Warm and shiny and cozy. We read, lots. We ate well, and spent lots of time outside, and cuddled and rode our bikes. Just an ordinary weekend. And I feel like we all smell like sun and meadow now, and oh, it should always, always be summer. We should move somewhere where the weather is always like this.
This is what I got:
Ronja picked the owl fabric, and the yellow, flowery one. Eva chose the orange one - she wants to make a heating pillow from it, and she thought it looked warm. Miro picked the blue polka dots because he like them best. I don´t know what to make from it yet, though. It looks like a great fabric for a rock-a-billy dress, but I can´t make that for Miro, I suppose. Mehmet was not interested in fabric.
We painted jars with the leftover chalkboard paint from Eva´s room. I needed a solution to keep the light out, so I can store my herbs in them - originally, I had intended to wrap them in sisal, but Ronja and her brothers decided to wrap our whole garden in sisal, so I had to improvise. I bet they will look great, with the name of the spice written on them - when they stop smelling like paint.
Miro is working on his novel:
When he´s not preparing dinner.
Music for the night is Regina, wrapping me up like a cozy blanket: