Gregory Parsnip Jones! Well I never! He must have climbed down from his smelly perch and rescued the fair maiden in distress. Well, spring appears to be in the air - maybe old Gregory has fallen in love. Maybe he just wants to make soup, though.
Anyways, I got a treat from our grumpy postman today:
Mel sent me this lovely load of beads and buttons. The box it came in was huge, and initially I was really worried I'd gotten the wrong end of the stick and sent the wrong size of matchbox...
Unfortunately it seemed to have fallen apart a bit in transit...
I'm still finding it hard to get over the teenciness of these buttons.
