We got out the Christmas tree on the weekend. Got the big box out of the garden shed. Pulled the big box of decorations out of the cupboard. Jamie and I were excitedly hopping from one foot to the other, at the prospect of decorating the Christmas tree.
Except.... we can't find the feet for our tree!!!! Argh. Our tree is completely legless. They could be anywhere in our garden shed. Which means the probability of us ever seeing them again is minimal. DH is a renovator and his shed is chokablock of junk, err, gear, err important tools and parts. Sigh.
But onto better news, lol.
Yes, the news is out. The cat is out of the bag. I am one of ten scrapbooking Masters in Australia this year. I am incredibly amazed every time I see my name on the list of Masters. Thank you to everyone who has been filling my email intray with notes of congratulations and other bits of love. And congratulations to the other Masters, I look forward to working with you and learning from you over the next twelve months.
And, just to include a photo - here's one that Phil took the other afternoon. Gotta love little boys.