happy feet

Life always seems so much more manageable when I've got painted toenails...

I think it's because they are a reminder that I've had a bit of time to do something calm, relaxing and pretty for myself, even for a few moments in all the madness around me. Little coloured flags showing me that my life can't possibly be THAT mental if I've had time to sit down and paint my toenails.

I know that in a couple of weeks these tootsies will be in dire need of attention and I probably won't get round to taking the nail polish off, it will slowly fade and chip off and look scraped and old and horrid. Little manky flags showing me that my life is sometimes THAT mental and I've had no time to sit down and paint my toenails.

Somehow, knowing that those days are twitching about on the horizon makes these pink piggies all the more appealing.

Twas a lovely weekend - two parties yesterday, both lovely and full of friends old and new. The the latter ended up with me and The Dog staggering up the road talking absolute nonsense and collapsing in star shapes onto our bed, only to wake up several hours later with skull cracking headaches and mouths akin to deserts on the hottest day of the year.

All in the name of good fun. And resonating round my head today, some lovely words about my writing, which has fired me up so much today that I've written a children's story AND started my writing scrapbook ahead of picking up my writing course again in a few months.

Brills! Sundays = my favourite and my best.