Chop, chop, Cinderlala! Make those spider ice cubes.
Draw those ghost faces.
Here are her nine scary garden ghosts- because she's nine! I may be quite fond of them by the end of the week. WOOOOOOH!
Maybe not so much when I walk out at midnight and it's dark and the outside light is on. They are just bin bags with scrunched up paper brains and a bit of wool to tie them off and hang them.
A fresh day with zealous B2 up at Dawn's crack again. We are talking about a twelve year old here not a teething toddler. He wanted to get to school early. A local radio station was coming to interview people and the band and choir were playing live.
There was a bouncy castle, brekky, a coffee wagon, a stage with the live radio and finally the big red Channel 7 helicopter. That was our favourite.
I think I like helicopters. Flossy only likes to wave at them. "Please don't send me away!"
They have good bits to photograph. I think I'll blow this up for the Boysworld entrance.
We liked the loud large police motorbike too.
It was early for a sleep so I called in at our old kindy where Flossy is going next year. I was wondering how she'd like it. All those shorties in one place and toys and paint. Look at those orderly straight lines. Loosen up, Floss.
The utter joy on her face made me feel a bit slack as I had all this stuff out for the others when they were much younger. There is an easel under the house. It needs to make a comeback.
Now we're getting a bit more into the kinetic art.
While she sleeps it off, a quick bit of Pavlova magic. Can you spot them?
Father still hasn't moved off the couch and Nanna seems to be taking a cutting. It looks like Red Dog is back from the Pilbarra.
That plant might be safer out on the patio.
Finally we arrive back at the reason for the post title. Anna's mum's apples on a cushion in the lounge room. It's like decorator Cluedo. Thank you Mrs Bartlett. It is lovely and gets on nicely with the patchwork one from the Ipswich op shop. I left the label on so people know it is really a NEW thing in my house and, sorry it's crushed, but you know I don't iron... I have Pavlova furnishings to make.
