Next month, this body and half it's mind will be twentyeleven. Despite much of our twentytenth year (I know, technically we're already in our twentyeleventh year) attempting to resist time's inexorable flow, it appears that we've failed. Time is continuing regardless.
Yesterday, however, we found ourself looking forward to starting our twentytwelfth year. The only reason for this line of thinking was seeing two books we want that would be ideal presents to give us. They are: How Not To Decorate by the lovely Colin & Justin, and The City Garden Bible by the adorable Matt James.
Aren't we easily pleased!
We've already started hinting, having let slip which books we saw where and how much they were, to the most convenient friend. It is our hope that he will get one (probably the cheapest) and inform our mutual couple-friends that they could get the other as they are bound to ask him what we want.
For anyone out there who has an excess of money they want to get rid of, we also want a new house! Just a thought...