You know those mornings when you wake up from the deepest of sleeps and can’t for the life of you fathom what day it is? It sort of feels like a Sunday, so you stretch long and lazily, but freeze mid-way through, because Sunday was only three days ago and BY CRIKEY IT’S PAST EIGHT O’CLOCK AND IT’S ACTUALLY WEDNESDAY AND I FORGOT TO HANG OUT THE SCHOOL CLOTHES TO DRY LAST NIGHT AND ISN’T THERE SOME EXCURSION PERMISSION FORM FOR THE ELDEST THAT SOMEONE NEEDS TO FIND/SIGN (mental note: weigh up advantages and otherwise of teaching kids to forge signature) AND HAVE WE SERIOUSLY RUN OUT OF MILK? WHO HAS BEEN DRINKING THREE LITRES OF MILK?
You know those mornings? That was mine. Just as the kids were digging in to a dried cereal breakfast (the lukewarm water wetting agent option unanimously rejected), there was a knock at the door. Am I the only one who can never answer a door in peace? Must the entire family follow at my heels while the dog provides a rousing accompaniment to every RAT-A-TAT-TAT? I’m not my best on the best of mornings. And I was wearing my You-Can’t-Seriously-Be-Trying-To-Sell-Me-A-New-Electricity-Plan? look. Fortunately for the postie at the door, he came bearing gifts. In a flash, the sun shone, the birds twittered, there was milk in the cereal, we were all dressed and ready to be at school on time.
Thank you, Lauren, for saving the day. And for my giveaway wins of gorgeousness, crafted in a favourite Ink and Spindle fabric:
I have realised I should probably get out more or blog about less. Either I must enter a multitude of giveaways, or I am on a winning streak that should prompt a quicksticks trip to the nearest shopping centre to enter in one of those car raffle thingies. For some recent winnings, my delayed, but nonetheless hearty thanks to...
Daan of MaandagDaandag for bundles of stamped stationery lovelies:
To Grace of Going to Graceland for an excellent shopping/market/quick-throw-the-swimming-gear-in-the-bag, bag:
And to Nicole of Craftapalooza fame for my apple pincushion complete with matching spiky accoutrements. Not only do I feel like a real craftster now, but it has replaced the use of the voodoo pincushion, so I am now, inevitably, a much nicer person. Whole (sewn together) apples and kits available for purchase from the soon-to-be-open shop.
Hope your own day is of the smooth sailing variety and only punctuated by the knock of a door-to-door salesperson if you happen to be in the market for a new electricity plan.