Very rude noises!

I'm a mum, and as such I'm really proud of my children. So when my eight year old daughter tapped me on the arm to get my attention and announced that...... she could make a farting sound with her hand, I of course..... blamed it on her fathers genes! I have never, ever made a rude noise with my hands and if I inadvertantly make one from any other part of my body, well, I wouldn't be boasting about it.
But it got me thinking........I am anal about some things, these wagon wheel blocks for instance. I just feel like I've won something every time that I piece one, turn it over and this little star in the centre appears!

May all your piecing be perfect!

Infatuations

I'm overwhelmed by the infatuation I'm having! I just can't stop making these things......

A little voice at the back of my head keeps nagging me with the thought that joining them all together is going to be ....... hellish.
But right now I'm dancing with delight. I love this one best....no, this one....oh, and this one.......
Any volunteers to help me pull all the papers off the back when I'm finished?


And I really should say a big "Thank You" to Alex from insane-about-jane for nominating me for the Sunshine award. To say I'm surprised is an understatement, the last award I got was for the egg and spoon race back in primary school, this one is much prettier!

Quilting adultery

I was thinking today, no....not that an unusual occurrence, I assure you! Anyway, there I was pondering the ways of quilting when I decided that (for me) making a new quilt is like starting a new love affair. 
I start to ignore my family, their needs seem trivial to me. I pick a new design with trepidation.......then follows the painful yet exquisite feeling of release when cutting into that long hoarded, much favoured fabric. Blood, sweat and tears often follow....but the worst part is when "doubt" sets it.
Have I chosen wisely?  Can I possibly finish it? Will it be the love of my life?


There is a little bird fluttering in my heart at the moment....this could be it! 


I think I'm falling in love.....

Trying to make a decision.

It's school holidays so that's why I haven't been here much.....nothing much to tell. Unless of course you want to hear about our outings....nah, didn't think so.
I'm trying to decide what pattern to do next, should it be this........?

It would mean paper piecing and while I can do it, it isn't really my favourite method.
Or should I try hand piecing a tea leaf pattern?
Decisions, decisions. I think tomorrow night I'll piece some tea leaves and then make up my mind.
In the mean time, have you ever seen "Posh Nosh "? My eldest son sent me the link, if you've got five minutes and want a real giggle go here.....  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzjR0yL4f0Y  

Auto Cannibalism

If you were a fly on my wall, well....firstly you'd get swatted or sprayed to death with half a can of ozone destroying agents, but if you managed to live through that you'd hear some pretty weird stuff. 
Yesterday, for instance, you might have heard a disgusted scream followed by "EUGH.... Tell your father I hate him!"
Now hold on, just let me stop you there....I can see you reaching for the phone to call social services...... both my daughter and her father were killing themselves laughing. 
You see I have a bad habit, I chew my fingers, (auto cannibalism my hubby calls it) and every evening you can hear him moan "Stop chewing!" about a million times. I'll even hide under the cushions to nibble at that loose bit of flesh hanging by my nail....disgusting, isn't it!
Well the other evening he'd been threatening me with the "stop 'n grow," foul stuff that you paint on your fingers and it''ll make you sick if you get even the faintest taste of it, and I'd been my usual adult self going "Ner, ner de ner ner" back at him when....he pounced! He grabbed my hand and painted it with the vile sticky stuff!
I, of course, just muttered something about not needing such a childish disincentive and looked down my nose at him as I carried on with my crochet. 
Half an hour later, I'd forgotten (is this a sign of impending senility?) and stuck my finger in my mouth for a good chew........."EUGH.... Tell your father I hate him!"
But, to get away from my bad habits let me show you what Kelli has forced me to start....

Cutting out and sticking down all the little pieces is fun, I admit......but now she wants me to hand stitch the fabric edges in blanket stitch. I tell you, I'm surrounded by bullies!

Kamikaze possums and crochet!

OK, I'm sorry, I just haven't been around much lately....not my fault....I just happen to live in an area with a high concentration of kamikaze possums.

You don't get the connection?

Well, there's some pretty appealing (to possums) power lines out the front of our place, and they will play their little games of chasey and dare, running along them. Get the picture? The first time I heard a BANG and the lights went out I was horrified to see a fried possum hanging from the power lines, but let's be honest, when your power has shorted out three times in one evening because of the daft buggers not letting go of one line before they leap to another....then....my pity becomes a little thin.

In short, my computer (and everything else powered by electricity) has been on and off more times than my knickers on my honeymoon!

Anyway....what would you want me to tell you about! Should I tell you about the incident where I very nearly set fire to my tennis team-mates hair? I wonder, if I actually had,(set her alight) could I be charged with some sort of assault.....I can see it now.......me in the dock....charges being read out in a deep ponderous voice ...."You stand here charged with grievous harm by birthday candle...."!

Hmmmm.......I think I'd get off....you'd be a character reference for me, wouldn't you?

But this is not what this blog is all about, let me tell you of my new passion....crochet! I know I've mentioned it before but I've now become addicted.

If you need to find me, I'm curled up on the sofa, surrounded by a rainbow of coloured balls of wool. All 100% Australian merino wool, lovely and soft, not "scratchy", it'll probably take a year to have enough of these squares to make a blanket but I don't care....I'm just having a bit of fun!