Little Star...

Joni is my little Star of course, and she decorated a little Star at Nursery yesterday, which you can see below.

Stina Nordenstam also sung of a Little Star, it would be true to say that at the moment I don't listen to much else other than her album Dynamite which I rediscovered via the internet last week (whose cover is also a little star, strangely similar to Joni's below). It contains songs that are so understated, so finely and unhurriedly measured, and Stina's sweet, bright, childish voice cuts through the darkest chords and most distorted soundscapes like a lighthouse cutting through the foggiest, darkest night: and in that lighthouse is trapped a little star. The two work so well together (the dark outside, the light inside)- one exists for the other, although they are each the antithesis of the other. Hey, I think I'm trying to say I love this album!

Joni's been calling herself "me" these past few days (has she discovered what "I" is ahead of me? ;-) , but using it in a backwards, French sort of way, for example I shouted to ask Bex whether she wanted anything getting from the shop (I didn't have my coat or shoes on and hadn't mentioned the shop till this point) and Joni came running out of the living room and said "Shop, a me! Shop, a me! Shoes, a me!" and went rooting her shoes out of the cupboard. Clever. Also, more funnily, in the car: "Pump a me". And a minute later the lovely smell wafting forward to us unfortunates in the front....