Playing with paper.

This week has been a busy week with incredibly important things such as staring at colour chips and drinking tea and staring at more colour chips. However, I did take some time out and visited my cousin where we were very industrious producing many, many, many tissue paper flowers for the school's bollywood ball.

Can you imagine the heady thrill knowing that by crafting I was a very helpful mother, very seriously helping the school. Let me tell you it was hard to stop. Have a good weekend!!

P.S. This is being written a little while later - I am in an absolute panic, my new room which is being painted in white, is going to have yellow trim around the bottom scotia and windows and the doors will be yellow too. The only thing is, the yellow I have chosen is called sulphur and now I am really worried. What kind of colour is sulphur? What kind of person would choose sulphur. And then... over the last few days, every time I have opened the cupboard to get a mug I have felt strange, as though something is not quite right and I don't know why, as though we don't have enough mugs.................... And I have just found out that my favourite mug has smashed (why did I not notice earlier - well sometimes it stays up on my work table for a few days). It was a friend to me and always let me drink from it and never complained about the heat. Goodbye my friend, may your rest in peace. xxooxxooxx.