A Giveaway. A girl in a shirt. Some Moomin. Ikea genius. Crankiness.

I'm starting to see the time I can devote to blogging, rapidly slipping away. So I thought I'd better hold that Giveaway! Giveaway! Giveaway! I mentioned a while back.

If you'd like to have a chance at getting a vintage pillowcase (it's a fabulous one. I have a second one like it), one of Pam's beautiful soaps, a vintage card (which I've had for some time. It'd look good framed), and a Little My Moomin purse, then just comment.

In this Giveaway! Giveaway! Giveaway! I'll also include the people who commented on this post, because everyone said such nice things.

Thus, if you commented on that post and then comment on this post, that's two chances.

It's not a staggering prize, but it's better than a poke in the eye with the end of a vacuum cleaner.

I've decided every mother should be given an au pair when they leave hospital. So, as you're walking out the hospital's door with your sweet little bundle of joy, also accompanying you is your au pair. It makes sense now I think of it.

Here's my sweet little bundle of cantankerousness. She's donning a KLT shirt. Everyone should have a KLT shirt in addition to an au pair. I'm an aficionado. KLT does women's and men's sizes. I'm just trumpeting that fact because KLT sent this shirt to Martha. They are hand-me-downs from KLT's little lad. I love a good hand-me-down.
 

And who wouldn't love to get their sweaty Moomin paws on some Moomin enamel mugs? I can tell you, the New Kids on the Block love them here.

Here are some stools I covered in Ikea oil-cloth earlier today. It's not a great example of home-craftiness, but it brings me some satisfaction to wield a staplegun.

In this magazine, which was kindly given to me by a good chum, is my all-time now-favourite house.

I carry the magazine with me so I can look at the pages over and over.

It (the house not the magazine) has cork floors, and fabulous bright colours, and everything's orderly, but not impossible to imagine in reality.

There's beautiful furniture and a great entrance. Sometimes I wonder if it's more sensible to renovate something Mid-Century or design something from scratch.

Have you started Christmas shopping? I hunt and gather things during the year and squirrel them away.

 

I was pretty OLD-WOMAN-CRANKY to see this Internet order arrive at the front door, upside down, poorly sealed and OPEN. Everything was in there, but it arrived all-harakiried for all to see. And 'see the guts' they did. So now I have to work out what to do with the Christmas presents that everyone's already seen.

The store I ordered it from also sent the wrong crocheted Moomin figure. Yes. Precisely what I thought.

I ordered Snufkin, and Moomintroll turned up. How can one not tell Moomin characters apart?

So, I'm in the throes of getting the correct Moomin figure and refuse to post the wrong one back, at my cost, without having the one I ordered sent to me first. I suggested they send me Snufkin, and a self-addressed pre-paid envelope, in which I'd then return Moomintroll

But they are being obstinate, and so am I. It's time to take a stand, because I'm SICK of poor service.

(Standing in a belligerent fashion) Gone are those days, Your Honour. (Sit down again with a withered grimace).

Fin.