Dear Hall, Stairs and Landing, Christmas is over and now I have you in my sights, soon you will be sanded, painted and transformed until you are almost unrecognisable. Then the kitchen gets it.

Dear Self, Stop thinking of new ideas. You can do anything but not everything. Look at the pile of books you have to read, the wool you need to transform in to pretty things, the seeds you have to nurture, the clothes to mend, the recipes to cook. Just. Slow. Down. Pour yourself a glass of wine, relax a while and do one thing at a time.

Dear 2012, I had a list of resolutions, I failed in all but two. You were a pretty good year all-in-all, with lots of 'firsts' - I went on my first blogger met up, appeared on the radio, had a course of acupuncture, tried reflexology, organised my first clothes swap (and more after that) and purchased an original piece of art. We also made lots of plans and 2013 will see many of them come to fruition. So, thank you 2012, it was a pleasure.

Dear Friday, What took you so long!

Linking up with the other letter writers here.

Have a fabulous weekend!

Lots of love