Last week was my mam's anniversary of her death and also her birthday. How cool to die on the day you were born? Full circle of life and all that stuff. Anyway, it was 13 years and this year I really felt it. Can't remember how she sounded, what she smelled like,can't remember much really so .... whilst mooching around the house feeling sorry for myself I came across her tin of buttons. Years ago proper housewives cut the buttons off everything that didn't fit anymore or was only fit for the bin and kept them just in case. In case of what I'm not sure but still, they were kept and now I have them.
So, I made this out of them. Actually, this is the second one. I gave the first one to a friend for her birthday present.
What other news, the bloody rat is back. I fucking hate Vivaldi and I have finally cracked pancakes. Learned the Gnarlwhale song and went to bellydancing last night. So life is good.
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