Over a cup of tea and our weekly chats about life at the moment, oh and a Hobnob, I saw this little wooden beauty, chess game, noughts and crosses, abacus, who knows, who cares! Gift from his mother.
This warming and snug jumper was a present from my best friend who always knows the things that should be mine. It has needlework, beads and fringing knitted trim, everything one could want to keep away the cold spring weather, and a wee roll neck! Whoopee. Gift.