It started out with a Friday beer with a friend, at Devilles after a busy week. Like I thought it would work, I told my man to be strict with me
To Miss I's housewarming party! Which the little angel
Turned out my little party demon was right though! We had a lovely time at Miss I and I don't regret a second;) After many beers and drinks and interesting chats, I was the one that had to pull my man home to get a descent sleep before my sister's toilet soiré the next day... He even called me an old lady. Tsk.. Imagine? What a nerve.. *MutterMutter*
Mmm on second thoughts, maybe it was paybacktime for all the times I called him gramps..
I totally fell in love with these lovely traditional russian dolls, seen anything prettier?
Look at that itsy, bitsy, tiny, little one.. Most mind tumbling was, that it was just as neatly painted as the bigger ones..!