I get so star struck when I meet people whose work I admire and when I met Anita I just died. I did, you know, for like 2 seconds and then I magicked myself to be alive again because I so wanted to give Joanne, her lovely sister, a big fat cuddle. We chatted, ate ravenously and most obviously scrapped. Anita had been given the most fabulous DT kit to work on and I was working with some papers from Sarahs Cards - carolees collection - which are, actually, quite delicious. Sarah made a paperbag book to sell on Ebay (the owman has stamina and patience!!) and Jo just watched, listened and laughed. No sooner had we got into it we had to leave and what felt like 5 minutes had actually been 3 hours. Time is my biggest enemy, I was so sad to leave tiny Jo. Jo is a fighter and I completely understand the meaning of being "brave" during this time. She is outwardly very brave and yet deep down she is unwell BUT!!! She is going to beat the big C and Im going to do everything I can to help "shoo" it away.
On a lighter note look what arrived today. Belles glasses! Those disgusting yellow temporary efforts have been tossed in the bin with a big, fat "good riddance". My little girl can now go forth and play in the sun without a: looking like a banana and b: no real protection from the sun. I think she looks supercoolio mega funerama moma. And you know what? She thinks it too!
Mark came home last night after his manouvres in Wales and he is home for a few days. I sleep so easy when he is around but Belle gets ever so cross as she normally sleeps with me whilst he is away, so she is back in her own bed tonight. She is not in a good mood with me right now (no shocks there) but a story at bedtime, which she reads to me, seems to be a good compromise. Minus the sunnies of course ;)