....every day would be the first day of spring...especially if it could be a day like today. I am becoming obsessed with the weather, or more specifically its effect on my mood. I spent my Saturday evening doing this.... (whilst listening to the rain and wind lash against the window pane....)
And woke this morning to the perfect spring day. Someone was obviously listening.
The kids were cross with me for not wanting to turn the lights out for World Turn Off the Light Night (or whatever its strict title is.) So I sat with half a dozen lamps of assorted varieites trained at the war zone that is my craft table whilst they sat watching Pirates of the Carribean by candlelight. Ironic really as I am the ONLY one in this household who EVER turns off a light. I struggle with getting enough light on my work table and yesterday afternoon decided I must have a daylight simulation lamp NOW and trekked over to Hobby Craft and forked out a huge sum. The world and his wife joined me at the cathedral to commercialism, the mecca of materialism that is The Mall at Cribbs Causeway and inevitably we all decided to leave at the same time which resulted in a gridlock which took nearly an hour to extricate myself from. On arriving home I plugged in my new lamp and hey presto.... nothing. Bloody thing doesn't work. That'll teach me to satisfy my impulsive urges without due forethought.
Anyhow, a few show offs to share. From my wonderful Easter holiday! Mum, these are dedicated to you! (Undisputed Queen of the seaside rock photo......)
My friend Sal visited today with little Thomas who's not so little any more. He found my jar of buttons and sat in a pool of sunshine pouring them in and out of the jar. Hours of fun. (For those risk averse amongst you he was very closely supervised to ensure none went in his mouth!)
This is Thomas NOT putting button in his mouth.
And finally, as the Two Ronnies would say, this. Lovely SuzyB has awarded me this.
Eek! There must be some mistake. Nothing guaranteed to make one's wit dry up faster than to have such expectations imposed upon one. But thankyou SuzyB, I'm touched that my individual sense of humour that appears on occasion doesn't always go unappreciated:-)
So it's goodnight from me, and goodnight from him.