It's The little Things

I've been coming across a few posts like this one lately. And I like the idea a lot. It's sort of the opposite of sweating the small stuff. It's about choosing to celebrate small successes instead of  searching for big ones. It's about quiet satisfaction with the little things in life. And that has to be good. I'll let you have my list of small successes in a minute, after I have a think about what the rest of the family might say if they were around and I could ask them.

The Tall One might say facing down the bowling machine at cricket or (possibly) making it into the house every day this week without my sister saying 'ooh your blazer smells of girls'.'Which is what she did last week
The Small One might say chipping a hole in my giant gobstopper  or (more likely) most of my successes are quite big actually. But thank you for asking.
Horsey did say oh, oh. I made it onto your blog again and you said that wouldn't happen for a very long time. Then he hopped off, whistling what sounded to me like "They're going to put me in the movies".

And me? I discovered that I could find the reset button on the central heating myself and that it was quicker and easier than hunting out a thermal vest; and I finished up the remains of my Studio Calico kit before the next one arrives. The little photos in the second page are printed with the Pogo Printer I got for Christmas. If you print small, bad photos don't look so bad. Really.

Oh, and to answer questions from my last post: the retro boy sticker is by October Afternoon (Report Card) and the tall red thing in The Tall One's room is for boxing against. It's better than aiming for your sister. Less hassle.