The start of the New Year

Some bits and pieces from the last week or so. As so few people read my blog it doesn't really matter. Yesterday I hit one of my crumpled arthritic toes on a corner in the hall. It has gone an incredible color but although a bit painful hasn't stopped my beach walks. I drew this very silly rabbit when the sketchbook revival prompt went up,those prompts do give me something to do while I sit aching in my chair. There were some bits and pieces on the beach the other day that I added to my collection. I am redoing Shelley Rhodes class on line. Life got in the way and I didn't finish it last time. I made a UMO and have started another one. Took me ages to get it to the size I wanted but so pleased with it A bird love doing birds and a trip over to Waitpinga beach a few days ago. So sad I can no longer get down to walk on it but just looking is almost good enough. At my age looking forward to a whole year is perhaps rather ambitious but we can hope and also hope we don't lose too many friends or family. 2022 wasn't very good in that regard but the births of two great grandchildren did make up for it. Our problem is that our bodies are not as they once we're.Just so long as the brain is still more or less working! Talking of that I keep forgetting what UMO means, basically it is an object wrapped in crumpled paper with a poem written on ìt. Wrapped in red yarn and then wrapped and stitched in fabric and embellished. So far the weather has been kind, only the odd hot day followed by lovely mild weather. I know it won't last but am enjoying it while I can. I do see our gorgeous ittle great grand son Hugh, he is at the smiling giggly age. Such a delight. We lost our old dog on Christmas night and I still look for him but at our age another really isn't practical. top of that we need to find a new place to rent. That I am not looking forward to. HHaHat