You have to love it when paper stamps cut through wads of tissue paper with a whacking great guillotine whomp.
Rather than beginning to wind Hugo's blanket down, I am becoming more and more drawn into the border. There is so little thought needing to go into it, just double crochet after double crochet (or triple if you are English).
Nothing is going particularly right in the painting section of my life so I will show you a couple of little bits instead.
The edge finished of the big painting - now it is ready to go into the school auction. Charitable works for year - tick (although it never stops just at that does it???).All is well in the house of the big blue couch. Children have recovered from mid-winter lurgies and I am sure a few good nights' sleep will take my glands back down to normal size. The painting is forging ahead full steam in the new room although the Sulphur yellow has been slightly toned down to Turbo (more yellow and less orange).
I am so weired and strung up on colours being just right I couldn't sleep last night but I am sure all of you out there are the same being bloggy/crafty people. I know there is a whole world beyond my house at the moment with all sorts of terrible and wonderful things happening but still, I will have to be looking at that yellow for quite some time to come.