Flotsam

Good news: Yesterday I got to spend the whole day with my dear senior son and his wife and indulge my mom-ness to the full. Bad news: That happened because they were both mandown with flu/bronchitis and needed to just stay in bed and do nothing. So I could smooth brows and ruffled bedding; bring trays of food (they didn't ask for anything too taxing :-) and drink and generally fuss over them. Good news: I bought new cream jeans and a great new shirt. Bad news: I had to buy a size bigger than usual. That kinda blighted my enthusiasm So I told myself : "Its just the brand." I can't say I'm altogether convinced though. At last I found a king size teal winter sheet at Woolies. Just one. Mystifying really because there were no other sheets that colour; no matching pillow cases or duvet covers. It was a lonely orphaned sheet; estranged from all its kin. So I rescued it and brought it home. Where it can match my wall paper. When I get some. And thats a whole nother can of worms. I am going to venture into the previously disdained-as-cheesy realm of wall paper. The Man and I are in agreement that we should try it on one wall: in the hopes that it will add some interest to our functional, but not inspiring bedroom. There are murmurings of alterations to the house Omishatteredcat! I l-u-r-v-e the idea of the finished product But the process! Deliver me! Perhaps the *carrot* of having our bedroom facing the sea might convince me though . . .