed off.
I wasn't spending £18 at the launderette again, so decided to spend it right here at home. I jammed the king size into the washer and mauled the door shut. Pressed start and hoped it wouldn't be a very expensive quick wash. Fortunately when wet it fit into the washer a lot better and as it was so large it plastered the whole drum and spun most satisfactorily and evenly, the washer was where I left it and hadn't hurtled across the cellar floor as it so often does.

Five hundred hours of tumble drying later and it was ready to put back on the bed. I will be placing a collection plate in the front porch to raise funds for the electric bill.
In other news:
The pond pump has stopped working again. I heaved it out and winkled out all the foul gunk to no avail. Accordingly Joe le bassin will be coming round later to give it a service. I know when I'm beaten.