The tie-dyed shirt

I've been meaning for ages to show a photo of the tie-dyed t-shirts in action - here is number two son wearing his hippie extravaganza to a birthday party a couple of weeks ago. It's his favourite party shirt now apparently! Fortunately this birthday party was ten-pin bowling and his shirt is quite restrained and tasteful compared to the carpet. And by the time you get twenty sugared-up eight year olds together a bit of garish tie-dye is the least of your problems.

I made it back from Fiji with no problems - not that I was expecting any, but travel is always a bit of a lottery. The biggest drama was the plane forgot to pick up milk (happens to us all!) so tea and coffee was black or not at all. I heaved a sigh and settled for beer. They had plenty of that. It has rained non-stop since I got back Friday night. Footy yesterday morning was a bit damp but otherwise it has been quite a treat just to potter round the house with nothing much to do. Unfortunately I still seem to be on Fiji time (two hours ahead) and I've woken up at 5.30 both mornings which is COMPLETELY untenable. It makes me cranky (which makes everyone cranky too, because I like to share my misery around) and I hope it wears off soon. Grumpy face.