This is the material with which I plan to make a quilt for Mr L. There are three steam train fabrics (and - you know - they're not Thomas The Tank Engine or anything like that; they had to be anatomically accurate) and some other manly designs. Oh, and hedgehogs, elephants and swallows may also form part of the quilt. Hedgehogs because we like them and the others for no particular reason except that they kind of called to me when I saw them in John Lewis the other day. I haven't decided on a design yet but it won't be anything tremendously complicated. I haven't graduated beyond beginnery stuff yet and anyway, Mr L wants to sit under it admiring the trains in their entirety, not little bits of trains. (Actually, I may mean engines, not trains.)
Talking of hedgehogs, Grandson saw this in a cookbook the other day and decided that we had to make it for Mummy's birthday.
So we did.
Much concentration (and a certain amount of chocolate-button-sampling) went into the decoration.
It came out looking slightly as if it had been murdered, but he's only just five. Even Michelangelo had to start somewhere. Mummy was summoned to admire it. She duly did. (Excuse the messy kitchen.)
The garden blooms on and it's still quite warm.
I'm not yet open to the idea that it might be autumn.
Let's call it "summer plus".
Look, it's still sandpit weather.
Does this look like autumn to you?
Although... the shadows are getting longer, earlier in the day. Still, that's summer plus for you.