Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Two very pretty, flat beaded stars, the eldest looked them over for a very long time and then asked for one for his bedroom. - We will see about that -
And at the end of it all the youngest made off with the fabric, this little man just loves to fondle fabric, happy as a sandboy when left to poke around one of the scraps drawers, must be a little quilter in the making. He was a bit miffed when I packed up the box, sans their pressies, to go home.
Thank you to a wonderful Angel, you have made this swap a delight. The Grandies really enjoyed opening the parcel and looking at all the wonderful goodies.
Friday, December 5, 2008
The brown parcel is from friends and it jingles when shaken, bet it got a few extra shakes and handlings on it's journey here. Will leave it for the Grandies to open as well.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Peter from Painters Group showing one of his works.
Lyn displays a silk scarf from the Fabric Artists Group
Cherie from the Silversmith Group with some of her work.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
While we were in the middle of icing I got a call from an excited Alicia, my SCSS, the last parcel and identity clue arrived today. It has been a fun 6 months.
A picture of concentration
Hmmm..........green worms..........maybe tasty?
Mum then lends a helping hand
Bikkies iced by Mum
More Bikkes, one iced by the youngest with guidance by mum
Hey, icing solo,doing a good job, especially of cleaning up the spill overs, more yummy for the tummy.
The Eldest arrived in time to sprinkle some sugar on an angels skirt
And so home to make dinner and tell Dad all about it and let him choose just one bikkie for dessert.
The storm was breaking directly overhead as we hurriedly piled the food onto platters to dash back to the unit, everyone put on a bit of extra speed for the final pack up when a group of old enough to know better, adult sillies decided to have a glass of wine in the spa & watch the storm.
When we finally pulled into the driveway at home, what was there to greet us, the poor crippled Butcher bird, he was water logged and exhausted, but still managed to give the Darling a bit of a nip. Wrapped him in towels, made a little nest on the back deck and next morning he was gone, returning that afternoon looking quite chipper for a feed of mince but I'm afraid we haven't seen him since.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Here he is giving Dad detailed instructions, some of those nails were a bit long and needed to be ground off.
What a wonderful project, he designed it all himself, drew the shape on the wood, sourced the struts and bands and only let Dad use the power saw to cut the timbers. Oh yes, and hold the nails to start the hammering. And there were no hammered fingers. Job very well done indeed.
Playing the Guitar...............
And so off home to play, cuddle dogs, not eat lunch and generally have a good time.