Catch up post of photos I promised:

I have found the lead for my camera again.  Can you tell?

I really ought to keep it in a safe place.  The same safe place every time.  It’s a novel idea and it just might work.

So, here are a random assortment of photos that I promised over the last few weeks and have only just gotten around to delivering.  In no particular order:

The glorious glass snowflake, light catching window ornament thing that Mrs. Jones made for me for Christmas with her own fair and very skilled hands.

I really wanted to take a picture of it hanging in the window, but I am rubbish at arty photography and the colours came out better in the box.  Mrs. Jones is thinking of making these to sell, along with her gorgeous jewelery.  I think she should.  She is a very self-deprecating lady, but she is a craft genius and I envy her ability to just whip things up. She has new projects on hand this year and I am dying with curiosity to know what they are.  Check out her blog for updates.

My gorgeous Japanese dolls that my parents bought me for Christmas:

I have wanted proper Japanese dolls ever since I read Miss Happiness and Miss Flower by Rumer Godden when I was about eight. I particularly wanted a baby boy doll, like Little Peach in the story, a mischievous baby boy who is found inside a peach stone.  So it really is true that all comes to he who waits, as my mother used to tell me constantly.  Grr!

My new Moomins’ Mug:

You may remember on one particularly fraught day in the holidays I broke my Thingumy and Bob mug, much beloved of me.  I ordered a new one, and accidentally pushed the ‘buy it now and don’t tell Jason for gawd’s sake’ button on this Hemulen mug.  The Hemulen is inspecting some spectacularly hairy creepy crawlies with his magnifying glass. I love he.

My new handbag:

How cool is this bag? It was only a tenner.  I snatched their hand off.  It is a child’s bag by Oilily, but it is roomy enough for my purse, phone, keys and a book, so what’s not to love? It attracted great attention in the playground yesterday afternoon when I went to pick up the girls.  I don’t know if I’m becoming an anarchic fashion icon of the playground or whether they humour me because I’m bonkers.  I don’t really care.