A short story this week as I have my eldest daughter staying with us and regrouting the bathroom which has awful dark grey grouting with light coloured tiles which make it look dirty. She has also tidied up the garage for Peter who is not well organised at all.
The words this week are 'I love how bad-ass we think we are when we're together' Heather and Stella have been friends since they were children and are used to getting into all sorts of trouble. There was the time they tied their brothers up and hid them at the bottom of the garden covered in autumn leaves where if they made a noice they wouldn't be heard. It was only when their parents said they would contact the police that they had to confess. Better to face the parents than some irate police for wasting their time. They had also been very adept at playing truant from school or writing illness notes from their parents. They seemed to get caught all of the time but still found themselves in all sorts of trouble. They seemed to think it was normal and as Heather said "I love how bad-ass we think are when we are together.
I am linking this to Alison's theme of Autumn Colours and inspiration on Art Journal Journey