....from the deepest darkest depths of the car storage bins under the floormats....(how long have we been back from holiday?)
Destined to become part of a Birthday Present for a Certain Poet...(and yes, he's a bit Uncertain about quite what his present is going to be...and nervous...)
On my way back from fetching felting wool to make the other part of the Birthday Present, from the Little House at the end of the garden, I found this forgotten treasure:
It came with a bonus earwig...
Meanwhile, the wool is slowly working itself into a receptacle for treasure:
(and yes, with the Birthday imminent, I'm supposed to be helping it along at the moment and not writing blog posts)
But I just had to show you this other treasure, that arrived in the post yesterday:
And even more treasure in the afternoon, from my class:
from Ann and Tricia, working hard to perfect their organza flowers over half-term...
But of course, the biggest and best treasure of all is:
....also the naughtiest Whippet.
He's not allowed up the stairs, but this was Bonfire Night so exceptions were made....
Still naughty though!