![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
My mother announced on Christmas day that she would be in early this morning because she wanted to buy some pillows and a stockpot. I wasn't looking forward to that at all, but the City by the Sea's House and Spotlight branches are hardly high points of the Boxing Day sales, so it wasn't too bad. I think House was busier when I passed it a few days before Christmas.
I saw a sheet of stickers of labels to put on jars of pantry items. It had the standard stuff like Flour and Sugar and Coffee, and also GF Flour and Quinoa. I remember helping my grandmother put some stickers like that on her tins of flour and such when I was little. She wouldn't have known what quinoa was and now I have two different sorts of it in my pantry. So there you go.
Day 352. Disfigured chocolate angel, Day 353. Brian has left the building (although I notice he left his coffee mug), Day 354. Bag in the air*, Day 354b. Obligatory flower, Day 355. String of baubles, Day 356. Livestock, Day 356a. Wise man surprised by giant turtle, Day 357. The north face of Mount Pavlova, Day 358. Christmas morning, Day 358a. Feather, Day 359b. Snake, Day 359c. Some loot
Only one week to go!
* My mother wanted something to put her licence in when she goes for a walk (so she can drive there without taking her whole wallet) and I saw this idea for weaving a little bag on a cardboard loom, so I made one for her. She came to visit just as I took this photo. 'Be arty,' she said. 'Throw it in the air and take the photo coming down.' Thus followed three solid minutes of me throwing it in the air and clicking while she sat on the garden chair laughing like a loon. Which may have been her plan all along.
I saw a sheet of stickers of labels to put on jars of pantry items. It had the standard stuff like Flour and Sugar and Coffee, and also GF Flour and Quinoa. I remember helping my grandmother put some stickers like that on her tins of flour and such when I was little. She wouldn't have known what quinoa was and now I have two different sorts of it in my pantry. So there you go.
Day 352. Disfigured chocolate angel, Day 353. Brian has left the building (although I notice he left his coffee mug), Day 354. Bag in the air*, Day 354b. Obligatory flower, Day 355. String of baubles, Day 356. Livestock, Day 356a. Wise man surprised by giant turtle, Day 357. The north face of Mount Pavlova, Day 358. Christmas morning, Day 358a. Feather, Day 359b. Snake, Day 359c. Some loot
Only one week to go!
* My mother wanted something to put her licence in when she goes for a walk (so she can drive there without taking her whole wallet) and I saw this idea for weaving a little bag on a cardboard loom, so I made one for her. She came to visit just as I took this photo. 'Be arty,' she said. 'Throw it in the air and take the photo coming down.' Thus followed three solid minutes of me throwing it in the air and clicking while she sat on the garden chair laughing like a loon. Which may have been her plan all along.