open for business...

we are all wearing days old underpants,

there's enough of used dog's hair on the floor to craft a small toupee,

noodle and doodle's stink has now permeated through the closed bedroom door to cause distress to unsuspecting passers by,

four children have not gone hungry, although i have not heard squeals of delight when presenting my 'offerings at the dinner table' more like groans of despair and yes, one evening a tear was shed...

my graying roots have been fixed but for the past few days i have been sporting a lovely 'unwashed' quite possibly 'deranged' look

("enough Tif"..."we get it"...oh alright then, i was just doing a bit of scene setting,)

and so the point which i need to hurry up and make before i collapse in a little heap on the sofa with a cup of tea and yarn in hand...("hang on a minute...don't you have toilets to clean and undies to wash?"...) choosing to ignore such outcries, as i was saying, the point is...

i did it, i bloody did it!

it's been over a year since my little head was turned by a certain yellow house and then a certain mossy shed...over a year since i put a new 'slip' up for sale...

you have been the most patient of friends, keeping me going, tolerating my need to feather my new nest and for that i must thank you kindly...

my little shop is open again, with plenty of 'wares' on display and let's hope it stays that way...

she had forgotten how comfy dottie angel's shoes were ~ Tif

footnote: don't want to put a 'damper' on things, but disaster has struck, someone in my little household has been 'dipping' into my chocolate spread jar and not just any old jar, the 'last' jar in my cupboard...heads will roll