When I grew up, my mum used to call a hat, a "titfer"
A "titfer" tat.
Rhymes with hat.
My mum is flipping bonkers and it also happens to be her 61st birthday today - Happy Birthday Momma xx
Here is my card to her in two of my fave colour combos right now.
I made a hat with some leftover wool and knew exactly the person to send it to because happiness needs to spread around this miserable little planet right now. Maica is my favourite online baby that I haven't even met but I have read her Mummy's beautiful, raw and honest blog for a long while now. Maica is a stunning child who I would dearly love to photograph and get lost in her chocolly coloured eyes. And her curls deserve a cute little "titfer" do jazz them up a little. Her mum, Suz, was someone I took a shine to a few years back on UKScrappers. I loved her style of scrapping and she was a popular soul on the boards. Time moved on and she went through all sorts of highs and lows and I went through them with her, if only on her blog.
So here it is.
This hat is called Fenella and its on its way to Spain.
But this poor little sod ain't going anywhere!
This is Marks phone that did a cycle in the washing machine on Saturday. Its drying out in a bowl of rice and looking so sorry for itself. But you know, this phone really does have a mind of its own. Because before we knew that it had gone into the washing machine, we received a call on our home number. Mark answered the phone to the sound of swishing. He thought it was most odd. He put the phone down and he did 1471 on the phone to realise it was his mobile - calling from the washing machine. It was as if the little love was dialling for help. Worse thing was is that we couldn't stop the machine in mid cycle and we had to wait for it to finish before we could retrieve it and dry it out. But sadly the 100 year old phone is kaput and Mark is now in receipt of a Samsung Tocco thingy which he has played with for almost 2 hours solid getting to grips with its gadgetry.
I daredn't throw the old phone away, it might go all poltergeisty on us. Fancy it ringing us up in the wash! Freaky bloody thing. I'll put the lottery on, just in case its a sign. You never know!