I made a pretty.

In the last two days I've been whipping up a god-awful acrylic mess atop my kitchen table, in tribute to my mom, whose own kitchen table was similarly plastered with (my) paint and glitter all throughout my childhood.



This little moon footstool (and a copy of Fruit Bats' Spelled in Bones and a bottle of Catwalk Sexed Up Shampoo, which smells like strawberry lemonade heaven) is for her. Because she is an absolutely spiffing mom, and I am an incurably random gift-giver.

And now it's off to bond with mummy.