pretty sunday

With the thoughts of a busy week ahead, including a short stay in hospital for Bugsy while he gets a tonsillectomy {great excuse to buy the hugest tub of ice cream I can find}, I think it only prudent to deposit some prettiness in the emotional bank.

I picked whatever images spoke to me, with neither rhyme nor reason.

Rather like the way I arrange my home.

Who would have thought a yellow skivvy could look so fetching?

The Wiggles might be on to something.

I can almost hear the chatter, the laughter and the whispered confidences.

I remember this feeling, and understand that smile on her face.

{although I never looked this cute}

and then....

 ride this in the sunshine with the wind blowing through our hair until we get speed wobbles.

I can't work out why the fan is sitting on the table, but it all

looks so pretty.

love.

Despite my craft dyslexia, I'm almost 50% certain that I could hem these into some semblance of tablecloths and napkins and use them at every opportunity.

a recipe for the witching hour?

covet open shelving, probably because I can't have it.....for now

An idle hour, this tray, a pretty notebook and a pen with a puff of maribou feather on the end and my joy would be complete.

because I've decided to make it feel right at home here.

look to the future with hope and confidence

{and a great handbag}

sometimes you have to make your own rainbows --

you can't always wait for the rain to clear all by itself.