18 Aug 2007
Home is where the heart is
Well we are here.
Clean and tidy, washed and tumble dried.
The only remnants of any reminders of our holidays is a cracking tan, a bit of sand between my toes and my ears are peeling (big flakes too - pulled a bit hard on one picking and made it a bit sore... ouch).
After opening 3 point 2 gazillion pieces of mail, we unpacked and did a basic food shop. I found it rather depressing. Suddenly Im in a world where ultra violet light is almost purple instead of a golden glow like Menorca. And then to add insult to injury - it piddles it down. Good to be home, ey?
We have been catching up with Tv stuff and whilst switching channels I felt a little digi crafty. Ive got a sneak of a kit I made which was inspired by tonights Eastenders. Dot was wearing a rather snazzo patterned dress so I made a kit to reflect it. I sat eating my tea and surfing and on the phone, saw her dress, fell in love with the colours, ran to grab a pen and drew a basic copy of it.
The kit will be available from Tuesday-ish. Jo Kill wil hopefully make something really scrummy with it and then I can share with you. And as from tomoz its back to normal. I have some deadline that will have me dead if I dont meet them, one kit and some exciting projects to magically conjure up before we go away to Wales for part two of our holidays. Im proper geared up to get back to sticking and cutting after a two week spell.
Wanted to share some more holi pics. This one was taken as part of a project coming up. In the car, hand held at 1/40... hand held at 1/40. You get that? Hand held at 1/40!!! No shakey shakey! Tra la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I love this that mark took of belle and I in the bonny doorway. The skirt I am wearing is my absolute favvo in the whole wide world. It doubles as a sun dress too and for a poxy £3 its the buy of the century. I bought 4 more to go on holiday in diff colours and if it were more summery here they would get more of an airing. Sadly I am back to winter warmers. Blasted weather.
Ellie and Jack. Man, does this lil girl fancy the pants off Action Jackson. She just threw herself in his direction all holiday and who can blame her? He has the most luscious eyes
And lastly my Belles Mary Janes. She can't walk in them properly but she says they are rather snug. Who am I to rip the glee in her comfort?
blogged by Kirsty Wiseman