Fabulous Followers..

It’s been awhile since my first Fab Followers post, so it’s time to hit the road again, I think. It might take us some time to get from house to house, Le Punk has some new wheels & doesn’t think much of pedalling, too much like hard work, she thinks (she is her Mother’s daughter…), and so I must push her along, especially up any small inclines.

Right, so, here we are, flushed from mild exertion on this crisp & foggy morn, arriving at the door of one Lovely Lola Nova. I am a little smitten with this chicky, don’t you know, and I like to visit her often, so I know she won’t mind kicking off today’s house calls.

Miss Punk has run off to annoy Poor Pony girl, Lola’s adorable daughter, so I can sit a spell & bask in Lola’s creative genius. She’s been making things…

As Le Punk comes bounding back, I wonder if Lola will notice that I suddenly look three months more pregnant than I did when I arrived – I have secreted one of her lovely cushions up my jumper. Patting my much larger ‘bump’ absent mindedly, I make my excuses and push Miss Punk off to our next destination; Jolijou.

Andrea is a busy, talented bee! I think Punky will have an entirely new outfit by the time we leave, something like this perhaps…?

Unfortunately, we’re leaving funky-less; we can hear a sewing machine whirring & the occasional exclamation I can only assume to be German cursing, but I think that Andrea is too engrossed in her work to hear the doorbell!

We decide to try another day & push on. My ample tum is starting to rumble.. where to go for a tasty smackarel…?

Happily, Sally had just put the kettle on – perhaps she sensed something in the air, because look what else was waiting for us!

*munch*Suchadeliciousvisit*gulp*Ithinkwe’llbebackagainsoonSal*mmmmm*You certainlyknowhowtomakeacoupleofgalsfeelwelcome*nomnom*

Perhaps just one more stop – it looks like rain and us without our wellies or Punk’s Miffy raincoat…

We’re welcomed into Steph’s place, but everything looks so sweet & pretty, I’m loathe to set a sticky apple-pie smothered Punk loose to wreak havoc, instead we enjoy a whirlwind tour and leave before Miss Punk has spotted this divine wee piano, which she would surely take to, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm…

Home again, home again lickety split! Thank you all for having us today – it’s been fun and this kid’o’mine is even starting to get the hang of her new bike… as for the rest of you; if your sweet face resides in my ‘followers’ box, you best tidy up, you never know when we’ll be popping over!

 

Fabulous Followers…

…oh, just some of them… you’re all tops, you know, and make me smile, even when I’m a bit nervous & being daft. You’re pretty cool & it’s pretty cool to know you’re out there.

I thought I’d share the love & have been a-visiting. I packed up a couple of my glorious suitcases, including all the necessities of course; hat, gloves, teapots & birdie eggcups, and went knocking on the doors of some lovely peeps, whom I knew how to find because they left their calling card in that “Followers” box. There were also some chewing gum wrappers & a marble in there, but I’m going to let it slide.

First I tapped lightly on Caroline’s door. Then I knocked louder – I think she was having a nap. She has a lovely place don’t you know, if these ridiculously sweet on oh-so-many-levels heart cookies made by her wee one don’t convince you then… then… *insert insult here*

I left Caroline to her nap & continued on to Kylie’s place, munching all the while on a crunchy broken heart….

She wasn’t expecting company. But she let me in anyway. I felt right at home, truth be told, but the morning was getting away from me and I had a couple more stops to make.

The Doily was next on my itinerary – and it’s not all that far from here, which is nice.

I was kind of hoping I might get a taste of delicious apple cider… but it’s not ready yet… I’ll have to come back. If you hang around long enough… you might get a sip too!

A little thirsty now, I trudged on, perhaps Beck could provide a weary traveller with some refreshment?

I knocked & knocked & peered through the window… but she was out. I did manage to glimpse something rather pretty sitting on the table, but thought I better move on before a neighbour alerted the authorities to the presence of a rather tall perspiring woman with two very large suitcases loitering on next door’s porch…

Feeling a bit hot & bothered, I cut my trip short, to be resumed at a later, cooler, date….

xo