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Sunday, 30 December 2007

Chalk Lines


So thrilled am I with my new blackboard wall I just had to share it with you.

9 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

I see my name, in amongst the women's. it may be half hidden behind the dictionary, but you can't fool me that easily

debra said...

this is indeed a great idea! Much better than sticky notes that wind up on the floor (then shredded by the dog).
Happy New Year.

PI said...

It actually looks a pleasant chocolate brown. I'm a bit fixated on choc at present having given myself the task of clearing the house - cherry liqueurs next. Hope it doesn't make that awful screeching, scraping sound.
Happy Hogmanay and keep writing.

Kim Ayres said...

I forgive you. Pop over to my site and pick up your Rambling Beard award :)

Sam, Problemchildbride said...

Happy new Year, Eryl! May your chalkboard ne'er do that horrible squeaky thing with the chalk.

Wishing you all peace and happiness and continued creativity for 2008. It was great e-meeting you this year.

Kim Ayres said...

Happy New Year - hope it's a good one for all of you :)

Eryl Shields said...

Kim ~ My best friend at school was called Kim. I should, perhaps, create a genderless names list! I still haven't got round to doing men: Kim, Stevie and Bob are the only ones I can think of!

Debra ~ Sticky notes drive me nuts, can't stand the clutter. Happy new year to you too.

Pat ~ I've just run my fingernails down it to check and not a single screech. Happy new year! I had a great Hoggars, singing karaoke at my mother-in-laws of all things!

Kim ~ Ooh, coming right over!

Sam ~ Thanks doll, it was a great pleasure to e-meet you too, hope you had a fabby hoggars and the dress didn't pop!

Kim ~ Sick of thinking 'this year must be an improvement' I've decided to hope for more of the same this new year.

For you though, I hope for much improvement in energy levels. Best to you and yours:)

Carole said...

Nice, very nice. The trouble with it is that you don't have an excuse for not writing.

"I was going to write but a gust of wind blew my sticky note out the window and I just can't remember what I was thinking."

"Can't write, the dog ate my sticky notes."

Hmm. You might be onto something for us procrastinators.

Eryl Shields said...

Carole ~ You're right, what was I thinking!