A pink delight!

Yesterday I got lost in this;

It was heaven!

I wonder how small, coloured pieces of plastic and glass can make me so happy and content? But they do. They really do.

I spent the evening finishing up the last of the four gifts for the daughters of my friend, Mona. And between me and you, I went all out in glitter, pink, and shiny, sparkly stuff. I made what I would have loved to have when I was 5 years old. Strangely it seems that I didn't change that much because I am still a little bit in love with the things I made for them.

I think it is a good thing I don't have any girls. I have no willpower, absolutely no willpower, when it comes to girly-princessy things, and the poor girl would live in a little bubble convinced that nothing else existed apart from pink, shiny items.

It is maybe not surprising that I do not feel the same way about robots, trains, cars, cranes, the colours blue, green and brown? I mean, I do like all that too. I just don't love it in the "stay up late to do it, ignore the dirty dishes in the sink, smile with glee and dream about it at night"-way that I feel about girly things.

So while I put up trains on the wall, point out all the trailers on our walks, read books about policecars and planes with Samuel, then I am very grateful that I have friends that have girls. It is so nice to be allowed to spend a few hours in a pink, sparkly princess universe every once in a while. Thank you!

And besides it gives me a reason to use some of all the crafting items I have laying around! *Sigh*

The amount of things I have is shocking. Shocking! Unfortunately that didn't stop me from buying just a few more things then I happened to pass by the crafting store a few days ago. Maybe it is some sort of addiction? Or sickness?

No?