A frog and his jim jams

Once upon a time there was a frog.*

He moved from a land far away to a country where he met a girl, fell in love and decided to stay.

 One day she gave him a kiss and guess what happened....

He turned into a prince!

Ok that was a crap story. And I hate photos of people kissing. Sorry. Let's start again, hm? I spent the last few days making these pyjamas for the teacher and I'm quite chuffed with them. My mum is an expert at anything crafty or household and can produce a pair of mittens before you even notice the needles clicking. So no matter how much my skills improve she'll always be something of a magician in my eyes. The teacher couldn't believe it when I sewed a button for him last week so when he tried on the pyjamas his face made all the times I stabbed myself in the fingers worth it. It's nice to be someone's magician. I do slightly regret letting the him choose the fabric himself, though...



*anybody have any idea why English people call the French frogs? I could google it but, eh, I'm lazy.

How I got here part I

Once upon a time there was a little girl. Like most her age she liked to imagine what she would grow up to be, a farmer one day, a hairdresser the next. Her parents loved the enthusiasm she had for all of her new ideas and encouraged her to dream. As she grew and the dreaming didn't stop, her plans becoming more and more implausible they became worried that she would never settle, never stick to something.

This continued right the way through the girl's high school years and people began to ask her important questions about big things like University and Careers and Life Goals. These questions upset the girl. The answers she could give them were never satisfactory. She knew that there was something that fitted her personality and the vague criteria she had for what a life should be, her problem was that she didn't know what to call it.  The girl withdrew from the question askers and spent a lot of time alone, climbing up a tree beside some golden fields, dreaming like she had done so often as a child. Eventually as the fog in her mind cleared one word kept returning to her, again and again until she was sure enough to shyly give it as a response to the questions which were still being fired at her.

At last! They had real things to put in their paperwork and the girl finally had a word that encapsulated everything she had wanted to be throughout all those years of dreaming. She was going to be a nurse.

I still really want to be a farmer one day, though.