Sorry for the recent lack of activity around here; I've been off on my 'olidays. To luverly Somerset, where Tom and I stayed with my even lovelier relatives for 6 days of wild adventures, brilliant conversation, and A LOT of excellent food. I'll be updating more about our westward jaunt later this week (and catching up with this week's BOTW), so in the meantime here are three things making me feel very special indeed:
1. Surprise Cards
I arrived home to find a surprise card from my favourite little person in the whole wide world (the recipient of the Peppa Pig Cake and the French Dinosaur). Have you ever seen anything more adorable?!
All of last week's adventures were undertaken whilst clad in wellington boots because it rained 24/7. (We still had an excellent time though. IN YOUR FACE, RAIN!) It turns out that, whilst comfortable for a stroll to our local pub and back, my wellies are not as ergonomically designed as I had hoped.
So, I am very grateful to whomever it was who invented plasters (Earle Dickinson, according to Google), as today my feet look something like this:
3. Being Famous
Prepare yourself for a seriously exciting announcement: I have been officially immortalised by the fabulous Lyndsey Smith! Eep!
After spotting Lyndsey's work a few years ago in my local gallery, I fell head-over-heels for her gorgeous watercolours depicting local landmarks and beautiful street scenes; including buildings from my very own town. I couldn't help purchasing a postcard of Bills restaurant, which has adorned our fridge ever since. A few months later, Lyndsey (quite coincidentally) started following my blog; and we started sending little comments back and forth.
I recently confessed to Lyndsey that I'd developed a habit of checking her new paintings in case I could spot anyone who looked like me; so I could pretend I was all famous-like and immortalised in some proper art 'n' stuff. Then, lo and behold, guess who she painted into her latest picture of the flea market?! I *might* have done a little jig of joy... :)
Very aptly, Lyndsey painted me struggling home with a piece of furniture much too heavy for me to lift- typical of me and my impulsive flea market purchases! Haha.
|Lyndsey's gorgeous painting of the flea market.|
Apparently this painting is now hung in our local gallery, so I'm hoping to pop in at the weekend and get a picture of me with the, well, picture of me. I think I might have to buy one too- it's not every day one gets to be an artists muse. And by muse, I mean, asks them cheekily to include you in their painting!
What's been making you smile this week?