read a new book with a cup of tea, (loving my table)
have hordes of merry children over with their lovely Mums for more tea,
explore new hobbies and try new foods,
be best friends (for a while) and do cheesy Saturday night stuff,
build and tinker,
participate in a spectator sport,
get mad and crazy eyed (an hour before your first gig as an altar server.....puh-lease!!),
and find old friends (not always under the laundry sink). She is back from sewing machine hospital (a very happy place for me) and it cost the princely sum of $32 to fix her!!!
Somebody reminded me to find this pincushion I made last year which reminded me to look in these old drawing books again to see when it was.
Then I found this one which reminded me she was not yet one year old at the beginning of last year
and this one which reminded me how hairless she was- like a little budgie!
That reminded me how she has grown and that this was sanded, painted and sent to its new family for their first baby's arrival on Friday. Passing things on to a new happy place always makes it easier to let it go.
I loved these little shoes. They were just oppy ones but we both thought they were pretty. Buying boy gear at Kmart on Friday, I noticed a woman with a younger toddler looking at almost identical shoes for sale. On an impulse I asked if she would like ours. I had just noticed they were too tight for Shorty's feet. Her child was pleased and smiling, the mum seemed happy enough with a big grin and even Shorty seemed pleased about the giving the 'present'.
It felt good to pass them on to somebody randomly like that. Really good. Would you have minded? Was it presumptuous of me? It made K-Mart a happier place for me anyway- a good start to the week-end.
In case that sounded too nice, Lairy Godmother and I checked out a hugely expensive mansione yesterday with SEVEN bedrooms. Oh the joy of all that sterile resort style space. Then I went out with some girlfriends to a tame local family tavern and witnessed a bar brawl with a couple of rowdy pool playing mobs. Seriously, it's been years! I felt like patting them all on the backs afterwards and saying something demeaning like, "Thank you, boys, for giving all the mummies on our table a most exciting highlight to our evening."
(I think one was called Grub, Julie! x)