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