Poppy power

Morning Bods :) 

When Jane asked me if I would design for her, using the lovely floral images from her shop Janey's Digi Designs, it confirmed what I have known for a long while. She is clearly two seeds short of a packet of poppies! But I've humoured her, as the images are pretty darn fab, and I thought it would be a fun to push my colouring boundaries. (Aren't flowers just beautiful? Doing them justice is the challenge for me.) So, you can expect to see a few more floral numbers, but lucky for me, I can play with them as and when. Whoot.

On Monday, I promised you a Wynj, and I do like to keep my word....

I needed to stay away from home a week or so ago. I don't get out much these days, so it's been a while since I stayed in a hotel. And even longer since I stayed in one alone, therefore, being allowed to unlock the door, which falls firmly under Blue Job Categorisation. Now, don't get excited. I know that hotel room doors are often unlocked with a plastic card these days, that happened way back when I worked in them. But the next bit is new. 

So, I arrived. I checked in. Although that was complicated. Name, Nationality, Car Registration AND Signature. Hello! That's like the check out lady asking me how many bags I used this week. I've been counting for years. But every time I get asked that. Every. Time. My mind goes completely blank and I'm left pointing at bags, with a mouth like a goldfish, until Sweet Cheeks steps up to the mark. 

Anyway. I'm in. I'm at the hotel room door. I'm swiping my key CARD, coz I'm modern and 'wiv' it and I'm in the room. At this point, I should point out that it's gone 10pm and the sun has firmly got his zzzzzz on. Yep, Dark. Pitch, in fact. 

Anyway. I'm in. Bags are in (Blue Job). Door is shut. It's dark. I mentioned that, right? It's dark. I reach for the light switch, as there's always a light switch by the door. Nothing happens. I flick it again. Nuffin. Oh well, I'll mention it to Reception on the way out in the morning. I scrabble for the bathroom light switch, which is also, always, close to the door. Nuffin. I will confess, my thoughts on what I'd say in Reception in the morning, got a bit sharper. 

Anyway. I dump everything on the floor and stumble across the room, in the hope I'll find a lamp, on a table, without breaking my foot on the bed. And oh joy of joys, it comes on. Whoop. Reception heaves an inaudible sigh of relief. I head back to the door to get baggage. I mentioned that's a Blue Job, right?

And what did I notice, next to the light switch?

What the? It's flamin' darker than a dark thing, in a dark place. Insert Card for Power!! How are you supposed to see that exactly?!!

Supplies... 

Image: Icelandic Poppy; Janey's Digi Designs