Pink and Fluffy
It's official, I've gone soft. My crazy, bouncy, outdoor loving, puddle jumping daughter it seems has a penchant for anything pink and fluffy. And the pinker and fluffier the better. Worst still I had a mad moment in a department store and let her choose a ball of the pinkest and fluffiest wool you have ever seen, took it home, found my knitting needles which I haven't touched since I was about 16 and a few hours later this creature emerged which Anya thankfully recognises as a cat! Whats wrong with me? I'll be wearing pinnies and fluffy slippers next. Oh hang on, I'm already wearing fluffy slippers. Pink ones too. With cats on - OH NO!