With the house (fairly) neat and clean, and my work caught up for the moment, I've managed to get quite a bit of nice stuff done.
I've finally finished reading a book I began months ago (Dead and Unwed) and have even made a small dent in a second. When the house is being shown I skedaddle out of the house, go for a walk and bury my head in a book. I didn't realize just how much I miss that bit of daily reading time until sort of being forced back into it. I'm glad for the push.
Today, when I returned home I noticed that the lookers were still looking at the house so I snuck over to my local crafty place. I picked up some loverly little bits of fabric for my fat fibre book and managed to make a few 'blank' pages this afternoon.
I'm looking forward to the embellishing and seeing what becomes of them. It's only just begun but I already love the look of those pages stacked together with the wee dangly bits poking out. *dreamy sigh* I hope it turns out well :)
