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Triplets

Tilly. Tabby. Tinker.

Otherwise known as ' Trouble '.

Tilly is the one who looks like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

But looks can be deceptive.

~~£55 + £2.50 shipping in the U.K, £4.50 anywhere else.~~SOLD thank you.

Tabby is the quiet one, who needs to be rescued from her sisters.

She likes to hide away and sleep on her tummy.

~~£55 + £2.50 shipping in the U.K, £4.50 anywhere else~~.SOLD thank you.

And Tinker ? Well, Tinker is the *spirited* one ..

Who doesn't like to sleep at all.

~~£55 + £2.50 shipping in the U.K £4.50 anywhere else~~. SOLD thank you

Due to constant fighting, I'm afraid they need to be separated.

These little girls are 6"/15cm tall, made from twirly-curly mohair, with a cotter-pin jointed head, thread jointed arms and legs, and 100% wool stuffing. They are wearing lined, removeable dresses, and come with their own matchy-matchy snuggle sacs.

Thank you for looking.

June 29, 2007 in Bears | Permalink | Comments (60) | TrackBack (0)

Friday wip

A half apron for Molly to wear over her jeans.

Because this is the closest she will ever get to wearing a skirt.

And later I want to try out my yo-yo maker I got at Superbuzzy. Maybe I'll have a go at making something from here (click on the little pdf box to view the instructions).

Various other free patterns here, and it's worth having a little lookie here too.

Have a great weekend !

June 22, 2007 in Textile stuff | Permalink | Comments (24) | TrackBack (0)

Arnold and stamps

Arnold

Arnold is a present for Alfie, who's birthday was in december. Which makes this gift 6 months late. Is that a record ?

Oh, and I got me a cutie-cute book on carving stamps.

ISBN 978 4 529 04339 7, available here, also available at amazonjp, but I can't link directly to it. Just type in the number, spaces included.

I think I'm going to stamp 'HURRY UP' on my children's foreheads in the mornings.

There are cute ideas for stamping onto fabric, paper bags, china , plant pots, coat hangers, socks, lunchboxes - you name it, they've stamped it. All you have to do is trace the designs and carve away. Hah ! - if only it were that simple.

June 18, 2007 in Japanese craft books | Permalink | Comments (34) | TrackBack (0)

7 things about me

I was raised in what was at the time, the most deprived (roughest) council estate in our town, and went on to pass the entrance exam into a very posh grammar school. To this day I still don't know how I'm supposed to behave.
I've been given a very stern telling off by a policeman twice. Once for stealing a police cone and walking down the high street with it on my head. And once for stealing a shopping trolley and pushing my friend down a very steep hill in it. ( I tried to do a runner when caught, but the policeman was a better sprinter than me). (My friend ended up having too go to casualty with a cut forehead).
Pupils from my school were barred from ever having a school trip to Totnes again after we thieved almost the whole contents of the local shops. I stole some jumping beans. I take great pride in the fact that I was the only person not to confess under a brutal interrogation from the head-mistress.
You wouldn't have wanted your daughter to be friends with me (for obvious reasons).
I'm really good at keeping secrets. I was run over by a motorcycle when I was 5, whilst in my older brothers' care. They bribed me with some fizzy pop not to tell my Mother and she still doesn't know to this day. Also, I've never told my little sister where the little orphaned lamb she had as a pet ended up.
I'm very shy, but I cover it up by talking non-stop. If there's a gap in the conversation I go into a blind panic. I'm also terrified of the telephone and will do anything I can to avoid answering it.
I once felt a big hug from my big sister, and heard her whisper to me, many years after she had died. What she told me later came true.

So there you go, in a nut-shell - a law-breaking, loyal, neurotic, basket- case.

June 13, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (66) | TrackBack (0)

Family soup.

Today I shall be mostly recovering from a very wonderful weekend.

We attended a perfect family wedding.

Perfect, because all of the ingredients that make a truly happy wedding were there.

The ingredients were as follows..

Two people very much in love.

One very beautiful bride and a damned handsome groom.

Beautiful bride's mega-fun Australian family ( who are today probably thanking their lucky stars that they live on the other side of the world from our side of the family ).

Glorious sunny weather.

One very pretty old church.

One eccentric joke-telling vicar.

Tuneless singing in the church.

Childish sniggering when singing 'All things bright and beautiful' ( It's the 'purple headed' mountain bit that sets us all off)

Lots of sniffling Mummies having to explain to their children that it's only 'happy tears'.

Lots and lots of hugs.

And a few more tears remembering precious people who are no longer with us.

A lovely location to party it up. With a big safe garden so we didn't have to bother looking after our children

; )

(at one point we found them all happily playing on the compost heap).

Lots and lots and lots of Champagne.

Lots and lots and lots of laughter.

An *inappropriate* best man's speech which left some people looking slightly shocked.

My Mother clashing gloriously in a lime green and orange ensemble.

My daughter ACTUALLY WEARING A DRESS !

My Mother being informed by the bride's uncle ( in a loud voice) that you could see her black knickers through her dress.

My Mother replying in an equally loud voice that he must be mistaken, because she wasn't wearing any knickers.

One person falling over and doing a near-perfect forward roll without spilling any beer from his pint.

One person having to go and have a little lie-down for a while.

One of the Mummies feeling the need to show anybody passing by her bra. (Thank God this wasn't me).

Great disco with lots of 80's music.

Lots of funky dancing.

I'll spare you the photos of me dancing, because we all think we are adorable and can dance real sexy when we've had a glass of bubbly or two - right ? (cringe cringe).

Shouting very rude things to the Bride and Groom about what they're going to get up to that night as they retire to the Bridal suite.

The best man drunkenly leaving his hotel room in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, returning to the wrong room, and cuddling up in bed with a married couple for half an hour before anybody realised.

Best man being completely gutted the next day, because the pretty wife he'd been cuddling had been naked and he couldn't remember a thing about it.

A recovery barbeque that next day for everyone to find out if they had offended/upset or snogged anybody they shouldn't have and to laugh at the very embarrassed,hung-over, best man.

Like I said - a perfect family wedding.