It happens to all of us. Every year, we have a birthday, and notch up one more year . . . I’m a February baby, and this month I turned 62. Not something I made a song or dance about, but I did receive a few surprises through the post, and I also treated myself to a few things.
I received a couple of birthday cards. The “bananas” from the Tattoo family, and the cross stitched Husky dog (a design by Hélène & Mahélia) from Claudine. Plus 4 very cute (and fake) succulent plants from my daughter, Lindashee.
Lindashee also sent me a puzzle.
I’m looking forward to doing that, it has such gorgeous colours.
Treats to myself were . . . the (fake) bamboo plant in the wicker basket because I am really enjoying my fake greenery around the living room, and (yes, even aged 62) I treated myself to a cuddly teddy bear for no reason other than that I’d seen him in the shop since way before xmas, and on a recent shopping spree he begged to come home with me. I’ve named him Hubert, a fairly old-fashioned, French name, but which is pronounced U-bear lol.
And, last but not least . . . some gorgeous colour for the yarn stash.
That’s two packs of 5 x 100g of cotton, taking advantage of special 50% off price on-line. When I ordered, I was convinced it was DK but label has it at more “sports/baby” weight, so it’s not going to be easy finding knitting patterns to make something. I don’t want to make scarves. My plan is to knit a couple of pretty summer tops.


































