I know you have a little life in you yet
My grandmother is very poorly, things as a consequence have been a bit shit.
I'm so proud of Ma Hen, who has moved mountains. We have joked that there is a photo of her in all consultants' offices and written above it "Do whatever she wants doing, she won't let up"
I have done the usual Miss P. thing of shutting out all the people, because they have an annoying habit of saying things like "she's had a good innings" or recounting tales of what they believe to be similar experiences as a way of showing empathy. Equally annoying. I know I'm a bitch, people are trying to be nice.
Once you have shut out all the people, the only thing left is work. I have thrown myself whole heartedly into flowers, weddings, searching for the perfect vessels. Finding a new variety of rose, or the perfect shaped vase in which to show it off. I'm like an addict, wide eyed, scouring.
I shall bring you images of new vessels another time, but for now i bring you yarn.
A furniture shop was getting rid of lots of yarn, so i bought the lot and filled them with ranunculus. The shop window is uncharacteristically minimal. Customers are unsure about it, i can sense they feel uncomfortable, wondering if when they come in next time it will be to an entirely zen space.
and quite a lot of people have come in asking if i have wool suitable for making cardigans.
In other news
Baby George is such a dude
New blogging schedule = 2 posts a week Tuesdays and Thursday
I haven't eaten any sugar
I have put the shop heater away and bought cosmos plants, so if the temperature plummets, you can blame me.
Might start selling wool
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:25 PM