Learning something new...

This picture shows Mr Dunnit using his phone to capture the view from the board walk part of of our recent long weekend destination. Until we returned and he uploaded his pics, I had no idea that he had started to take so many - it's usually left to me, or probably more likely, I take 'em so I don't have to be in them. Alarmingly, he seems to have taken several shots of me in moments of unguarded, non-photogenic candid-ness. Nothing saucy or naughty, more grim and ghastly. Half asleep by the pool, standing in the only breezy spot so the wind could billow my dress and make me look twice as fat...you know the ones. And more alarming still - he likes them. He says they're 'me'. So of course, I've learned that I perceive myself as looking very different from the middle aged, quite wrinkly eyed blob with bad holiday hair that he captured. Shocker.

I have another. Shocker, that is. I picked up some new bits and pieces from the shop on Saturday, including some gorgeous pearlescent cardstock in a 12" pad. Some ribbon. And maybe a stamp or two because I can't help myself. This new stuff has been on my desk since I had free time yesterday and I've used, or broken into all of it already. I am totally inspired by new stuff. I do return to old faves, because I can't have a bunch of new stamps every week, really. I mean, the kid still need shoes, so I have to be a little bit disciplined with the housekeeping money! I've just finished my tour of the record number of WOYWWs and am driven green by the number of neat and tidy desks showing off new stuff. Indeed, am off to do some shopping after this because I have a sudden yearning. Funny isn't it, that I delude myself about the way I look (until someone shows me a picture), but I'm under no such delusions about my crafting life and habits. It's a very singular habit (ok, selfish) and of course, it satisfies the shopping gene, but the part I've learned is that I don't share it at home...is it because I can share here in the bosom of people who actually get it? Something Mr D will learn at the end of our long and successful marriage - ignorance truly was bliss. And that will be another day not wasted!