tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74619763907660376012024-03-14T17:27:56.620+11:00craftymumcraftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-40952180543901493352010-02-06T11:26:00.003+11:002010-02-06T12:03:37.746+11:00There is Something Very Wrong With This Picture<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_snRzndSngq7ZtFPVUnlCJXcT2O2LQBVD_NH6zFbZE4nQRNzv4BIzLo7A3doxaqwv7dvHjchPYSzofRZxiLp8h36ORBCqqvTxTiTiG56mkd-3dMVgXrtwEorohisCuDlA0TvRlXJuuzM/s1600-h/026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_snRzndSngq7ZtFPVUnlCJXcT2O2LQBVD_NH6zFbZE4nQRNzv4BIzLo7A3doxaqwv7dvHjchPYSzofRZxiLp8h36ORBCqqvTxTiTiG56mkd-3dMVgXrtwEorohisCuDlA0TvRlXJuuzM/s320/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434928987477702498" border="0" /></a>I mean apart from the poor resolution (mobile phone camera again, one of these days I'll have to get a half decent camera.)<br /><br />I am so embarrassed it took me so long to notice, and SO glad I decided to keep this one for myself.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-11445624115368851482009-12-08T15:08:00.004+11:002009-12-08T15:30:03.922+11:00Made N ThornburyNot that I'm trying to rub it in or anything, but did you realise that there are only 17 sleeps until Christmas? That's not very many is it?<br /><br />This Saturday is the <a href="http://madenthornbury.blogspot.com/">Made N Thornbury</a> community market, you should go and check it out, there are going to be <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44048743@N08/">heaps of lovely things</a>, and some <a href="http://curlypops.blogspot.com/">bloggers</a> you <a href="http://craftygirlwithruffle.typepad.com/crafty_girl_with_ruffle/">might</a> already know.<br /><br />I know I'll be trying to squeeze in some last minute Christmas shopping, in between holding a stall myself.... some Mums from school and I are holding a stall at the market to raise funds for our kids' school.<br /><br />Below is a couple of the things I have made for the stall, but there will be heaps of other stuff. In my haste to get this post written up I haven't got any other photos to show you... you'll just have to come to the market and see what a clever bunch of friends I am so lucky to have.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-4ZkI3Zfj_oecy4tvKQfY43KCFrvbfnLKpk5qVlbk0M0KuxQWnPyKR512oO0sNwf1cVwDxzXodB9OFEDLKHOJYtD8G0ILOJK0AB5wuAfLuCvfMCS7LtHA4udm1-eNr1InM18cJ67nDA/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-4ZkI3Zfj_oecy4tvKQfY43KCFrvbfnLKpk5qVlbk0M0KuxQWnPyKR512oO0sNwf1cVwDxzXodB9OFEDLKHOJYtD8G0ILOJK0AB5wuAfLuCvfMCS7LtHA4udm1-eNr1InM18cJ67nDA/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412713991658664370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmiqSwZFHtGWROvjuNLJ9Lu8KFUWeb5mMj8xeFzYpvUbQ9ARsdEEAsMP8jrD5iQCNLrBpKic2bsSOMPTRo0CB1S9UIYMC4cuorLaAzv0fJQCgHtrkNZKMjy-pjLeoHAB3yOqnl3qXEVw/s1600-h/059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmiqSwZFHtGWROvjuNLJ9Lu8KFUWeb5mMj8xeFzYpvUbQ9ARsdEEAsMP8jrD5iQCNLrBpKic2bsSOMPTRo0CB1S9UIYMC4cuorLaAzv0fJQCgHtrkNZKMjy-pjLeoHAB3yOqnl3qXEVw/s320/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412713996998300066" border="0" /></a>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-7753409893990289092009-08-25T13:12:00.003+10:002009-08-25T13:28:07.967+10:00Brisbane Ranges National Park<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Olwuptx6r7kfUw7gc05LGp4hnVfljArrYUiBekBK9svkn-o1iMceAvWU9uEhx3tH-YydEiE4TxHWLW_Lz6u2S9Qb0ZHeJ_qGo5x1lLdQxR9KD25NwTJQn5tiSB15zrG-_Zem2y9kPtc/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Olwuptx6r7kfUw7gc05LGp4hnVfljArrYUiBekBK9svkn-o1iMceAvWU9uEhx3tH-YydEiE4TxHWLW_Lz6u2S9Qb0ZHeJ_qGo5x1lLdQxR9KD25NwTJQn5tiSB15zrG-_Zem2y9kPtc/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736964813844802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7ze_ZTznx-BLHKqPjYtwy1RV1IewlD5BG8JRTR-qxR3nvmSo1jTKSpHHd6wFhPsoK2hMUyu30Nlk7otmL47flqxRgXsgpYjMWVt9S1KeLIp1xsqOOUcYYS9AhOOVE2i9AYCDmnMrPvw/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX7ze_ZTznx-BLHKqPjYtwy1RV1IewlD5BG8JRTR-qxR3nvmSo1jTKSpHHd6wFhPsoK2hMUyu30Nlk7otmL47flqxRgXsgpYjMWVt9S1KeLIp1xsqOOUcYYS9AhOOVE2i9AYCDmnMrPvw/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736956508297346" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtielSPXbsCi3HFek0tSXY5HBehT9dDY8g-ounLauPX3LBmtvo_z6OSALhHqRmLnuH-xfCBvkiI5IrbTClkDUMBuU4GMDSvSDU9n-Ep1HXJRIzNqhIiRuncjKqjBPGvL16rxg7gna3xgk/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtielSPXbsCi3HFek0tSXY5HBehT9dDY8g-ounLauPX3LBmtvo_z6OSALhHqRmLnuH-xfCBvkiI5IrbTClkDUMBuU4GMDSvSDU9n-Ep1HXJRIzNqhIiRuncjKqjBPGvL16rxg7gna3xgk/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736948774541362" border="0" /></a><br />Need a not very far away from Melbourne day trip in the bush?<br /><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?msa=0&msid=108898887762300673427.00043d5ae300313fc6aca">Brisbane Ranges National Park.</a><br /><br />Wildflowers are out now; some sort of prickly grevillea, happy wanderer, little pea flowers, and the heath is so, so pretty. Didn't get a picture of the heath though.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-18873421487374733712009-08-20T13:24:00.003+10:002009-08-20T13:29:52.764+10:00Laugh, Cry or Applaud? Quotes from the eight year old."It isn't TV that kills kid's imaginations dead, it's school."<br /><br />"How many years do you have to go to university to be a Mum?"craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-42979031687282942082009-08-02T10:48:00.005+10:002009-08-20T13:29:09.296+10:00BusyJust in case you are wondering <a href="http://craftygirlwithruffle.typepad.com/crafty_girl_with_ruffle/2009/07/where-did-this-week-go.html#comments">where</a> I've been.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-90371073707587221302009-05-21T13:00:00.004+10:002009-05-21T13:10:20.456+10:00Show and Tell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxn4Q2XLjoE4GYO4nis2FmsY24DVE4sMYQmh2esGI63R2E9TGI_TtgZIxVBAfC1yvLuApyqiVbJk0rLYvqheetQl2ghOl6w-rpGas_zekQ_R3_tfdmiiXjMuWqBnHifWu_n-jTByNr3sw/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxn4Q2XLjoE4GYO4nis2FmsY24DVE4sMYQmh2esGI63R2E9TGI_TtgZIxVBAfC1yvLuApyqiVbJk0rLYvqheetQl2ghOl6w-rpGas_zekQ_R3_tfdmiiXjMuWqBnHifWu_n-jTByNr3sw/s200/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338107145976364770" border="0" /></a>Little vest for littlest Monkey, made using my homespun, dyed with food colouring. It's my second version, I've written down what I did, but I still think it needs some changes if I were to make it again. It's made in the round from the bottom up, there is no seaming at the end. If anyone is interested I'll try and put up the pattern, it's a size four, and the gauge is bulky.<br /><br />Meanwhile my obsession with eco dying continues:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly4HpVJNCuSjJbn4110UtogMFdSMSQtros3M-roHPNCZ2UyVx7Trhap9g3ObLc_1MAg4ynpWMT03TKImZxxFSFHQiDU3tR0RFu5amywpHPTGq47AiWzj3yr3MI3VMUp8feCu6eNAGyVU/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjly4HpVJNCuSjJbn4110UtogMFdSMSQtros3M-roHPNCZ2UyVx7Trhap9g3ObLc_1MAg4ynpWMT03TKImZxxFSFHQiDU3tR0RFu5amywpHPTGq47AiWzj3yr3MI3VMUp8feCu6eNAGyVU/s200/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338107146216101026" border="0" /></a>Iron Bark<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm-yHaC09xMDap64v2QXhPdDngaNwkvhm8EGkY8zh1BXhOQIfgA8tRVtpMBw77XfkQPtPJDTQnOLmkq9Uuv98syoKIeEko4wzbaN8vV5OlLI2MAkk3k8Yt6v3LnI1SaDfBEYLPk1Tkh8/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZm-yHaC09xMDap64v2QXhPdDngaNwkvhm8EGkY8zh1BXhOQIfgA8tRVtpMBw77XfkQPtPJDTQnOLmkq9Uuv98syoKIeEko4wzbaN8vV5OlLI2MAkk3k8Yt6v3LnI1SaDfBEYLPk1Tkh8/s200/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338107139147554770" border="0" /></a>Eucalyptus Cinerea<br /></div>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-16707080055313901402009-04-25T10:43:00.014+10:002009-04-25T11:28:28.638+10:00Before and After<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aUS6zv4SBDdjS6zUTLlvoZ7ygn5DSXSy5mcikhZx_taRshh0_nwirlgwQZY5PUISTWfy0LiTl4t2qfGcMvf59x8u0b2MBtJ2Tls0SENek-bL99ESJJmAZNMV5XmB4_uZbs8jMD_eMWI/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aUS6zv4SBDdjS6zUTLlvoZ7ygn5DSXSy5mcikhZx_taRshh0_nwirlgwQZY5PUISTWfy0LiTl4t2qfGcMvf59x8u0b2MBtJ2Tls0SENek-bL99ESJJmAZNMV5XmB4_uZbs8jMD_eMWI/s200/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328428487613670994" border="0" /></a>Unwrapping the bundles is the fun bit.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNL_aiFwhkBXLpwpFukptVKFlgEH-JgEPxlhAQXlzkaaqn1fMQ5IdkLTcCf1KA5JuTEilZUXEhosUIAAZvtC2BFx92GtmIrODTa0i0SKDMVQEouhOJaP77u4oCgU-EQS96PlquNykas4/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNL_aiFwhkBXLpwpFukptVKFlgEH-JgEPxlhAQXlzkaaqn1fMQ5IdkLTcCf1KA5JuTEilZUXEhosUIAAZvtC2BFx92GtmIrODTa0i0SKDMVQEouhOJaP77u4oCgU-EQS96PlquNykas4/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328429106612885186" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUi_P5wCAypY-DmvFWwMK9XO-c4FnBSvWm5oB0RdMcQAoamZHYwQrV3lgZ-p8NVW3YOCWR813ozUn0Tzu5ypy2kN5ON06oMuhLhcYklRHvfQn8BlDSxhybSr-I-BKXWo2Ee7rTnRpiwtA/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUi_P5wCAypY-DmvFWwMK9XO-c4FnBSvWm5oB0RdMcQAoamZHYwQrV3lgZ-p8NVW3YOCWR813ozUn0Tzu5ypy2kN5ON06oMuhLhcYklRHvfQn8BlDSxhybSr-I-BKXWo2Ee7rTnRpiwtA/s200/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328429106500672178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lemon leaves, vine leaves, mirror bush?, bougainvillea?, red berries.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYFpAn_uED_T-_A1YyZaFmohqwJrjTvyRejF_XWjrnDVoDE7WVCF_n-2BnLTxWBS079t4yz1RoRPHkr4aW4N5BSIlN1IUCQWjXO3SUr4Z5YpGPK7I8m1NoOUCWpZLSY_8Fkpz-Rs1XAA/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuYFpAn_uED_T-_A1YyZaFmohqwJrjTvyRejF_XWjrnDVoDE7WVCF_n-2BnLTxWBS079t4yz1RoRPHkr4aW4N5BSIlN1IUCQWjXO3SUr4Z5YpGPK7I8m1NoOUCWpZLSY_8Fkpz-Rs1XAA/s200/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328429618707082002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_0aMiJn3O5Bi0zW_WoTn4t48ZnfmMeaeahYgW4vGMzpN4swyZ5ETuyvtgCPu7Ew5qHu3vrPVZ-PpqTGj0Nef9AF0h514fW2KT1AgHmODyC_ykCPN0F3S3OKFw4lC71zmcbMR-2Fvt-A/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8_0aMiJn3O5Bi0zW_WoTn4t48ZnfmMeaeahYgW4vGMzpN4swyZ5ETuyvtgCPu7Ew5qHu3vrPVZ-PpqTGj0Nef9AF0h514fW2KT1AgHmODyC_ykCPN0F3S3OKFw4lC71zmcbMR-2Fvt-A/s200/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328429613573518866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Flowering gum, two different natives from the nature strip.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnhdEtbQ4g166R6olx4TFMQxiJc_ODdadGrlScjSc4BaYtaPrhSKRnDiHurjwE6C9QUh0UrFYBYUmwqAG5DLLrC9NPDdBK2IG-V81zTcJ3wUTQFZlmpsHMmXodr3PzXdI8sWGHRXB_4M/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnhdEtbQ4g166R6olx4TFMQxiJc_ODdadGrlScjSc4BaYtaPrhSKRnDiHurjwE6C9QUh0UrFYBYUmwqAG5DLLrC9NPDdBK2IG-V81zTcJ3wUTQFZlmpsHMmXodr3PzXdI8sWGHRXB_4M/s200/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328430245952857506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b0zcmoViI4wM3W7K37y_bkwoQaIRVw4FIVDL6BEgUn3H85oNQUwTVdojLDwwsH60CB0IfF-mjYmQ7yAKL2W6P06imHAGL8klAaPEYiQGGwxOO7DXX4dR_DuKeDu1yUBYmwJcuH81NHg/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2b0zcmoViI4wM3W7K37y_bkwoQaIRVw4FIVDL6BEgUn3H85oNQUwTVdojLDwwsH60CB0IfF-mjYmQ7yAKL2W6P06imHAGL8klAaPEYiQGGwxOO7DXX4dR_DuKeDu1yUBYmwJcuH81NHg/s200/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328430240191802610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Seed pods from the nature strip.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4RMH-vt-G69FbvHeT1QwxyY8IQdO3S0BogP1YTE8NlHEUx5SZG7c5y-NeqOC97JRu0Ij-5o2xL1wJoA8jwpE3WVEV2lKtcesSL9_n84uZz2pyGoo6NcQXegh45csfXufqGCuj_fM4BE/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4RMH-vt-G69FbvHeT1QwxyY8IQdO3S0BogP1YTE8NlHEUx5SZG7c5y-NeqOC97JRu0Ij-5o2xL1wJoA8jwpE3WVEV2lKtcesSL9_n84uZz2pyGoo6NcQXegh45csfXufqGCuj_fM4BE/s200/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328430669987821602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyp2BJDYIz6MVYT8Dpb3mb7IJkuUmq-COMUptxcx7T2-AqbusT74IX3mAX5Xxj3a1QL9JxKXe964PR6wSaF67j_6Z8s9hg1CReeFWqdRctOEho86b9mKZQK4WG3CdjHTC9svx8ZcB8b0/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMyp2BJDYIz6MVYT8Dpb3mb7IJkuUmq-COMUptxcx7T2-AqbusT74IX3mAX5Xxj3a1QL9JxKXe964PR6wSaF67j_6Z8s9hg1CReeFWqdRctOEho86b9mKZQK4WG3CdjHTC9svx8ZcB8b0/s200/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328430671306819378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fallen eucalyptus leaves, she-oak?, lilly pilly?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt6XbfkmxhZlxYMmPdGRFw4RYqv0NHpD92BkfXzNXx4sLqiBGGjgpVqNFkhlQmlpfop0DuLjS9Y7WKk_L83CVy2dOr4CR9uylkNKaRHMkGZYfYPSlLieKOBaFZPZhNPmOcQp8qf7MWf8/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYt6XbfkmxhZlxYMmPdGRFw4RYqv0NHpD92BkfXzNXx4sLqiBGGjgpVqNFkhlQmlpfop0DuLjS9Y7WKk_L83CVy2dOr4CR9uylkNKaRHMkGZYfYPSlLieKOBaFZPZhNPmOcQp8qf7MWf8/s200/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328431229233840914" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PHoHoxPquuuP6ysGB61UdIJ778gs_YVU5_yl4bh185w9vzTcXE361Opn1jaxvFs0btIPw12xxYZiCZw3ilq30-Nm2yA0Sp9EGGv8aJTIL5WhTqr8Z94a0Bwxxy-_YhSeeMerbUFJz_k/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0PHoHoxPquuuP6ysGB61UdIJ778gs_YVU5_yl4bh185w9vzTcXE361Opn1jaxvFs0btIPw12xxYZiCZw3ilq30-Nm2yA0Sp9EGGv8aJTIL5WhTqr8Z94a0Bwxxy-_YhSeeMerbUFJz_k/s200/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328431230114882530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Grevillea, correa flowers and leaves, native bluebell, native mint, two different gum leaves.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStpvazNwqqNa75m-kJoVMM3uz-zHVMdpBz2cycb3gdi81oyP2zQQcItHmQW5Y8qLGRLKsVeNXlAmdie28O0yTDDVMvXBNC4DU-R7u39_X_sjHiGAaOmBnrzpFlSG6IA6MZT6_3wWW_eM/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgStpvazNwqqNa75m-kJoVMM3uz-zHVMdpBz2cycb3gdi81oyP2zQQcItHmQW5Y8qLGRLKsVeNXlAmdie28O0yTDDVMvXBNC4DU-R7u39_X_sjHiGAaOmBnrzpFlSG6IA6MZT6_3wWW_eM/s200/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328431727439807186" border="0" /></a><br />Close up of the lemon leaves, one of my favourite results.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The colours are a little less washed out looking in the flesh. Click on the photos for a closer view. I need to brush up on my botanical knowledge! Any hints or tips on formatting photos?craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-23678030154199233792009-04-24T10:12:00.007+10:002009-04-24T12:33:38.570+10:00Eco AdventureNo, I'm not talking about riding in a jet plane, paying out heaps of dosh for the privilege and going trekking in some wilderness far, far, away, but something much more exciting.<br /><br />I was trying to make that sound ridiculous, expensive, wasteful and uncomfortable; I've completely failed and instead think I've almost convinced myself that a wilderness trek far, far away could be just the thing....<br /><br />I digress, what I'm actually talking about is eco-dying. I have dabbled in dying a bit before now, with commercial <a href="http://allydillydally.blogspot.com/2007/07/spinning-news.html">synthetic dyes</a>, <a href="http://allydillydally.blogspot.com/2007/07/tickled-pink.html">food colouring</a> and natural plant materials (no link here, it was WAY before my blogging days), but my interest has been reinvigorated by a book, <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Eco Colour </span>written by <a href="http://www.indiaflint.com/">India Flint</a>.<br /><br />I also have a book on natural dying, which has less pretty pictures but is a hundred times easier to read, and much thinner, I can't find any links to it. My quarrel with this book, is the use of (mostly) toxic mordants which I am unwilling to keep about my house, so the methods India Flint use are much more appealing. I greatly admire India's work, and love the pretty pictures in her book, but I wouldn't necessarily recommend it as an enjoyable read, it certainly contains lots of information, but you have to work really hard to decipher it.<br /><br />So, between India Flint's book, the book I own, and my own knowledge I've started experimenting with fervour. I have found this dying bizzo is much easier to do in short 15 minute bursts of time then the sewing caper, which I'm finding practically impossible to keep up with.<br /><br />My apologies to any readers who aren't interested in this kind of thing, but I'm planning to use this blog as my journal for my eco-dying experimentation. Not solely, it's just convenient for me.<br /><br />So here are my first attempts, based on India Flint's bundling method, on bamboo and calico, no mordants were used, I was hoping something used in the finishing of the fabrics would act as mordant, these pieces were new and unwashed. The basic method here is to place your plant material on your fabric, tightly roll it up and secure it, (I used cotton twine) steam for 30 minutes and leave it to go cold before unwrapping. This method has two purposes, it can give a beautiful eco-print, (a term which I believe was coined by India Flint) and an indication of the dye potential of the plant material used.<br /><span><span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAF6cZEv4GNiFzY8c8FJfAMwsIwdYohYsr6yCPNreGly9xfNSaPqHVSsUybr5Uzux3fwwud_KjuqqlMiQ9uyI4tnHndFeXumpM7cZF-l2sg2MunRkN9A969br9wlzLWNDEaHEw0WCyIE/s1600-h/034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAF6cZEv4GNiFzY8c8FJfAMwsIwdYohYsr6yCPNreGly9xfNSaPqHVSsUybr5Uzux3fwwud_KjuqqlMiQ9uyI4tnHndFeXumpM7cZF-l2sg2MunRkN9A969br9wlzLWNDEaHEw0WCyIE/s200/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328045969752698882" border="0" /></a>This piece is a bamboo/lycra blend, the leaves used were vine leaves that had just turned red, the colour is a beautiful pink, definitely planning more experiments with the vine leaves.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeoAm72i7fnrK2inlMAw33xIH1SuaMSXFnmTSJs8xiPY4-9AEw2OcnEQpipk1rJFl5b2thy-bMmq_BtKCaHp95qJuhNdh1llu0ctRB5VsQ2L8TKHOh2Uc4njf15vCAHtVgZOz-r1Ib2w/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeoAm72i7fnrK2inlMAw33xIH1SuaMSXFnmTSJs8xiPY4-9AEw2OcnEQpipk1rJFl5b2thy-bMmq_BtKCaHp95qJuhNdh1llu0ctRB5VsQ2L8TKHOh2Uc4njf15vCAHtVgZOz-r1Ib2w/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328045967381402258" border="0" /></a>This one is a bunch of eucalyptus leaves and gum nuts on 100% bamboo fabric, complete failure in terms of colour, but look at the beautiful embossing!<br />Lesson: try pre mordant next time.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVMIrQVaskK8-AG6sjvYoX2bt6ITHK6dip8ChuzlrIVImfadjmoVp_tjHuEbhhTtxtvlYYZyKZDsAbZG4nROS6_0qGhIaDYbqnzzY7Wh8TMNBsSNZOCfMmU41wFOXtBqEaO5aRweeJT8/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVMIrQVaskK8-AG6sjvYoX2bt6ITHK6dip8ChuzlrIVImfadjmoVp_tjHuEbhhTtxtvlYYZyKZDsAbZG4nROS6_0qGhIaDYbqnzzY7Wh8TMNBsSNZOCfMmU41wFOXtBqEaO5aRweeJT8/s200/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328045975901971106" border="0" /></a>This is the same eucalyptus I used on the bamboo, this time on silk, the silk yarn was the only silk I had at the time, and I was feeling impatient. As you can see the eucalyptus has given a light golden brown to the silk, and you can even see a faint eco-print of the leaves, which will of course be lost when I use the yarn.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j6gXrhAo039ynp1w-EUI9ZzrZcEgCfC4uDg0WRpelhKj-rjNwfwA3f4TekJzwKdQifdeHSTnEhtbCA9zR6gvOHPLZJKDAHumA7iPvdQdBfGMq-yBHBjE55lvz-oOdpewJqL8aa0lbP4/s1600-h/019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0j6gXrhAo039ynp1w-EUI9ZzrZcEgCfC4uDg0WRpelhKj-rjNwfwA3f4TekJzwKdQifdeHSTnEhtbCA9zR6gvOHPLZJKDAHumA7iPvdQdBfGMq-yBHBjE55lvz-oOdpewJqL8aa0lbP4/s200/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328044969981179858" border="0" /></a>Above and below are the smashing method, on calico. I am very pleased with these first results. I used geranium petals and the vine leaves in various states of colour change. The petals and leaves were sandwiched between the fabric and banged with a hammer. That simple. I'm pretty sure this method won't take to heavy laundering, but as India Flint points out in her book, you can always do it again, once it has faded.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHyHnBvw2PdlbynusMo7-zgloAQCnmFACt6xR6Ujla61tdGiKIefBWMN_AY0ecNnNPHlsLf-FRhyphenhyphenUfhHewHmj9_maBUZONeIeoSRuvdJtPnZdHGDcTFqP_9vP-PWEBR0A9Xba00LtoW0/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcHyHnBvw2PdlbynusMo7-zgloAQCnmFACt6xR6Ujla61tdGiKIefBWMN_AY0ecNnNPHlsLf-FRhyphenhyphenUfhHewHmj9_maBUZONeIeoSRuvdJtPnZdHGDcTFqP_9vP-PWEBR0A9Xba00LtoW0/s200/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328044974321175410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxh6z_IrzNNKQVv9fREj0Pq4mVfagkzL1nrz8U9ir5HgA4vx3O8hKYpLZRXjt29kOlnwi8EwqOm0_-4shVxW35TrjDka2ThvQtgC6CERBJhZzWmBDf8QTfm2wIBl1Zk-qpZ0GXxMbe44/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMxh6z_IrzNNKQVv9fREj0Pq4mVfagkzL1nrz8U9ir5HgA4vx3O8hKYpLZRXjt29kOlnwi8EwqOm0_-4shVxW35TrjDka2ThvQtgC6CERBJhZzWmBDf8QTfm2wIBl1Zk-qpZ0GXxMbe44/s200/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328045975143163362" border="0" /></a><br />How cute is this flower press? (op shop find, for the kids, but kind of really for me)<br />The flowers, we found already pressed inside, note the blue flower, which I -think- is love in the mist? anyone? It has retained it's colour beautifully. I'm planning to try some smashing with blue flowers.<br /><br /><br />My conclusions from these early results, and there were others (salt turned those eucalyptus leaves to a dark steely grey) was that I needed to get my hands on some silk and wool. (Which take dye much more easily.) I mustn't be the only one scouring the op-shops for white silk and wool, because it is very, very difficult to find, and when you do the article is often too beautiful to cut up. Eventually I found a suitably hideous silk skirt and old pair of woollen long Johns*....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QkUUN1JxKSz3SjMYRPU2sq9z1mC17IYcc_ywrGFtz9wqx8H_yBcncHdbgSDxy7V4gO8Ebu7dQkB8-Cz4M1lhWhoeQv53InRhcxDMOeESl-aHmUP2AUoG_JdEA168gaP05HW0HjKwlmk/s1600-h/050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4QkUUN1JxKSz3SjMYRPU2sq9z1mC17IYcc_ywrGFtz9wqx8H_yBcncHdbgSDxy7V4gO8Ebu7dQkB8-Cz4M1lhWhoeQv53InRhcxDMOeESl-aHmUP2AUoG_JdEA168gaP05HW0HjKwlmk/s200/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328045979621075458" border="0" /></a><br />Here are my silk/wool samples bundled up with all sorts of stuff, in the steamer. I had to wait all night to open up these bundles, the suspense was killing me, and since this post is already way too long, I'll show you the results another day, can you bear it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*Sometimes when using recycled, or used materials, invisible stains become visible with dying so the first thing I did with these was cut out the crotch, because despite the appeal of India Flint's less conventional methods, there are some stains I am JUST NOT willing to embroider around.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-90788777975113485682009-03-23T10:38:00.002+11:002009-03-23T11:07:12.712+11:00Happy<div align="center"><div style="text-align: left;">I've been tagged by <a href="http://muppinstuff.typepad.com/my_weblog/">Janet</a> for this.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are the rules…</div></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Link to the person who gave you the award. If you want.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Post the rules on your blog.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>List six things that make you happy.<div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div>Let the person who awarded you know when your entry is up.<br /><br /><div> </div> <div>"Now I'm going to skip the whole family and big things that I'm grateful for like a house and job, and not living somewhere we could be bombed etc. Let's just take those things for granted eh? I'm going to list the little things, the small joys..."<br /><br />The above is copied from Janet, and I just want to say, ditto.<br /><br />1. Lying on the grass on a not too hot, not too cold, probably autumn day, with the sun on my face.<br />2. Having a whole day to myself to make and potter and do whatever I want, or do nothing and not feel guilty.<br />3. Reading a book cover to cover, in one go without stopping.<br />4. Eating food I haven't had to prepare myself.<br />5. Quiet.<br />6. <a href="http://www.reverse-art-truck.zoomshare.com/">Filling a bag up with rubbish</a>. Really. Op-shopping also gets filed under this one. I get all exasperated at my littlest Monkey who loves nothing more than to fill up a bag of bits and pieces of rubbish, but I think I know who she inherited that little habit from....<br /><br />Tag yourself if you feel like doing this. It does feel good to think about the little things that make you happy.<br /></div>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-80032541359164903912009-03-17T21:45:00.011+11:002009-03-17T22:11:30.489+11:00This is What I've Been Up to<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqDM2AtT73ZhuMl-UxSZ3OEQWHdS_fuIp6xkbffwZnaReeKONhjYlSbGLlu9pe6c_mEA7_skwO22whHjkW_o_0XCZH-6zL8Ij4IdsA9pdfYBNOVBDNASDB0diMmyYJrAN8fgQuVTui9E/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYqDM2AtT73ZhuMl-UxSZ3OEQWHdS_fuIp6xkbffwZnaReeKONhjYlSbGLlu9pe6c_mEA7_skwO22whHjkW_o_0XCZH-6zL8Ij4IdsA9pdfYBNOVBDNASDB0diMmyYJrAN8fgQuVTui9E/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314107637416866706" border="0" /></a>Because I know you are all dying to see a glimpse of the chaos, I didn't bother with a nice backdrop. This is my latest idea, winter weight peaked caps, unisex.<br />Below is some of what is in the shop;<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCh6gOfsnxovgwBfH3uZG8zRAlfEvW_uqa4ft1E7_pjWorRyjVDXBUmZt_-OuJvS1xjlyOYOAh7iDXOiBSXbkCisHPdbTUW-ejTlpLW1rM44B_fZ1EhQOdfgJWJZrsHO1nCNFZKDbnLc/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCh6gOfsnxovgwBfH3uZG8zRAlfEvW_uqa4ft1E7_pjWorRyjVDXBUmZt_-OuJvS1xjlyOYOAh7iDXOiBSXbkCisHPdbTUW-ejTlpLW1rM44B_fZ1EhQOdfgJWJZrsHO1nCNFZKDbnLc/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314106842871517090" border="0" /></a>Little girls apron.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAfBef-paYEzCT7tKg3dyPsk8XYVKfj7G3XDUdjK3_DSOmySwoMW7MaOZ8qMnuBTMR3k1TPablU7iMRAKCPYmfhC2AcOCjr2IXTp9_BnwDRND8eu6AL42_lRkQsuo1XR9qCxvsYb-hBM/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAfBef-paYEzCT7tKg3dyPsk8XYVKfj7G3XDUdjK3_DSOmySwoMW7MaOZ8qMnuBTMR3k1TPablU7iMRAKCPYmfhC2AcOCjr2IXTp9_BnwDRND8eu6AL42_lRkQsuo1XR9qCxvsYb-hBM/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314106835909686018" border="0" /></a>Boys shirt, made from a vintage (unused) pillowslip.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iD_QN5GrBGlWCDRlFels0aHdzbiYYGpSzvBRWsCwKXMYpNpUpywjB3msm62DeOzkNsWXKC9DNf4JOX6ukz3TETcfGCto75-vRzAPZvA_OSuQEk52cO8LJWpM2tyMk9DOOa8DJVR3F7Q/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7iD_QN5GrBGlWCDRlFels0aHdzbiYYGpSzvBRWsCwKXMYpNpUpywjB3msm62DeOzkNsWXKC9DNf4JOX6ukz3TETcfGCto75-vRzAPZvA_OSuQEk52cO8LJWpM2tyMk9DOOa8DJVR3F7Q/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314106832745465090" border="0" /></a>Man shirt, vintage fabric.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaa7vExdGin-PgohaIpas2iQ8Q2YLVr7gLaKNklWT_hKOte7MqGv7FcOzcdJHBKOTDvtR85LAvDGuVqttEk_FpT4ZwYSgfHKRSVo9b49a9Ix8zXfQ9heZs3gxqlX-gfU7RXusb6rRjyUk/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaa7vExdGin-PgohaIpas2iQ8Q2YLVr7gLaKNklWT_hKOte7MqGv7FcOzcdJHBKOTDvtR85LAvDGuVqttEk_FpT4ZwYSgfHKRSVo9b49a9Ix8zXfQ9heZs3gxqlX-gfU7RXusb6rRjyUk/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314106826494422994" border="0" /></a>Horsey skirt.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8GyYCBntIWVTRHSVJR1wYOi6MNn8GNxZp14LcnYGn77dFUksIsZje6tc8D7A12gsF23hGh-oeUscH9dFs81BjZEPwxFJ47Wqz4LIAgjuRx76DR5OZQCqJhdXwj1E9Dm3l2VVU1nWzeY/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU8GyYCBntIWVTRHSVJR1wYOi6MNn8GNxZp14LcnYGn77dFUksIsZje6tc8D7A12gsF23hGh-oeUscH9dFs81BjZEPwxFJ47Wqz4LIAgjuRx76DR5OZQCqJhdXwj1E9Dm3l2VVU1nWzeY/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314106826824170818" border="0" /></a>Spotty dress, (SOLD, YAY!) and a glimpse of some of other people's stuff.<br /><br />Photography is not my strong point.<br /></div>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-68755339333338962792008-08-13T11:42:00.003+10:002008-08-13T11:58:08.416+10:00My Boy Likes SchoolYesterday, as I was driving home past the boy monkey's school after a fairly normal (ie. fairly traumatic) supermarket shopping trip with two girl monkeys, I realised I had exactly one hour to go home, get the girls out of the car, get the shopping out of the car, unpack the shopping, then get the girls back in the car* and be back at school to pick up the boy monkey. Why not just pick up the boy early?<br /><br />I'll tell you why not. Because he will cry, and it will break my heart, and I will feel so guilty I will let him stay, and I will have to admit to his teacher I lied on the early release form, and then I will have to come back to school less then an hour later, and it will be icy cold and pouring with rain. That's why not.<br /><br />*Sound easy? It's not.<br /><br /><br />TOTALLY UNRELATED CUTE STORY<br /><br />The littlest monkey was wearing a skirt the other day, and she told me it was so she could do a skirtsy.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-27940766194104565202008-07-20T14:36:00.002+10:002008-12-13T20:19:00.105+11:00Still Here<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBQgoNNgO82AT6gb7JKClTvCsbXweZag3N7kU8mOSdnFJCD3ScYK8vTtcJ0ZDYbICNFico-4TK0fF6CgvWJwgOs4pHgMbxKp8OIlt7uUcO9BP1TelcXOV9Ty-R0j7bIrxE9gVjJNfwYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBQgoNNgO82AT6gb7JKClTvCsbXweZag3N7kU8mOSdnFJCD3ScYK8vTtcJ0ZDYbICNFico-4TK0fF6CgvWJwgOs4pHgMbxKp8OIlt7uUcO9BP1TelcXOV9Ty-R0j7bIrxE9gVjJNfwYQ/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224951189602774530" border="0" /></a>I'd been promising to make the girl monkeys one of these each for months, five days at my parents house in the school holidays finally gave me the opportunity, they chose the fabrics themselves from my mother's scraps. Turned out OK I think, my satin stitch is a bit tight on the nose, also for the hems I just turned up once and used zig zag, so I only had to stitch once. I'm lazy. I think it's fine for things like dolls clothes though. The other one has a red bow, and clothes in blue, white and a floral. She also has a mouth drawn with yellow highlighter.<br /><br />Yet another birthday party to attend, so I tweaked the hello kitty pattern and made this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNu6g0-AbKOY9jNRFcP3mInwMC4ZJ32NFt-0qF8T0bEcItaGCa0x9UFeKyMpVisOhtlbdNW0O0STcsF5MGqP-FCVjCViLaZ_UDK16nX25-1YhZEyGpRq9OeptLPOJ3gavFFvjPzGGsXYs/s1600-h/IMG_1694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNu6g0-AbKOY9jNRFcP3mInwMC4ZJ32NFt-0qF8T0bEcItaGCa0x9UFeKyMpVisOhtlbdNW0O0STcsF5MGqP-FCVjCViLaZ_UDK16nX25-1YhZEyGpRq9OeptLPOJ3gavFFvjPzGGsXYs/s320/IMG_1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224951195537752594" border="0" /></a>It was one of those I can quickly whip this up before the party type affairs. I couldn't. We are still waiting for the opportunity to give her to the birthday girl.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-71887439523620885572008-06-14T10:29:00.004+10:002008-06-14T11:14:38.145+10:00A Little Bit of NothingLast year for our anniversary, my husband and I celebrated by going out for tea.<br /><br />Our friend and his girlfriend baby sat for us.<br /><br />As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed a cucumber lying in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">foot well</span> of the car. It had fallen out of the shopping bags earlier in the day. I was now faced with a dilemma, take the cucumber in, which might look pretty weird, or leave it in the car where I wouldn't be bothered to get it later and it would be rotten by the next day, as it was summer.<br /><br />If I was to take the cucumber in, should I explain myself? Or would that just draw attention to it? I didn't want to be drawn into a potentially embarrassing conversation about why I might think it was unusual to be seen carrying in a cucumber on our wedding anniversary night. I could just imagine myself blushing bright red as I said, "It fell out of the shopping...."<br /><br />So I decided to just take the cucumber in, which I did, and I tried to be inconspicuous and nonchalant about it, just casually placed it on the kitchen table like it was a normal thing to do. Did they see?<br /><br />We would have been quite happy to sit and chat with our friends for a while before they went home, only shortly after the polite amount of conversation about whether or not the monkeys had given them any trouble, our friend said, "Well, we'd better go and let you get on with your celebrations...."<br /><br />Was it my imagination or did he say that in a slightly pointed way? I badly wanted to explain the presence of the cucumber, and not that I care what other people do but it wasn't included in any further celebratory plans, only what if they hadn't noticed? What if that hadn't even occurred to them? So I let it go, and I still don't know.<br /><br />I wonder what sort of night they had?craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-16855450312315691482008-05-27T14:19:00.002+10:002008-12-13T20:19:00.502+11:00Winner!I recently stumbled upon a blog, the day of a giveaway, and guess what? <a href="http://mypoppet.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-winner-is.html">I won</a>!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias2S-a-9KkCtZYN7B8X3ZXLS4QPiZy9_RT8IMjznfLxk2wVFTMRQLBOWcNELdT7ku1mji26n0WAOFwpBeQ-XZUEqT7TgmK1FhFjSVkSObVQklqRKLwHFdaj4NKhGj9vlhCR5OJTcugiY/s1600-h/IMG_1434.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEias2S-a-9KkCtZYN7B8X3ZXLS4QPiZy9_RT8IMjznfLxk2wVFTMRQLBOWcNELdT7ku1mji26n0WAOFwpBeQ-XZUEqT7TgmK1FhFjSVkSObVQklqRKLwHFdaj4NKhGj9vlhCR5OJTcugiY/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204908245798818146" border="0" /></a><br />How lucky am I? I won some vintage fabric from the fabulous and generous Cintia at <a href="http://www.mypoppet.blogspot.com/">My Poppet</a>, and as you can see, I've already used some.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTk6Y7GK3WI98Id0SybN55mtFbkEWwA6xa94fVV2SfUAC1jE6_fMmZxfm8AmM75Phaxgg6cLSZA_WRSfoczQimNzN41wn5oq17eKsNxSXsoMogoTvCKgxqvL4Qmv_NeuCqj5SjOgwGjY/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTk6Y7GK3WI98Id0SybN55mtFbkEWwA6xa94fVV2SfUAC1jE6_fMmZxfm8AmM75Phaxgg6cLSZA_WRSfoczQimNzN41wn5oq17eKsNxSXsoMogoTvCKgxqvL4Qmv_NeuCqj5SjOgwGjY/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204908250093785458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I've also been to visit Cintia's<a href="http://www.mypoppet.com.au/"> little shop</a>, and if you are over that side of town it is well worth a visit, the shop is gorgeous.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-49008084002585624252008-05-20T12:25:00.001+10:002008-05-20T12:27:59.543+10:00QuickieQuick, first person to go <a href="http://craftygirlwithruffle.typepad.com/crafty_girl_with_ruffle/2008/05/wheres-my-hanki.html#comments">here</a> and leave a comment gets a bar of the best soap ever.<br /><br />And I promise, there will be some blogging over here again very soon.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-35372900380548325152008-05-01T13:57:00.003+10:002008-05-01T14:08:07.855+10:00The Wisdom of a Two and Four Months Year Old"My have a little spider up my nose. My getting it out."<br /><br />"Amimals do wees on the garss. Amimals do wees and poos on the garss. Ephelants do wees and poos on the garss?"<br /><br />"Wroo have a fat tummy have wroo? Wroo have a fat tummy, wroo have." Mad giggling.<br />"Let me have a look at wrour fat tummy, that's funny." More mad giggling.<br />"Wroo have a big button."<br /><br />"Yes, my don't."<br /><br />"My like biting. My want to bite." (Said after being removed from the action for biting her big brother.)<br /><br />"Just one more... just all of it." (Said while eating chocolate, I know how you feel darlin'.)craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-15678180739361723392008-03-26T15:29:00.004+11:002008-03-26T16:28:03.430+11:00Easter Camping TripAs I lay on the precipice of my under inflated camping mattress, not quite warm, pillow hijacked by the toddler, I became aware of a sound in the distance. A high pitched whine of engines.<br /><br />In my midnight delirium I thought, "The fucking bogans are out riding their dirt bikes in the dark."<br /><br />It was audible beyond the moans of my diarrhoea stricken husband, beyond the rowdy singing of the group of drunken campers on the other side of the dried up creek bed. The creek bed just behind our tent where lay the rotting sheep carcass. The sheep carcass which lay just beyond the large communal garbage bins, the bins which which were situated just next to our tent and the pool of vomit my son had produced earlier.<br /><br />I quietly congratulated myself on the ideal location of our tent.<br /><br />Morning found me feeling decidedly nauseous and upon my first journey to the toilet block, I heard the damned engine sound again. All was revealed, the fucking bogans hadn't been riding their dirt bikes in the dark, they were playing video games.<br /><br />It was supposed to be a bush camping trip. It was supposed to have included such things as campfires, quiet, bush sounds and feelings of bonhomie or at the very least bonmothernaturie. It was supposed to be fun. It wasn't supposed to have included gastro. I couldn't even eat my Easter chocolate.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-86529874558484581782008-03-18T12:21:00.005+11:002008-03-18T13:23:58.546+11:00In-LawsI just thought of a very good reason why Washington D.C. could have been an extremely attractive option.<br /><br />Update on Washington D.C.; it's not going to happen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ooooh! and I have a meme, I've seen it around, it's the book one, where according to my old friend <a href="http://cocktailsandrecords.net/blog/?p=67">Cocktails</a> I open the book I am currently reading at page 123, skip the first five sentences and share the following three.<br /><br />At first, like Cocktails I thought I would have to do the book I last read (Which was <span style="font-style: italic;">The Kite Runner</span> by Khaled Hosseini, it's good.) Only then I remembered I am sort of in the middle of a book, <span style="font-style: italic;">Captain Underpants and The Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants </span>the Fourth Epic Novel by Dav Pilkey, so like Cocktails my selection is also, and for completely different reasons a children's book.<br /><br />Page 123, brings us right into The Incredibly Graphic Violence Chapter (in Flip-O-Rama)<br /><br />"While you are flipping, be sure you can see the picture on page 127 <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the one on page 129.<br />If you flip quickly, the two pictures will start to look like one <span style="font-style: italic;">animated</span> picture.<br /><br />Don't forget to add your own sound-effects!"<br /><br /><br />A little background on my friend <a href="http://cocktailsandrecords.net/blog/">Cocktails</a>:<br /><br />I first met her in kinder (or prep) where we became fast friends and I taught her to play doll house in the dirt with a twig of pine needles and a few sticky up tree roots. Sadly she moved schools soon after, and it wasn't until high school that we were reunited with each other.<br /><br />I think the only time I ever cheated in school, was off Cocktails, and it was in a music test, in year 8. I was musically deprived, particularly where popular music was concerned, my childhood was pretty much devoid of any secular music, lest I become possessed by the devil or something. Anyway to demonstrate my pitiful music knowledge I will tell you what the answer I read from Cocktails' test was; Michael Jackson.<br /><br />I love to check in on her wild, child free life, though I admit all that music talk still goes over my head, though I'd still be just as happy to receive a mix-tape from her. (I wonder if she still does those?)<br /><br />We lead completely different lives, far, far apart, and yet somehow we remain friends. Perhaps the next time we are reunited<span style="font-size:78%;">*</span> it will be in a nursing home. I hope so.<br /><br />I mean, if I do end up in a nursing home, wouldn't it be nice if she was there?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">*Visits don't count.</span>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-79540757043394280022008-03-12T11:23:00.003+11:002008-12-13T20:19:00.742+11:00MATTEL Eat Your Evil Heart Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitt6TBsyzGwOdOjyv-cAN2AERImfftknlPrf2e4uotfPxU3F6_Nqu5elHok2WY_8chSclWk3JnNj4WuUIovcnQrhViBmidGZvrTPEjqATAy1vpik9okU7qf05tTISC1I7OsWRGspdmT2s/s1600-h/IMG_1073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitt6TBsyzGwOdOjyv-cAN2AERImfftknlPrf2e4uotfPxU3F6_Nqu5elHok2WY_8chSclWk3JnNj4WuUIovcnQrhViBmidGZvrTPEjqATAy1vpik9okU7qf05tTISC1I7OsWRGspdmT2s/s320/IMG_1073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176644620410942194" border="0" /></a>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-60691873377411529652008-02-27T12:05:00.002+11:002008-02-27T12:13:59.469+11:00You Learn Something New EverydayIn the case of last Sunday, I learnt a new word.<br /><br />Vaginormous.<br /><br />Courtesy of the lovely and very talented <a href="http://twolimeleaves.wordpress.com/">Kirsty</a>, you can read more about our adventure over<a href="http://stompergirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/gal-livanting.html"> here</a> at Stompergirl's place.<br /><br /><a href="http://house-n-baby.blogspot.com/index.html">H&B</a> knows what we were talking about.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-61949083546506728502008-02-22T16:14:00.002+11:002008-12-13T20:19:01.206+11:00The Ship's Cat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHb353uirVAeOxDt6bCyaP3L9lJjY57EMnlKQ3bZkdBfEpjVOHFGC9bEMO3rnOn7X7QiedvoZIruvK1b_0F-yh7jnc3LABbk0sB3dXhi4UP9025Z8ipmT8McXA8MmwpaIiY2eP7mcDLEY/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHb353uirVAeOxDt6bCyaP3L9lJjY57EMnlKQ3bZkdBfEpjVOHFGC9bEMO3rnOn7X7QiedvoZIruvK1b_0F-yh7jnc3LABbk0sB3dXhi4UP9025Z8ipmT8McXA8MmwpaIiY2eP7mcDLEY/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169669206845339858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32XlstIpNTCINcziYf0XqqEVJX0SHmJrr9gwtEgz1U3qbnkm5U4kdKwvjL9v9WLb5DDYbPR0v18SWryZEy8kXwob_zMdRpkPpaLmG7ko6ewRR2i0Rgqj4Mz_I-8Zaiokw2G9jkpjowwA/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg32XlstIpNTCINcziYf0XqqEVJX0SHmJrr9gwtEgz1U3qbnkm5U4kdKwvjL9v9WLb5DDYbPR0v18SWryZEy8kXwob_zMdRpkPpaLmG7ko6ewRR2i0Rgqj4Mz_I-8Zaiokw2G9jkpjowwA/s320/IMG_1057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169669211140307170" border="0" /></a>Here is my <a href="http://weewonderfuls.typepad.com/wee_wonderfuls/store/pointykitty.html">Pointy Kitty</a>, a free download! How could anyone resist making one of these?<br />This particular kitty is for a four year old boy, he likes pirates.<br /><br />Also, thankyou to <a href="http://morepjs.blogspot.com/">knit, crochet, stich, stick</a> for giving me a "You make my day" award. Ta mate.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-88247129561632967542008-01-30T13:09:00.000+11:002008-01-30T13:21:38.422+11:00Tooth Fairy! You're Fired! (again)I don't know what it is about the Tooth Fairy. She just doesn't like visiting our house. I can't understand it, night after night she forgets.<br /><br />After the first tooth, it took her five days to remember, that's right FIVE days. Useless. The next tooth, she forgot again, several times.<br /><br />Third tooth was her last chance. She failed, so we had to give her the sack and don't tell me under the circumstances you wouldn't have done the same. I graciously took up her duties, as the teeth continued to fall out, I coughed up the required gold coin there and then, on the spot, in the cold hard light of day. Good system, I thought.<br /><br />Only it's <span style="font-style: italic;">much</span> more exciting to get the coin under your pillow, or so I'm told.<br /><br />So, we decided to give the Tooth Fairy one more go.<br /><br />It's exactly seven days since the latest tooth fell out. SEVEN DAYS. Tooth Fairy still hasn't come. How can you forget for SEVEN days in a row? How? Again I say how?<br /><br />Bad fairy.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-81313842688022351122008-01-01T13:50:00.000+11:002015-04-07T09:58:46.304+10:00Read as Much as You Like Between the Lines, You are Probably RightWell, it turned out we moved before Christmas, not after. This was immediately followed by an in-law Christmas visit, and then actual Christmas spent at my parents house, a longish drive away. Not good timing for Monkeys. Monkeys were little nightmares. I got sick, stayed in bed for two days. I have never done that since I became a mother. Pity I was sick or I might have enjoyed it. Lucky I was at my Mum's house, and Husband looked after Monkeys.<br />
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Did I mention this was the 6th move in 6 years?<br />
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Oh yes, and I spent Christmas eve nit-combing the Monkey's hair.<br />
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I ended up having to do that last minute Christmas shopping thing at night at a shopping centre.<br />
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So, we didn't go camping after-all, as predicted by me it was crazy talk, the Monkeys were too unsettled.<br />
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So, Christmas is over, Thank God for that. We are back in our little house, and it's OK.<br />
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I have finally got my way over cutting the bunk in two. Just turned two is too little to be climbing up and down bunks. It took a skull fracture to get Husband to do the deed, but there you go. Now I am working on convincing Husband that a cubby house thats floor starts two metres from the ground is a very bad idea. Wish me luck, I need it.<br />
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The littlest Monkey is fine, she has a very sore head, the fracture didn't cause any other damage, and it hasn't moved, so no treatment is necessary. I just have to try and keep her from climbing too much, so she dosen't fall again. We are very, very lucky.<br />
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Oh, and I may be a little thin on the ground as far as blog posts go for the rest of January, but don't worry, I'll be back.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-7757238633251206132007-12-12T12:01:00.000+11:002008-12-13T20:19:01.446+11:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEk80bqlwugkPjgCfomvs2D6HC3wovLMZy4b4Kr8-kWk0uIJ5O8rdeQzC8ydw_zLmedXwqcrXOGGUvHi930t9_R7CZ-_zfV1BBE7QAKFXHcU5OU76D3bMxk-NwD11ZFnDz3ZGJpoXVZ7A/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEk80bqlwugkPjgCfomvs2D6HC3wovLMZy4b4Kr8-kWk0uIJ5O8rdeQzC8ydw_zLmedXwqcrXOGGUvHi930t9_R7CZ-_zfV1BBE7QAKFXHcU5OU76D3bMxk-NwD11ZFnDz3ZGJpoXVZ7A/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142886590112307954" border="0" /></a>craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7461976390766037601.post-73491798697748054232007-12-05T11:04:00.000+11:002008-12-13T20:22:58.603+11:00Love Thy Neighbour<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulH2dddCevEIVPNs9rlVEKdXXYNjzqMmzEz4w2ba-MxGO2NABPYB4WKtZ9vdPfzjkVE701TnDCp-CQ3gtLwmSYAVpJ-KhlyHEo5Th-PWx8q-sP2S3WtWYSlVmnElKryQM4mY8YNpkSno/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulH2dddCevEIVPNs9rlVEKdXXYNjzqMmzEz4w2ba-MxGO2NABPYB4WKtZ9vdPfzjkVE701TnDCp-CQ3gtLwmSYAVpJ-KhlyHEo5Th-PWx8q-sP2S3WtWYSlVmnElKryQM4mY8YNpkSno/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140277234271230690" border="0" /></a><br />There have been whispers going around that we are moving house, and it is true. It is sad because we will miss our neighbours, not the ones with the barking dog, <a href="http://stompergirl.blogspot.com/">these</a> lovely ones. We will be moving just after Christmas. I hate moving. There is some good news though, we are moving back to our little house which we own, which means no more renting. Have I mentioned that we are renting?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pdPVmo1MfR6BxqD2JjGp5HxmETGm2ZgBeWO8dLZrPNUfDwdW4PrIgdG63BnsdLWX8G6dfToqv0yASN5M5rhTlrgx06NrrJU9u8cEI9yluEcT76RKslihHvGcdbKBDt3-MPzd2A_3ekc/s1600-h/IMG_0407.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8pdPVmo1MfR6BxqD2JjGp5HxmETGm2ZgBeWO8dLZrPNUfDwdW4PrIgdG63BnsdLWX8G6dfToqv0yASN5M5rhTlrgx06NrrJU9u8cEI9yluEcT76RKslihHvGcdbKBDt3-MPzd2A_3ekc/s320/IMG_0407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140277212796394178" border="0" /></a>The silly season is upon us and I have been trying to avoid buying too much plastic rubbish for gifts. To this end I have been to <a href="http://www.reverse-art-truck.zoomshare.com/">The Reverse Art Truck</a>, and bought a whole garbage bag full of <span style="font-style: italic;">actual</span> rubbish. It's great! This kind of place is my idea of a good time, the tip shop is pretty good too. I got the idea from a clever friend of mine, the idea is to make up art boxes as gifts, filled with sticky backed foam shapes, shiny paper, sticky paper and that sort of thing.<br /><br />I have also stolen the same friend's idea (told you she's clever) for adult Christmas gifts, and am going to screen print some tea towels using the children's hands as templates. Inspiration? <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/craftgrrl/3674467.html">This</a> screen printing on the cheap tutorial, and <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/TanyaBrown94087/TanyaTheArtButcher/photo?authkey=ZuTVYYMnDLw#5082452618733188722">this</a> quilt by the talented Tanya. I was going to do the whole family of hands as chooks, but they won't fit on the tea towel, so it'll just be three little chooks. (Chook=Chicken.)<br /><br />Moving on, a recent birthday party prompted me to have a go at a little girls dress, testing the waters, to see if I think I would really like to sew all day for a little money.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5dxBV68-nVS6FAMbppGf4R53grl_2Al4cwI9MWcYbap101jDi-hI_hTHYU5i24GBtN95kXArFlE9LQw24tXKsuS0VgTIUehZp1CL4qRH16Yl3t9qRyqH_Ou-Ws4QFZEUoE5lIKDuAqM/s1600-h/dress.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5dxBV68-nVS6FAMbppGf4R53grl_2Al4cwI9MWcYbap101jDi-hI_hTHYU5i24GBtN95kXArFlE9LQw24tXKsuS0VgTIUehZp1CL4qRH16Yl3t9qRyqH_Ou-Ws4QFZEUoE5lIKDuAqM/s320/dress.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140277221386328786" border="0" /></a>The fabric was in the cupboard already, it was meant to be for some clothes for a rag doll, but I hadn't got around to it for five years, so....<br />Pattern? Just some rectangles.<br /><br />We still haven't put up a Christmas tree.craftyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14396831672463509735noreply@blogger.com18