Over on our small island we celebrated Mothering Sunday last weekend.
Miss Rosey went halves on these flowers for me. I couldn't steal all her pocket money after all, so halves it was. I love their in your face colour and cheer.
Last week until just now really I was full of cold, sneezing and a sniffing my way through each day. Cheery flowers, cheeky girls and all their love was the best thing for this mum. Miss Millie brought me coffee in bed and baked another of her delicious cakes too,
As we had a date for dinner at my mother's place later that day, it meant I could spend the day stitching. So stitch I did.
In fact, I actually drew up a pattern from an old Topshop top. The original, which it love, is cut too high in the bust for me. Alterations were needed.
I drafted my pattern, quickly cut some lightweight fabric from the stash and got stuck in.
Amazingly, to me anyways, nothing went wrong. It all fits and does what it's supposed to do in all the right places.
There are a few changes I'm going to make to the next one, but this ones done it's job perfectly.
For proof that it got an outing here's a post-work photo saved oddly on Instagram.
Now I've got birthday and Easter stitching to keep me busy for a while before any more me makes.
I've got dinner plans this weekend and arranged a circus trip for us three girls with friends too. Keeping busy in this mad living situation is the only way for us to cope.
Tomorrow is the day we get the first run of our house being valued for sale.
Still a bit of tarting up and titivating left to do, but a friend who's going through the same as me said getting things moving for sale really helped her keep sane.
I don't want to give our home up really, but it's the only way forward so big grown up face on and smile. After the valuation I've invited a friend over for lunch and a crochet lesson.
A reward after the nasty bit you see.