When the shout went out that Show & Tell was addiction, I knew I'd be fine.
I am the Queen of Addictions. That sort of personality, I'm afraid.
But what to show? How to arrange the photographic evidence tastefully, artistically? I tried pictures side by side like many of you do. Failed miserably. I didn't even attempt to do beautiful artsy mosaic images like some clever people.
So, here they are, boringly arranged one on top of the other. My addictions.
Blogging. I'm addicted. (Aren't we all?)
Blog shown is in honour of The Show and Tell Mistress.
I'm addicted to this stuff. Buying it. Hoarding it. Feeling it. And occasionally knitting it into jumpers, scarves, hats, flannels and so on.
I need several of these to get through my day.
Ooh look, I think I did it!
Hopeless sucker for old fashioned and/or David Austin roses. Picking them, smelling them, filling my house with them, burying my face in them.
But my real addiction?
The one I am not allowed to indulge in any more because really three is plenty so they say and I suppose I suppose I suppose it is ...
... a newborn babe.
My newborn babes.