Friday, September 26, 2008

Thank you

I don't like those crutches I don't, what if my tail gets caught?

Thank you so much to everyone who sent mails and left comments over the past week. It has not been an easy time, however my foot is healing, and some work issues are being resolved. I have been so blessed by your kindness and checking in online has been a joy.
This beautiful ATC came from Genevieve, a West Aussie who surprised me by sending the ATC while generously sharing her stash of a fibre I particularly liked. Thanks Gen.
These three ATC's are all stunning, all different, and all one-of-a-kind they are the results of a swap with Debbi.
Debbi has her beautiful work published in almost every issue of Somerset Studio and I was so thrilled to be able to swap with her. Debbi is another West Aussie.

While my foot healed I stayed out of the art cave and read a stack of books, Harvey, however, maintained his rituals and spent part of each day watching the birds through the window, while keeping the arm of my chair warm.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

One of these things is not like the other ...

I am sitting here feeling very sad and sorry for myself so decided to blog and in doing so, knowing I tend to find the positive as I write, that perhaps I may lift my spirits.

Last night I intended to do a little work in garden and then walk Archer, I did not make it past the bottom step. Well actually I did, but I made with a CRASH as I turned my ankle and landed on my bottom. Positive note: I could have landed on Archer - his end would have been instant, my sorry long, like the piece of string.

Twine actually; as waves of nausea crashed over me I had the presence of mind to grab a piece of twine and tie it to Archer's collar. I lacked the presence of mind to tie the other end to anything. As I sat calling vainly for help (my neighbours were all walking their dogs) Archer ran up and down the road thinking he was being chased by Charles who was in fact chasing the end of the string....For anyone new here Archer is my little dog and Charles the cat. The string was about 20 meters long; blue and yellow stripes. It is good to have the full picture.

Eventually I crawled up the stairs and called Mum. Off to the hospital we went, the nurse said, "It's broken", the man in brown said, "I'm the cleaner". When I asked if he did feet as mine were rather dirty he confessed he was in fact the doctor, then he said, "It's broken". The x-ray technician was called in from home, and was happy about that?!?. She said, "It's not broken".

The Cleaner/Doctor said, "It still could be. See your doctor." Off we went for crutches - lots for people 5'2" and below or 5'10" and above. I am 5'7" and a quarter. Needing something for the night we took the small ones. It was not successful. I could write another chapter about that, but as I have now written rather a lot and have found a little smile I will leave you to deal with the rest of your day. Iam wondering if this deserves a mid week gin and tonic?

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Bits and Pieces

I made the notebooks above using some of my scrap paint backgrounds and my Zutter (current favourite tool) for the binding. Quick easy and satisfying.
The bag on my left is a "Just because ..." gift from my friend Ky and her Mum. It is a bag which folds down into a pocket on the front and is one of a collection they have made for the Animal Protection Society fundraiser. I am so blessed to have received this, and in a work week that has had some particularly difficult times it was especially nice to come home to. The dollies there will appear listed in my Etsy just as soon as I get time.

This wonderful copper (and you know how much I love copper) collage is my INKrediblyRt Mystery Muse gift from Vanessa. I keep running my fingers over that embossed background.
I couldn't resist this picture of Phantom and Harvey - but I get the impression Harvey wishes I had :)
I am hoping the shame of having a blog photo up revealing my dirty windows might also make me clean them...I will let you know how I go w ith that one.
Enjoy the weekend.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

What a difference a day makes...

Archer here, Mum has been a bit busy so I thought I would have a bit of a chat. especially since things have changed, I don't like change, I don't.
Every day I rush outside and have a munch on the special grass, Mum poured some old bird seed out and it has sprouted beautifully, I get lots of fresh veg (and no I don't have worms) but I really like this grass.
Sometime I get in trouble because I forget and leave by walking over the snowdrops, but that is OK... she does not stay cross long.
Today I trotted beside Mum eager to help hang out the washing, but thought I would have a little nibble of my grass first.
I was shocked! Bobby was in MY grass. I was not pleased to see him.
Some people were! They fussed and said how nice it was HE had come out of hibernation, and would HE like a strawberry? A strawberry? He already had MY grass.
I tried to be brave, I barked and growled, I sniffed and snorted, but he did not move.
We looked at each other out of the corner of our eyes.
Slowly, very slowly, Bobby turned his back on me, casually moved under the spiky plant, giving me one last look before the leaves rustled and he was gone.
I have my grass back, but it is not the same, I don't think it will be the same again.