Rosy-Glassed Raconteuse
Because life is more enchanting bathed in a pinkish hue...
A Venti for a Little Ted?
Stumbling out of bed this morning, after a ridiculously cold night that sent me reaching at 2am for all the doonas, blankets, stuffed toys and anything nondescript that remotely resembled ‘thickness’, ‘softness’ or ‘warmth’ that I could find, I literally looked like a teddy bear: round, covered in fluffy-down and unabashedly uncoordinated.
I won’t show you a picture of my bed, 1. As it reveals how much of a big little baby I am and 2. Because it looks like someone put the entire cast (plus blankets) of the collective ABC Kids programs — plus a few more ‘Big Teds’ — and had a slumber party where pillow fights were the order of the day, or night…
Having had spent the entire night re-writing a niggling story in my head, I needed a MASSIVE double-strength-anything caffeine hit to commence the writing/re-writing/editing process…
So this morning, this is me….
Today is going to be fabulous!
Keep smiling, I will! After all, I’m a teddy bear today… :)
~ S xx
