Wiggly bags in memory of a very brave little boyFrom one extreme to another - two gorgeous little babies came into school to meet everyone, and of course, babies need bibs, and two babies need lots, so I've been making those too and loving every minute (well, except those where the tension went wonky). There couldn't be a much better excuse to indulge in soft brushed cottons and some new Tilda florals.
Sunday was, of course, a time for remembering those who gave their lives for our country. It's always a day that stirs up strong emotions, and this year my composure was challenged again as Tall Small's choir joined another group of children to perform in a special concert of Remembrance. The standard of singing was wonderful, and the Senior choir (older teenagers) were nothing short of remarkable. Tiny Small clapped so hard she nearly fell off her seat. This time next year she'll be up there with her sister and I shall lose any shred of self control I ever possessed.
And the highest high? Undoubtedly a letter from the BBC for clever Tall Small, who managed to achieve a prize I yearned for during my entire childhood.
This has unsurprisingly, become her most treasured possession!