Last night, husband and I spent a few hours felting for the stall on Saturday. I must say, his wool sculpting abilities outstrip mine hands down. He is particularly deft at character-full animals.
I on the other hand, prefer to stick to chubby birds. Giant ones, as it turns out...
Today I set myself the task of baking at least one Orange/Yoghurt cake from my all time fave New Moosewood Cookbook, to take to Chicken 1's play this evening.
And Chicken 1 was the most magnificent cello playing Queen of Hell a proud mum could ever ever wish for