Parenthood in Question

Is Emily really my daughter? I ask this for a very good reason. The man was coming over to do the yearly safety check on our gas boiler today. To allow him to do that I had to have a bit of a sort out of the utility room because it is a bit of a storage, pantry, full of lots of crap room. I wanted him to actually reach the combi boiler so her could do his job. In the process I found this lovely fellow.

Emily never ate her Easter chocolate! Granted she did get far more chocolate than required this year - what with winning the egg decorating at school, the Easter egg hunt, my MIL and SIL, not to mention the Easter bunny. But let's get back to the important bit, she didn't eat this bunny. Not any ordinary bunny but a Lindt bunny! It gets worse. She has told me she isn't bothered and she doesn't want it!

So I think I am going to have to get some DNA testing done to prove paternity maternity. Could any child of mine really turn their nose up at chocolate?! The silver lining to this cloud? She gave the bunny to me. Woohoo!!

Today I ticked a couple more boxes on my list of things to do. I made my partner in the Scrappy Swap two wee goodies. I am rather pleased with the way they came out. First was a simple (as opposed to Hadley's to die for complicated) needle book.

I stuck to the scrappy theme of the swap.

And used a bright orange felt to match the scrappy strip on the outside.

And I made a pin cushion to go with it. I quilted the pin cushion, which was a first for me, but I thought that the quilting went well with the scrappiness (and will help keep it from falling apart).

So now all I have to do is wait for the official posting date for the swap, and not forget to do so when the time comes. I hope my partner likes what I have put together for her. (You will be very surprised to know that both my partner for the DS Doll Quilt Swap and the Scrappy Swap have been very quiet people.)

Finally, I think some people were looking for proof that I got my hair cut or something. Demanding requesting a photo. Well here you go, the best of the bunch of self portraits I managed to take. Things I learned in the process (a) my 'smile lines' are more pronounced than I like to admit, (b) when you are taking your own photo you have to reach out your arm as long as possible therefore giving an unattractive twist to your neck, and (c) it would be sod's law that the best of the bunch also had our wheelie bin in the background. For better, or for worse, this is the photo.

And that's the day so far today.

Susan