Scanned and scrapped: Big Hands

When Daughter-Two was born we lived outside London, in a tiny two bedroom cottage. Once she arrived it was clearly too small and, since we were expecting to be moving on overseas in the next year or two, we put it on the market and rented a big old house closer to the town centre.

The house belonged to an elderly man who had moved into a rest home but did not want the house sold. It came party furnished with some of his things, such as fringed standard lamps - and a baby grand piano.

This seemed too good an opportunity to miss so I found a piano teacher a few streets away and once a week Daughter-Two, in her pushchair, and I would take Daughter-One for a piano lesson.

Unfortunately it was the middle of winter, and pretty miserable by the time we returned home at 5.30pm.

One day I gave Daughter-two my woolly gloves to wear while walking home, and she loved them so much she insisted on keeping them on once we got home, flapping them about and smiling to herself.

From then on she always wore her "big hands" when we went to piano.

Here it is scrapped:

All supplies from Designer Digitals.