I made you a table...
So, there I was, planning out my small sister's birthday card/present (for I, too, have had a sudden realisation that the year is galloping past us like a... gallopy thing) and I decided that I would draw a picture in the card. I don't have the card yet. This is a practice picture. I expected that, as usual, the nice picture in my head would turn into a horrible mess of scribbles on the page, but I managed to actually make it look like it should! Something is terribly wrong with the world. Or the awesome bright pink pen I get to use at work is magical. One of the two. Obviously I have to recreate the drawing in the card at some point and that is where it will all go horribly wrong.
(I have a theory that the universe is out of kilter because I put pink sheets on my bed this morning. This fact disturbs me, even though they are very very light pink and I did in fact choose them myself. They may yet be bequeathed to the Squeen.)
Also, I won against the paint last night - it only went on my arms. Me: 1, Cupboard: 0.
(I have a theory that the universe is out of kilter because I put pink sheets on my bed this morning. This fact disturbs me, even though they are very very light pink and I did in fact choose them myself. They may yet be bequeathed to the Squeen.)
Also, I won against the paint last night - it only went on my arms. Me: 1, Cupboard: 0.