Yesterday

Yesterday, for some time, I had the house to myself. I had time to blog and time to scrap. And so I did. I made up the LO you can see here, of Miss Dunnit and her gang, posing on Prom Night. It's on a piece of Basic Grey (Aged & Confused). I even managed to convince her to do a bit of her own journalling -a minor miracle. She did it immediately. This caused me to actually sing 'Hallelujah!' at her at the top of my voice, more than once - actually, more than is good for a body's throat, but never mind. Do you know what she said? Brace yourself. She said that she did it and finished it, despite having only just come home, despite needing to er, powder her nose and despite needing to log onto the waiting world of friends and stalkers because it would stop me pestering her for the rest of the evening and better yet, stop me trying to control what she wrote! Well! I would be speechless but a blank page isn't really a blog post, huh? I can't imagine what she means. By 'control'. OK I'm a spelling and punctuation fascist but I can't help it. Nor did I suggest what she wrote. If I'd suggested anything, it wouldn't have been to mention the pinning of the dress to the bra, would it? Actually, I'd forgotten that detail already, but nevertheless, you take my point. I'm sure perpetuity may want to read about how strapless Prom dresses were held up, but I wasn't thinking on those lines, for sure! Just goes to show how we remember occasions so differently, and of course, I do often remind her to absorb every detail of these life moments; as it turns out, she does as she's told. Which leads onto the other thing I did yesterday - I blogged. Quite casually. My, how you all jumped on my delusion about Miss Dunnit being a poetry reading-cartoon watcher whilst with her boyfriend. How you made me laugh! I assure you I'm not really delusional, in reality a better description may well be near hysterical. But, I've got more to lose than prove in terms of being a control freak over her life. So I'm allowing myself the delusion of poetry and daisies, whilst in collusion with the (lovely) boy's mother. Call it an 'informed delusion' if you like! So when I say I'm going to do some scrapping, it's more a distraction technique - let me have that one, will ya?

So Carmen , of the perfectly named Whoopidoo-ings has tagged me over the reading thing.....I answered a tag thingy a few days ago that revealed nothing more interesting than I'm currently reading something political. Actually I have recently re-read this, so it's still on my bedside table - hope it counts - and will reveal page 161, the fifth whole sentence, and instead of tagging more, perhaps you'd just feel inclined to share too, if you're a reader:
"When she thought of him this way, she was overtaken with guilt, but also a peculiar, warm sensation that spread upward from her belly until it felt as if her face were glowing pink."
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
(wrote The Kite Runner, both are great, poignant, gripping, amazing - taught me loads about present day Afghanistan....read 'em if you can)

Judith was also generous enough to include me in her Circle of Friendship mentions too, and as you know, I cheated on the distribution of it last week when Angie included me while Judith was on holiday, so if you're listed here as a 'follower' please be included!