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It’s a Handmade Christmas at Millbrae… Part 1.

T-Shirt Yarn1a Wreath1a Wreath2aIt all sounded like a good idea when my sister suggested it; all gifts (excepting kids) must be handmade.
Awesome, do so love a good challenge. Days and weeks pass and I have not done a thing… no surprise there – forward planning is really not my strong suit. Gulp, it’s mid-November and there is nada, nothing made for anyone – bugger.
OK, so it really is waaaay past the time when I should have been busily creating loads of wonderful-ness for the fam. Surely it is never too late? I mean, I have a whole month, right?
So last week I began. Two gifts down, seven to go, easy peasy lemon squeezy. Sorry, can’t share the pics with you as yet – where would the excitement be for the recipients if I was to reveal all now. Except it’s mostly the blokes left – what the hell do you make them, Frilly aprons for the BBQ, Scrubby/Soapy stuff for seriously dirty hands, what the hell?
I am coming up empty handed in the fabulous ideas department.
All suggestions will be gratefully accepted, seriously. I am begging you.
All beginnings of panic aside, I have also made a really cool wreath for the Front Door. 2 hours from start to finish. My kind of project, messy, quick and using only scraps – woohoo.

That giant ball of t-shirt yarn has been crocheted into 3 splendid treasures and is only the beginning of this particular addiction I’m afeared…

More soon, til then, hug someone unexpectedly.  Not someone completely random tho, that could get awkward.


Sometimes, you just get lucky, right time, right place etc…

Yesterday I decided to wash my car, no biggie for most of the population, but for me it’s a once in a blue moon kind of affair.
Busy with the pressure cleaner and noticed what looked like a bit of string hanging down from the front passenger door… I’ve got 3 young kids – it could be string…
Oh shit, not string. Mouse tail. OK, starting to freak out now, I hate, hate, hate mice and we have lots of them at the moment. Give it a massive hit with the pressure cleaner…will not budge. Must investigate.
Open door of car, peer up under the bottom edge of the door, mouse’s head is stuck in the drain hole between the edge of the door and the seal, give dead mouse a bit of a poke with the end of the pressure cleaner nozzle.   Nuh, still will not budge. Shit, shit, shit, this means manual extraction – the type that involves my hands actually touching the mouse. With stomach roiling, I go over to the shed to get some rags to enable hands to not actually touch aforementioned mouse. Knees now a bit wobbly and stomach definitely recoiling at the thought of the impending procedure. Huff, huff, 1, 2, 3, just do it. Will spare you the truly horrid details, mouse successfully removed. Very lucky indeed. Yuck, is a very large understatement.
How on earth is this a lucky thing, you may well ask? If I’d not decided to wash the car yesterday and left it for another day or two, said mouse would have started to decompose and removal would have been even more hideous, and the stench in my car…unthinkable. Only those that have lived through a mouse plague can understand the magnitude of this. Complete disaster averted, very thankful indeed.

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Today, husband, kidlets and I trundle off to our local footy and netball for a day out. Best day, as usual and really I don’t know why we don’t do it more often…again, 3 very young kids…sometimes (well, actually most of the time), it is just easier to stay home.
Anyway, day is drawing to a close and I get myself settled at a table with some friends, cider in hand, happy as a clam, chatting away.
Jacqui (super-excellent lass), is telling the other girls about my #100happydays challenge and my (this!!) new found blogging habit. Feeling a wee bit flustered with the attention, Jac brings up my recent post on Facebook about Yarn Bombing. Other girls are none the wiser to what Yarn Bombing is all about, except Kate (bless her, she googled Yarn Bombing after my post), so I then googled it for them and showed the girls what I was talking about.
Boom!!! Major excitement ensued as we chatted about where, when, how etc. Oh lordy, was I in 7th heaven or what?
I had actually decided to forgo the YB saga as I had not gotten any response to my post and decided I would just do some all by my lonesome, here on the farm, for my own enjoyment.
And now, I have this posse of incredibly enthusiastic, wonderful women all a-flutter for a spot of Yarn Bombing.
Fortune is just around the corner, you never know where or when it is going to strike…
Good things come in 3’s, so the saying goes. Got my eyes wide open for the third.
Stay tuned for Yarn Bombing updates…

Day 34 #100happydays

I love stamps – tho I have so much going on that collecting and putting into albums is waaay beyond me. However, I do save all my stamps for mum, she has created albums for all the grandkids.
I received a parcel today in the post, just covered with stamps! The old fashioned way – made the nostalgic in me all warm and happy.

Day34I feel sure someone must have moved a cupboard in the Post Office and found a stash of lost stamps, the oldest one is a regular 37c stamp, with an aboriginal painting!  I can actually remember when is was only 37c to post a letter, back in the day when I was an avid letter writer…

Kinda wish I had taken some close-ups of these guys as the images are Beeeeautiful.




Day 17 #100happydays

I’d like you to meet some dear friends of mine, Willy & Nelly. Willy & Nelly, these are some other newer friends.

Coming home to Willy and Nelly.  Always waiting with a smile for me at the end of the driveway.  Love these guys xx.
Coming home to Willy and Nelly. Always waiting with a smile for me at the end of the driveway. Love these guys xx.

Yap and I made Willy (Westend) and Nelly (No-Knickers) 10 years ago for the now defunct Beyond and Back Outback Challenge.  They served as holders for donation tins for showers.

They’ve finally found their permanent home at the end of our driveway – cemented in place for the duration.

We live on the Eyre Highway and our rubble drive quite often hosts weary travelers having lunch and a cuppa.  Willy and Nelly provide them with witty repartee if they are so inclined.