Daffo-Dilly

"It's Unique", I said.

"It looks like something U-Neek Up On,

with the Round-Up"

he said.

Where I Live

In a Tree House.

Or is that House In Tree?

The extreme weather conditions on the east coast of Australia

has caused a lot of damage

This is our little bit of damage.

I was barbecueing sausages in the Weber

on the back porch yesterday evening

to feed two hungry nephews, who

couldn't get to their home due to flooding,

when my Other Half shouted to me to come

and shift the car out of the car port.

Oh, that's a bit of a ****** I said,

upon seeing what the noise was about.

Moved car, went back to aforesaid sausages.

Other Half then attempted to contact

the Heroes

of the very overworked

SES.

No point wasting hot sausages,

we all proceeded to consume our meal

(in the dining room at the back of the house

well away from the damage),

only to be interrupted by

Police and SES

banging on the back gate.

Men in uniforms trooped in,

leaving a crowd of sightseers on the road,

braving the high winds and driving rain.

Neighbours must have managed to contact

the Services before we had.

We offered the nice men sausages

but they apparently aren't allowed

to eat sausages whilst on duty.

Nobody hurt?

No.

Did we wish to evacuate?

Not really.

A brief inspection,

trim a few branches away from the gate.

Nothing more could be achieved until

the 100km per hour winds abate

so we spent a normal evening.

The only difference being

intermittent creaking

as the tree settled further into

its' new position.

A restful night was had by all,

including the tree. 

One I've Been Working on for a While

Last Daffodil Day,

August last year???

I received a lovely bunch of

Cancer Council Daffodils.

Lovely brightness

cheering the last days of winter.

The flowers spoke,

they needed to be made everlasting for a 

Kitsch Teacosy.

After perfecting the flower pattern

and making stems and the cosy itself

I couldn't work out how I wanted to use them

so this half clothed teapot has sat on a shelf

awaiting inspiration

ever since.

I still don't really know

where it will end.....

Yellow is not really my "colour" I fear.

Any suggestions from you

lovely talented and inventive

readers?

My Secret Addiction

I've been hiding away a bit of late,

taking time out to recover from 

Christmas, school holiday, new year activities,

indulging myself in my secret addiction.

A little addiction that helps when the miniature bug

goes into hibernation,

helps keeps creativity alive.

Shall I show you??...

Well,

before we go there.....

(dithering about revealing my secret here)

would you like a tour of my workroom???

Did you say yes?

Ok then, I'll show you my enormous

well appointed workroom.

Here it is :)

Yep, that's it.

My workroom.

A table on castors, made for me by my Other Half

using the base of my old office chair.

It follows me from room to room,

will fit over my knees if I want to sit on the lounge.

For bigger projects it's the dining table but anything that

will fit on the cutting mat goes on my rolling table

and doesn't have to be tidied up at meal times.

You can see that indulging in my secret addiction

has cured the miniatures blues,

there are a couple of things under way in my 'workroom'.

Those 3 doodads in centre front are handles

and blade for a bread knife in progress.

The 'perspective' drawing was done by none other

than 11 year old grandson,

Gran tried faithfully to reproduce it to specifications

for his kitchen roombox.

Here is a closer view

 not yet ready to hang but we couldn't resist having a little play.

We're waiting on

'exciting small parcels'

containing treasures to add

and have plans to add some bright spots of colour,

some sunny yellow perhaps,

to tie in with the rest of the kitchen.

This kitchen will be finished

with the hanging of the shelf

and I hope this year will see a few more

uncompleted projects finished

after three years of

too much Real Life!!!

Now,

will you think less of me when you see my

secret addiction??

Will you think I should have my head examined?

Heheh, better get it over with eh?

It's no secret I love drinking tea,

Any Time!

Which in turn led to an interest in teapots.

Collecting teapots.

Not fancy china pots,

I like pots that look like they know their business.

I like them to look like they have history

and could tell tales of sharing moments

of happiness,

times of sadness,

or,

the best cup of the day -

enjoyed in bed first thing in the morning.

Not only do I collect teapots but I delight in using them.

A recent acquisition was an epns hotel/cafe teapot.

I enjoyed it 'naked' for a while, just enjoying the shape

and the pretty silver shine

but the time comes when I want to use it.

.

When it comes to making a pot of tea,

it needs to be kept hot.

Teapots need Cosies don't they?!!

That's my secret addiction...

TEACOSIES

To be more specific,

Kitsch Teacosies.

The more decorated they are, the more I like them.

So, after living with my pretty shiny 'naked' silver cafe pot for a while,

it spoke to me and said it was ready for a warm coat.

What goes better with silver than royal blue?

What goes with royal blue?

Fun, fun, fun, sorting through my little huge stash

of wool.

Work out the shaping whilst thinking

about decorations.

Click, click, hook, hook......

Tadaaaaa!

Here it is all dressed up ready for a

Tea Party.

Cuppa anyone?

Do I need analysis?

Probably.

Hmmm, do I feel the urge to make a miniature version???

Perhaps....

The Current Fur Family

It's been quite a while since I mentioned
the Furkids,

so I thought I'd share a recent photo of my darlings.

The current family keeping my seat warm for me!

Four wonderful, eccentric, joyous

Furbabies.

The Whinnying White Ninny

(white with chocolate nose)

Flossie Flannel Drawers

(Fawn with chocolate sabling, chocolate nose and white bib)

Freddy Frog

(Fawn with black sabling)

The Blonde Bomber

(Fawn and white, her sabling has faded with age)

They are my constant companions,

wherever I am, they also can be found.

The specially love to 'help' me crochet ;)

A lovely warm doggie blanket in winter,

not so welcome in summer!

When there were eight.

We have sadly lost four of our little troop

in the past couple of years.

The loss of a loved pet is such a private grief

don't you think?

It's especially difficult to lose a young one.

Georgie

was only 4 years old when she was diagnosed earlier this year

with Glaucoma.

Removal of her beautiful eyes was not an option

for this outrageous, energetic

Wild Child,

she would have suffered severe depression.

Choosing blindness for her would have been

a much easier decision for us

than choosing euthanasia

but knowing well the difficulties of life of a blind member

of a pack of dogs

and taking into consideration

our beloved Furbaby's age and personality,

we could not do that to her.

Vale my precious George,

we miss you.