Showing posts with label My Mum's Craft Shop... Spring has Sprung. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Mum's Craft Shop... Spring has Sprung. Show all posts

1 March 2013

Fluffhead Friday


Morning :)


Alrighty then! Who completely forgot about Wynj Wednesday? And it's not like I don't have anything I need to 'discuss', either. But, due to my borderline OCD Nature, as it's Friday, and not Wynjnesday, I can't share. But. Did I mention it's Fluffhead Friday? Oh yeah baby!

But first, the beginning of the month means a couple of things.. brand spankin' new Challenges at My Mum's Craft Shop and Some Odd Girl. At MMCS, Spring has Sprung. This got me to thinking about Easter and my Woven Basket Die. I love making treat boxes now. What can I say? I'm a basket case.

But then, blow me down. The postman just randomly delivered some Paper Artsy Stamps to my house, not really sure why... you don't ask do you? And it would have been rude not to make a quick tag, before I could say 'Hang on a minute, these aren't mine'. Ahem!

So, that's Spring done and dusted. What's next? Oh yes. Some Odd Girl. New Challenge. Or, at least there will be in a few hours, because it's still yesterday there. Come on Earth! Do keep up.


Now I promised some Fluff. The problem is, I have so much to choose from. Maybe I should make Fluffhead Friday a regular thing. But let's start with The Taxi Run shall we?

Every day involves some kind of Taxi Run for me. Taxi Runs, fall firmly under Pink Categorisation. Well, that's not strictly true, as there is a bit of a Purple Element from time to time. But. Shhhh. There's at least one Taxi Run, every day. Either Sweet Cheeks, or Very Understanding Hubby. Of course, Very Understanding Hubby's Taxi Run's are more complicated, and I have to know things like... What day is it today? Blah, blah, blah.

 So, the other night, PM Taxi Run Operation was in full swing, and The Cheeks and I are sitting in the Designated Drop Off Zone, waiting. And waiting. And that's all the waiting. I'm not a patient person. I phone Very Understanding Hubby to tell him we're waiting at The Designated Drop Off Zone. Poor Very Understanding Hubby, chastised, and a bit confused, bolts out of work, like Fluff after a jellybean, and legs it to the Designated Drop Off Zone. You'll notice I referred to the Designated Pick Up Point as the Designated Drop Off Zone. Nuff said...

Supplies...