When will there be good news? Today!
After what felt like a never ending cycle of doom (politics), gloom (state of the world) and general malaise (getting older, things not working like they used to), it seemed as though there was nothing good anymore.
But there is so much to celebrate! I try to honour the real messy joy of life on here. Oh, and I rarely take things seriously.
Warning: blog contains ramblings of an unspecific nature, cats, allotments and books.
I donned my painty top this week, to paint more shelves at work. Amongst the ubiquitous white spatters, there are flashes of yellow, pink, green and even a smudge of teal blue. I can track my house moves and life changes on this fabric.