it is crack of dawn early, Rachelle arrived late monday, Cath arrives later today, i am sitting here in 'night attire' surrounded by a shed in all its granny chic wonder and digging deep within the recesses of my little cogs to come up with the right spiffy words for certain points within the book.
|the most 'love you like no other' peachy bark cloth i have ever come across|
i know those words will be found, they always do, they just play hard to get on some days. whilst looking for them, i might go out in my nightie and clogs into the yard, stand in the rain and do a 'not too sunny but not blimen raining' dance in the hope of someone up above seeing me in my glorious brightly embroidered thrift store 'get-up' and shine down on us for the next 2 days
|taken before the rains came|
in a bit, probably still with thinking caps on but no nighties, just nice handmade frocks, Rachelle and moi will be off to the thrift store. could not have her fly all this way and keep her in the shed doing only book stuff! the next few days will be full of photo taking and styling so this morning, we will play hooky from the book(y).
for playing hooky will be good for our granny chic souls and our little tired cogs which appear to be needing a little oiling... and nothing gets those cogs going quite like a pottle amongst the shelves of despair