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Bobbins and Pumpkin Juice

Phew, I am exhausted. How about you?

Why am I exhausted you say? no it is not because Tour de Fleece kicked off this weekend and I have been spinning myself crooked. Rather, today was the first official day of school holidays. It was the first official day of school holidays AND my tween has a Harry Potter movie marathon on tomorrow.

Don't get me wrong. I love stuff like this. It's heaps of fun to do themed parties and watch the kids bounce around impersonating their favourite characters.The prep work, however, can be murder.

As an example, today we have been shopping for final missing ingredients (including cinnamon candies, which apparently is NOT a thing in Australia, and sprinkles made with plant-based food colouring), tidied the lounge, done the dishes probably a million times, and baked an array of goodies that would make the lunch trolley on the Hogwarts express envious. Oh, and we did laundry.



So I am now sitting here, in the dark, letting the last bits of the sugar high from taste testing everything recede, and staring longingly at my spinning wheel. I managed a full bobbin of singles this weekend, what with the tv dying and doing the usual family routine on the weekend, but I want MOAR!

It'll have to wait until Wednesday, right now I have to go make pumpkin juice.

See you tomorrow, if there is anything left of me. ;o)



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