It's flipping hard to take a photo of a quilt top in the wind!
I tried patience, I tried talking to the wind....I even co-opted my youngest daughter to hold the quilt down on one side. Sorry, but this is the best I can do under the (very) trying circumstances....my Lilys quilt, still waiting for me to quilt it. Ho hum.
So it's Sunday and confession time....by the way, I was so glad to hear I wasn't the only dog chocky eater in the world. Let's see if I'm not alone this week.
Have you ever seen a slightly mad looking woman, walking quickly along the street whilst clutching a loaf of bread tightly to her chest?
That would have been me.
It was a sunny day and I decided to walk to the shops leaving the kiddies at home with dad. All I wanted was a moment to myself out in the sunshine and some nice fresh bread.
What I ended up with was a tee shirt dripping with milk and a soggy loaf.
Don't ever be fooled by the term "weaned". Your child may know it but your boobs have notions of their own.
The simple act of a bit of jiggling in a looser bra plus a crying baby (not mine) in the bakers and I developed two large spreading damp patches across my front.
I had about a mile to walk home. No jumper or cardie to hide in. No car to slide inside and drive away. It was an embarassing moment in my life....did you see me?
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