At The Mercerie  everything's printed by hand. Today I found small  hand prints on walls, mirrors windows and tables.

Today I was thinking about PR. Then the washing machine broke down. I kept pressing the button. Press, release, press, release, press, release. But nothing happened.

This morning it was my turn to make breakfast. (again) I can see a pattern emerging.

Today we made dream catchers. We wove them really tightly. Just to make sure nothing slips through the net.      

I found this decomposing seedhead as I was gardening today. An Easter bunny hopped over for a closer look and said; "But Mummy, everything has a skeleton" Then it hopped away, singing.