I'm feeling more like my normal self today. Less tired, more energetic, and although I have to be careful not to over do it, I've been feeling the need to do more than sit around, watching crappy daytime TV (although I refused to even contemplate watching Jeremy Kyle no-matter-what).

I've been taking the time to catch up on some blog reading (on the subject of reading, can you believe I haven't picked up a book in over three weeks!?).

One post I read was by Vix, talking about how a day without dressing up is a day wasted. I've never seen anyone look so glamorous whilst buying cat food, or attending an optician appointment. But she has a point, and I've always said that a great outfit can lift your spirits and do wonders for your confidence.

I've been living in PJs and anything I can find with a high comfort factor, which ironically includes my maternity jeans. It's understandable to crave comfort over style when feeling below par, but I woke up this morning and felt like making a bit more of an effort, brushing my hair and even popping on a little make up.

I wanted colour and comfort so my green skirt was the obvious choice. It's been mended since tripping on it whilst getting undressed and tearing the zip. It's not an invisible mend but it's on the back and I can't see it...

Granted this isn't so much getting dressed up as it is simply getting dressed, but I think it counts, and it's my blog, so... yeah.

To 'autumn it up' I layered long sleeves under a jumper and wore thick tights and boots, although I have to confess, these have now been swapped for a pair of tatty knitted slipper boots.

I have my eye on a particularly lovely pair of preloved burgundy boots on ebay, that I think will look fab with this skirt (and my gingham maxi dress), so keep your fingers crossed for me.

To cheer it up a bit I wore a red scarf, because a cheery red can not fail to brighten anyone's day.

Thank you for all your kind comments on my previous post. I'm feeling physically stronger, and now emotions are slowly starting to bubble up to the surface. I know Andy and I still have a way to go, but I know that together we'll be fine.

One positive of all of this is that we've have retained our ability to laugh, albeit oftentimes inappropriately. But then there have been numerous occasions when joking was the only option open to us, other than breaking down completely. I love that we've been able to share moments of silliness in this awful situation, however inappropriate they might have seemed.

On our wedding day, during my speech, I told Andy's parents that they'd raised an amazing man, and he's proved me right many times since then, but never more so than over the past few weeks.

He's been my constant companion, he didn't leave me when I was in hospital, sleeping on the floor for four nights. Nothing has been too much, he's been there to help, no matter what I've needed. Without him this situation would've been unbearable. I'm incredibly lucky.