Should I eat the little cake that says "MAKE ME" or drink the little drink that says "BUY ME".......
I am seriously tripping out over all the discoveries I have made after blogging for about a fortnight. My eyes have been opened to the wondrous pinterest, the equally majestical scribd as well as loads of clever bloggers who are so so clever and who i am very very envious of...... I have been taking twists and turns all over the internet and my poor little brain can't process all the awesome things I have seen/want/want to make/wish i'd thought of! I have reignited my love of etsy (it never went anywhere, I'm just loving her in new and lovely ways) and am totally and unashamedly devoted to craftgawker.
My sister and I received a Nintendo for Chrissy when we were about 8 and 10. We played Mario Brothers over and over and over. We played all Christmas Day and all Christmas night (our parents were festively getting stuck into the booze and we had unprecedented freedom with the idiot box). Our little fingers and thumbs had blisters. And then we crashed and went to bed. But instead of sleep, I experienced some weird trance like state that involved jumping on boxes, crawling through tunnels and getting bigger and smaller, jumping, jumping, ducking, jumping.
Well I have blog trance now. Arrrrgh!!
Thursday 9 June 2011
Tuesday 7 June 2011
To delve or not to delve......
So after a massive weekend of winter festivities I am finally able to sit and jot a few words to you. Our little fam spent the weekend in the big smoke, stayed in a flash hotel and were tourists in our own city (oh yeah, Sydney, the smuggest of all our cities). We caught the Archibald Prize at the gallery, saw the lights of the vivid festival (they made the Opera house even more spectacular), spent a day at Taronga Zoo and even watched Yo Gabba Gabba live after winning tix on the radio (backstage and all, meet and greet, i hugged dj lance...never washing again).
But by far the highlight was celebrating my Nan's 100th on Monday. We got together around 50 relo's for the day and had a little knees-up down at her local. She had a few glasses of champers, a beer or two and a baileys. Nan had a fine old day and was surprised that such a fuss could be made of her, the telegrams from the Queen, governor general, prime minister and mayor really blew her away.
Nan is the youngest of five sisters (that's her clutching gloves and a purse), all pictured here with their Mum Annie (sitting). Not sure when this was taken but fancy going out with your hat and gloves, i'm doing alright if i go out without slippers.
One of Nan's sisters descendants was at the do and mentioned to me that she had been sniffing around ancestry.com.au and has uncovered a couple of skeletons and was wondering if she should ask nan for some info, realising what an amazing living resource she is. Obviously her 100th shindig wasn't the appropriate forum to dig up old ghosts but it really got me thinking that when she goes she will take a lot with her and what a great shame that will really be.
So I am left with a quandary? Dig and delve or let sleeping dogs lay?
What do you think?
Love Shay xxx
But by far the highlight was celebrating my Nan's 100th on Monday. We got together around 50 relo's for the day and had a little knees-up down at her local. She had a few glasses of champers, a beer or two and a baileys. Nan had a fine old day and was surprised that such a fuss could be made of her, the telegrams from the Queen, governor general, prime minister and mayor really blew her away.
One of Nan's sisters descendants was at the do and mentioned to me that she had been sniffing around ancestry.com.au and has uncovered a couple of skeletons and was wondering if she should ask nan for some info, realising what an amazing living resource she is. Obviously her 100th shindig wasn't the appropriate forum to dig up old ghosts but it really got me thinking that when she goes she will take a lot with her and what a great shame that will really be.
So I am left with a quandary? Dig and delve or let sleeping dogs lay?
What do you think?
Love Shay xxx
Wednesday 1 June 2011
Meet Rosie!!
Morning! If morning kicks off at 3am does that make it ok to have dahl and rice at 8am? It is five hours after I hopped up so I am claiming it as lunch.
Machine fixed and kewpies underway. Their petite bodies are drying in push up position (better them than me) and are awaiting fine little frocks. At the moment in their little glitter cossies they look like a team of synchronised swimmers from some old olympics games. With this much sleep I cant give you a year or locale, but you history buffs could be more specific. Lets guess London, late 40's.
So I sat with both a wine and cuppa (uncouth I know) and gave the girls some glamorous modesty- is that an oxymoron? A little PVA and glitter and they are no longer rudie nudies. I chose a boy leg and sweetheart neckline as is my want but you could go a halter or boat neck, whatever you fancy.
When the girls are dry I will run up some thick ribbon, around 3.5cm or 1.5 inch works best, on some tulle to make the skirt. A cable tie around her belly and Robert's your Mother's brother so to speak. Easy but so cute. This one is Rosie.
Machine fixed and kewpies underway. Their petite bodies are drying in push up position (better them than me) and are awaiting fine little frocks. At the moment in their little glitter cossies they look like a team of synchronised swimmers from some old olympics games. With this much sleep I cant give you a year or locale, but you history buffs could be more specific. Lets guess London, late 40's.
So I sat with both a wine and cuppa (uncouth I know) and gave the girls some glamorous modesty- is that an oxymoron? A little PVA and glitter and they are no longer rudie nudies. I chose a boy leg and sweetheart neckline as is my want but you could go a halter or boat neck, whatever you fancy.
Love Shay
xxx
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