Pavlova egg makeover

Lala wants a party. I have made her a D.I.Y. list. She started cutting, pasting, writing and enveloping last night. Is a week's notice not enough? Gosh. I hope none of the EIGHTEEN kids have prior engagements. Go girl. A party task a day gets you a party.
Meanwhile I have pressing household issues to attend to while she pastes and the big fella makes dinner. Remember the Pavlova fiasco. It seems the instant cheat pav was a hit with the discerning palettes of the Year threes. Put sprinkles on cardboard and they'll eat it. So we now have a splendid pavlova mix, egg shaped receptacle. Too good to throw out right?

Inspiration strikes!
A little snip and carve....
the addition of some bits of household junk....
the ubiquitous ninja star made of those things you bung in the back of a canvas.....
and Bob's your uncle. Paint with the universal primer from the bottomless tin.
The alternative universe/ matrix/ dollhouse also needs a table.
The raw items.
Applying a bit of Sonia paint as I watch TV on the couch. (Don't tell the Big Fella I paint on the couch. It's my guilty secret.) Dog stitch a quicky felt cushion.
The children of the Kooky cult ponder over who will try it first? They chant the Kooky mantra. "My turn...my turn... my turn..."
Annie McPhee gets the gig.
Oh look! Daddy woke up and there had been a significant reno undertaken. That wallpaper is sourced from the Megan stash in Casa del Artistica Domestica.
Time for a cup of chai before bed.
More to follow.