Some days are all about waiting.
Even the nicest moments feel empty.
Until the waiting is over.
(This needs an edit. I would delete 'back' if I did the spread again.)
Grabbing crayons like a kid in a lolly shop!
|But I have woolly socks.|
And I have a brolly.
|Playing with colour sans a wheel. To freewheel (pardon the pun) makes me feel incredibly happy.|
|Excuse the poor lighting. It's dark green, dear reader. And pale, sort of Iced VoVo, pink.|
|Nothing says 'winter' like a jar of jonquils.|
|Snow Rabbit. I suspect he lives somewhere near the Little King.|
|This girl lives in another story altogether. Post WW2, I think.|
|Cafes these days always have the prettiest arrangements. Have you noticed?|
|I cleaned the laundry and picked an apple. The experience was immensely satisfying.|
|I have almost finished the little cardi for the ASRC craft market. I will knit another straight away. One seems too meagre an offering.|
|I have fallen head over heels in love with this shop. It's called Mim Found Ena. I bought a handmade ceramic brooch. I will show you soon. When I can display it to its best advantage.|
|Copying someone else's cupcakes can lead to all sorts of adventures.|
|I didn't know how to draw a car so I copied one from a Clarice Bean book!|