Something Lovely Too.

Well, seeing as I missed out on my Something Lovely post last week I'm going to make up for it with another favourite of mine. These are paintings by the Pennsylvanian artist Stacey Bear.



I only discovered her fairly recently, but I love her work.



I could just see these on my wall.

Something Lovely.

Why have I not featured the work of Julie Arkell before now? My all time favourite. My hero. I could look at her work for hours. I dream about owning some. Someday.



It's the lovely yet heart-breaking innocence she captures so beautifully.



And the attention to detail.

I never tire of it.

A Week Of Sundays.

This is what I love about school holidays. Getting to slouch around in slouchie gear and not do much at all. Except a lot of play.



Or. I get to do one of those on-the-long-finger jobs. I always seem to start off doing one thing and end up doing another. My plan was a long over-due re-organisation of my work space. But I ended up painting the kitchen dresser. With a little help from The Little One. There's still a bit to do, so I'll leave it til tomorrow to show you how it looks.

At Last.

Jay is home. Finally.

We are all smiling.



Suffice to say, we will not be doing much more than mooching around for the next few days.

My Little Chef.

Ok. It's almost two weeks now that Jay is gone. I have had countless dinners and 'sleep-overs' in my parents, (thanks Mum and Dad, as always), dinner and 'sleep-overs' in Joan and Dominic's, lovely bean feast in Jude and Steve's, delicious Indian meal in Carole and Paul's on Saturday night. Am I forgetting anyone? Thank you all. This is what makes it a bit more bearable.
But after nearly two weeks now I am flagging, and the last thing I felt like doing was cooking tonight.

The Eldest loves cooking. His latest favourite movie at the moment is Ratatouille. He absolutely loves it. He was watching it this evening when I was trying to encourage myself to get up off my chair and cook dinner. In a flash he turned off the movie, disappeared into the kitchen and came back announcing that he was going to do stir-fry and noodles for dinner.



With a little bit of help from his little brother.



We had an amazingly delicious and perfectly cooked dinner.



And I promised to mention these cakes he made last Monday and Wednesday.



It was my Dad's birthday on Thursday, and the cake was by The Eldest.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDAD!



More cake on Monday too, just because.



And I didn't lift a finger.

I am grateful, proud and very reassured.