I’m back in my little flat, after 2 lovely Christmas / New Year weeks in England. It was a nice quiet one, which is all you need really when time with your family is so limited. The drama was limited to losing power the night before Christmas Eve with no guarantee that it would be back in time to cook the turkey on the day, and having to gut the turkey by candlelight at nearly midnight (I’m not afraid of what my food looked like before it was neatly trussed and roasted.) We were lucky enough to be up and running by the evening of Christmas Eve, although many others weren’t so lucky.
But since I arrived back pretty late last night, I’m pretty wiped out, so I’m going for a cop-out post, comprising mostly of pictures of some wooden gift-tags that I made in a sudden rush of creativeness after all my main presents had been finished (which was when I should have been pack the night before I left. Story of my life.)
“Upcycled” (does this count as upcycling) from old cello bridges from work (taken with permission, not stolen..)
And now off to start re-organising my kitchen cupboards around all the mugs I couldn’t stop myself from bringing back…