No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
The pink ladies that line our street have burst into bloom.
And the rhubarb plant, which practically disappears in winter, is sending forth nubby pink shoots and the occasional crinkled leaf.
In spite of all the upheaval, year after year. Certainty.
Cute little overnight bag, free with 3 L’Oreal professional hair care products. Pretty colours. But fabric hexagons… so last season.
The textile bloggers have already moved on.
Doesn’t stop me totally coveting it though…
Sneaky. Whose idea was it to cut all of the plain buttons off Dad’s one remaining clean white shirt and replace them with a rainbow?
Sweet. The fact that Dad still wore the white shirt to work, rainbow buttons and all.