Seahorses

sorry, a rather picture-less post for today, because i feel bad for not posting in a while, but i'm at university (i swear i'm working, i'm just... mulling. yes, that's it, i'm mulling over something. and mulling requires blogging, because if i clear away some of the debris in my head, my mulling will go better. yes.) and therefore have no pictures/camera/sunshine/stuff to take pictures of.
At home, however, i do have a wee stash of gorgeous thrifted finds, finished(!!) knitted socks, and Things to Do with Mushrooms, all of which i will try to take photos of for next time.
For now, i'm just revelling in feeling productive, having finished crafty projects (socks and cross-stitch), started new ventures (inspiration scrapbook!), and actually got a decent amount of study done yesterday.
However, in the back of my head, there's a little conga-line of happy playing, which is distracting me, because my best friends are coming home in exactly one week and 12.5 hours. They have been gone for about nine months, tripping around Ireland and Europe and getting into all sorts of mischief, spending losing and making money, drinking and partying and hauling trees off French roads in ungodly heat, and taking about a million bazillion photos all of which i plan to see when they get home. You know what's even better? they're coming home the day after my birthday.
Friendship is the best. birthday present. ever.