A Sunday.

A Sunday in June.

A freezing cold, blustery, rainy, indoors day.

A roaring fire.

A fresh off the needles beanie. Raveled here.

A kid who is working her way through a twenty pack of new undies. She's wearing bright blue right now.

A pile of 32cm vintage sheets squares that are slowly being sewn back together again.

A gorgeous and generous gift of some sheet bits from Miss Jennie that I cut up before I photographed. Oops! Thanks Jennie. x

A little sister visitor who is crimping Miss Indi's hair and doing magazine quizes.

A pile of old caravan handles waiting to be attached.

A whole lot of time wasted with my new friend The Twitter. I'm foxslane there too.

A seven year old who is scared she might die because she ate half a big tub of off yogurt with homemade grape jelly.

A thought that I should probably clean out the fridge.

A caravan paint job on hold because Farmer/painter Bren had to leave for Melbourne for another funeral.

A new knitting project that looks like a jelly fish.

A wet pile of school uniforms waiting to be hung out.

A thought of a possibility that one day we might be ready enough to leave this place and head north and west.

What's your Sunday looking like?

See ya. x