I am addicted to Etsy. I love it. Absolutely love it. There is nothing that I could possibly want that I could not find on Etsy. My love for it was reignited when I was in the last few weeks of pregnancy, daydreaming about wearing something other than pyjamas with a highly elasticated waistband, dreaming about the time when I would once again be able to wear something that I actually liked. I bought quite a few dresses in those last few weeks, managing to think up little reasons why I deserved a present that day, things like surviving the day without taking an afternoon nap or doing the hoovering were all relevant and deserving of a gift to myself. And now I have had my lovely baby things like managing to get dressed and apply make-up within the same day or moving the ever growing pile of clean washing off the stairs and to its next destination are just as treat-worthy. The other day, after a lengthy debate with myself over what I needed to add to the kitchen I decided on some vintage mugs so I scrolled through pages and pages, adding to my favourites list (which is now up to about 135 items). I have found so many that I love but eventually settled for some much needed vintage pot holders. And the best thing is, I never even knew that I needed them. Much joy.