I am away for a few days, flying over to Melbourne for a family wedding... on my own. Jonno will be busy looking after the farm and the boys will be tucked up with Gran and Poppa getting lots of love and spoiling (in the best possible way). I am now at the stage where I have to finish off the packing in the morning. So... a very early night for me. Take care and I will have lots to post about next week! xxooxxooxx.
I finished the border on Hugo's blanket last night and slipped it onto his bed while he was sleeping. It was just so lovely to see the boys snuggling together underneath it this morning as they filled up on early morning cartoons.
I love yellow. It gives life and warmth and joy. But it can be a difficult colour to use, particularly in a house. A smallish yellow room is always cosy, however, a big long room... not so much. So instead we have painted the french doors and bottom trim (as it travels around the room and up over the white doors) Sunbound yellow. Frank the Painter finished today and it looks like magic. The perfect living room for a big, blue couch... when the flooring, glass block windows and lighting are done... Wahoo.
You have to love it when paper stamps cut through wads of tissue paper with a whacking great guillotine whomp.
Rather than beginning to wind Hugo's blanket down, I am becoming more and more drawn into the border. There is so little thought needing to go into it, just double crochet after double crochet (or triple if you are English).
Nothing is going particularly right in the painting section of my life so I will show you a couple of little bits instead.
The edge finished of the big painting - now it is ready to go into the school auction. Charitable works for year - tick (although it never stops just at that does it???).
Archie was sick over the weekend and while he is now much recovered, he it still very pale around the gills and is so, staying at home today. We had a quick trip into town this morning getting lots of jobs done and included a trip to the wool shop so I can spend a bit of time on the couch snuggling with the boys and crocheting this afternoon.
With Archie's throat as sore as 'Dandelion Fire' (the book we have just finished reading), we have had lots of ice cream and lemonade spiders over the weekend. They are an amazing bit of chemistry aren't they. Maybe not very nutritional but certainly educational... so I tell myself.
I have finally had that lightening bolt moment after struggling to remain awake between night-time and afternoon naps. Maybe it really is time to boost up the iron and vitamin b and stop crawling around the edges of the world. Every year I manage to get myself run down and anaemic and it always takes a while to recognise what is going on.
It was raining and our hens were very put out as they had to cancel their busy day. The picnic table was welcome shelter although there was a moment of awkwardness when the chook on the far right pecked at a patch of grass where the chook on the far left had just done her business. The middle two didn't know whether to tell her or not and the culprit pretended someone else did it.
So today, I had a little bit of time at home on my own - this meant time to get a serious move on with some paintings. It was more paper-cutting than painting as it was scissor work all day.
Cutting up tissue paper into triangles (tissue paper has suddenly become my favourite 'thing'.
And making bunting for trees. At this point I must point out that no actual books were harmed during the making of this painting. I scanned some old text into the scanner and printed it. I can't bring myself to have scissors anywhere near books.
And another glimpse of where I am heading.
