oh, dear.

i don't think words can explain as well as these do. at least the mess equals the productivity.
i'm hoping to sell some things in a couple of weeks, rather a week, actually 5 days - gulp - at a friends house. so the house will likely remain in this state until then and maybe beyond it as i crash in a heap.

felt::threads

spy satchels for little boys.

school fete today.
there has been a buzz around the school, this house and at least two family members (tigs and me) in it.
my house is trashed with threads, snippets of fabric and a hundred ideas mid-flight.

clean

my funny pair. smelling deliciously sweet - baby goodness, greg calls it.
woo's fringe is starting to grow and i think she looks lovely with it in a bow.
she had been somewhat reluctant to have her 'ha bow' put in, that is until tigs decided to wear one!

i love that even as i type this he remains unfazed that it will be documented for posterity (21st?). ah, the innocence.

art of woo

you love to draw. this was a rare moment, though, this one was done on paper...

you're two and you can draw almost perfect circles and are starting to add little circles inside and calling it a 'miley face'!

i just want to remember and remind myself that your 'naughtiness' is mostly because you're just so clever.

i love you woo.

mummy x

wiser?

older yes, wiser i don't know.
my first pair of glasses.

i'll say no more...

bu-kurk!

our neighbour flew past to say hello!



she was a very welcome visitor and caused egg-streme egg-citement around here. jun was seriously shocked to see her appear outside his window, tigs super excited and full of a thousand questions, woo shouting and laughing with delight. even greg thought it was an interesting event. me, i was thrilled by her beauty and the chance to photograph her, liberated and off on her adventure to 'the other side'.
i felt very 'beatrix' as her story played out in my head.

her family retrieved her and her beautiful wings have now been clipped so she'll probably not be here for a while, but i'm glad she won't get 'lost' on the roads around here. i rather like her and her sister's gentle clucking as they go about their day over the fence.

frozen focus

my little storm-chaser, couldn't wait to get collecting 'samples'.
i love (and sometimes get frustrated) that tigs just doesn't rush, even in the middle of a hailstorm.

call me irresponsible for letting him go out in the hail,
but i remember being able to do similar things when i was a little girl
and loving the exhilaration and excitement of the 'out of the ordinary'.

he rushed inside for hot chocolate!