I keep telling myself that.
I came home a couple of days ago to find this giant game of Space Invaders all over my patio doors.
How totally awesome is that?
We won't mention the large lego model of a skull that appeared on the mantelpiece, or the bottle garden graveyard in the kitchen. No, we'll just pretend that is the perfectly rational behaviour of perfectly well adjusted teenagers...
I've been doing a bit of making myself. Some teeny tiny button bouquets (the buckets are thimbles). These now have chains added to make them into pendants.
The cuttlebug attacked last year's Christmas cards, and now I have some new ones for this year
And here we see Eloise in her new spats that she asked me to knit for her. I wouldn't have worn them over boots myself, seems to defeat the object.
No, not weird at all!