I have a lego-obsessed son. Which means that on any given day in this house, there are pieces everywhere. Battles happening across cushions and coffee tables. Ambushes in progress in the living room. Dismantled spacecraft on the dining table. A lonely lego man placed and forgotten beside the bathroom sink. Rebel armies spying on me...
I usually scoop them up and dump them back in his room. But they are funny little discoveries that i'll miss when he grows up!
Today, despite being watched by rebel troops, i'm sewing and stocking up. Mulling over and sketching some new designs. Contemplating a strategy for the year ahead. And resisting the urge to go op-shopping.
