the day after christmas our #1 turned 18
and so the shed received a quick dressing down of 'gleeful festive' pretties.
my mum and i hung up bunting that i bought in from the yard and quickly put through Mrs W. Machine... we found a left over packet of paper lanterns from my 40th birthday (oh so long ago)
even the 'whatnot gleeful' tree became a 'whatnot' birthday tree complete with vintage wallpapered numbers
i was tres brave all day and was only caught once hugging her very very tightly with tears in my eyes, begging her never to leave. i think in the current circumstances, when your first born becomes an official adult it is allowable to have one moment of 'break down'.
i do believe she enjoyed her day and we even got a rare 'shot' of us together... she mentioned that it was not perhaps the best shot of her, saying her hair wasn't behaving and her 'stance' a little dubious. i said "not my problem dearie, i'm looking okay in this picture and you have youth on your side, we are going with this one"
she is busy painting the laundry room and fretting at the enormity of the task she has taken on whilst still in pyjamas ~ Tif