..... Buy Me A New Camera! Yes, today. I know it would be wise to do some interweb-ordering, and I may yet find a crafty way to combine online-nicer-price-ness with the gratification that comes with getting my mitts on that camera straightaway....
The faff that comes with borrowing the 13 year old's camera, then waving a magic wand to splutter some life into my camera while I download the photos is too boringly luddite, even for me. Yesterday my I-don't-lurve-it-anymore gadget refused to recognise its own memory card, and proudly downloaded instead some manky photos of a clematis I'd taken 3 years ago from the built-in memory thingie. Enough.... I wanted to post glorious orange poppies that abound in the garden, the selection of old postcards that I had a merry evening rediscovering in all corners of the house for the stairway-to-the-loft moodboard project. And I would be able to do those very things, in instant(ish) pictorial form If I Only Had That Camera.
So off t'shops we shall go. Then the blog can have some colour, and we shall have us some sunbeams and vitamin D, and of course buy something snackalicious for tomorrow's visit from Trashsparkle's mum. It will be her first sight of the new kitchen, and I haven't exactly busted a gut sanding and painting those walls yet. So there will be conversations starting with "you need to..." which I shall wave away with the usual lack of concern I have for the finer details of holes in the wall and bad evidence of previous wall colours*. Then in about 3 days time the bug will kick in and I'll get on with it.
* I shall, instead, redirect her attention to the wonderful way in which I have recently colour-ordered the 12 year old's extensive t-shirt collection. Damn those £1.50 Primark bargains.