Thursday, 26 December 2013

Christmas Bunting.

Christmas buntings for three beautiful friends.

Working on these was so much fun

Each bunting has 'wearables' attached...

...and messages with meaning.

It soothes my Soul.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

Happy weed.

How hard would this life be?

Making a home as best you can nestled into in a crack in the footpath.  

Surrounded by a few bits of scratchy old stray seaweed that has just blown in.  

Right by the front door too...every time someone went in or out you'd have to duck wouldn't you?

I've deliberately sidestepped this little weed for days and days.  Just to give the seeds on that tiny white flower head a chance to procreate somewhere more lush and somewhat safer.  Enabling weed happiness. thought I meant something else didn't you?

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

Soap labels.

As exasperating as it is, there are definite bonuses when both the washing machine and vacuum cleaner give up and die at the same time.  

Can't do any housework so might as well crank up the old sewing machine......

I've been experimenting with labels for my handmade soap.

Sewing round and round in circles...happy as can be...

Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Back to the X-rated info.

My lovely daughter Megan...knower of all things technical...well mostly, has explained what happened with the X-rated 'hits' on my Blog.  Apparently when there is a lot of activity on a blog, little robots, blogbots, steampunk-wearing-fusebots...or whatever they are, target high activity Blogs and try to gather something (I forget what she said) and use that info to get traffic to their own site.  Or something like that?  So....they're not real people being creepy, just blogbots!
Anyway,  I'm no longer worried.  I'm just going to blog to my little heart's content.   

Thank you Meegle.

Sunday, 1 December 2013

Major Vegie Patch Haul.

I went out into the garden this morning with my little red riding hood basket to forage through our half acre garden for morsels of nourishing yumminess.  

Sing, sing, skip, skip, skipitty-doo-da.  (You can imagine can't you!)  

Three tomatoes from a tomato bush we didn't even just grew out of the side of the compost bin all by it's own little self.