Small Girl and I returned home from the hospital yesterday afternoon to this happy (and soapy) scene of industry.
After a very long hot shower to celebrate the liberation of her arm, Small Girl joined in.
Big Girl’s finished piece.
Small Girl’s finished piece drying.
My trial piece drying. This grew out of a conversation last week, and the ensuing journal entry. It needs embellishing. Almost certainly with falling leaves. I am currently obsessed with Autumn leaves against blue sky. I’m sure this is news to you all…
Now I understand a bit more about how it works, and I have LOTS of ideas I want to play with.
Big girl is also obsessed and has already laid out a second piece. “I want to do the sea now. I love the sea!” That’s my girl. She is particularly excited because this one contains alpaca fibre…
I should probably be proud, but am actually just fed up that my children are far more talented than me. Bah! You will observe that we do not yet have an offering from The Boy. I’m sure we’ll hook him in by the end of halfterm though.
In other news, we are about to embark on a two-day Limestone Way expedition, and I am really worried about my decrepitude. On a teeny tiny walk on Monday, I was in so much pain, I actually declined cake. I don’t think that has ever happened before. I have decided to go with blind optimism, and It Will All Be Fine.
Iona has been to buy sugar. She thinks that will help.