Promises are one of those dangerous things in life. They seem to slip from your mouth without first passing by the 'let's-do-the-rational-reality-time-check' part of your brain. Well meant, that goes without saying. But all of the sudden you realize that you're buried under promises. Or worse, that some of those promises got buried under time. 

Once you have young children, this seems to happen even more often. And so I found myself with an old nagging promise in the back of my head. "yes, mummy will turn that plain towel in your play kitchen into something cute." After months of plain towels just remaining plain, I was pointed out that there was an old promise hanging over us and set to work.

I was also pointed out that pink really is a most beautiful color. So I obliged...

Some soft pink gingham, enhanced with scraps of fabric and lace and some embroidery. A ribbon and a couple of buttons finished it all of.

And at the back sits the plain towel which sparked this promise to begin with. 

But it's a lovely feeling that at least one more promise has been fulfilled.