Meet the Treebles.

Friday I had mother guilt.
I was dog tired. This cancer treatment thing is so very inconvenient.
The Short one came in and said nobody would play with her. The big boys were being pod people on their first day of holidays. Cyber zombies!
The game she wanted to play is fairly tedious to be honest.

Both players get a quandong seed and take turns to roll it. Then you pick a random number and count it out on a numberless board. Get it? After three rolls I get drowsy so we decided to make stuff instead.

1. Toilet rolls and googly eyes found deep in the cobwebby art cupboard.

2. Fabric scraps cut into rough rectangles.

3. Glue the frocks on the t.p. rolls.

4. Observe that baldness is not a bad look even on a toilet roll person. Shorty disagrees. So...

5. Make pom pom hair. Roll it round your hand, tie it in a bundle...

and let the kiddo cut hair legally that is not her own.

6. Test run. The Short one wants more face parts and frilly bits from the sewing box.

 Finally! There are only six here but after a long time in the Loo of Isolation (laundry loo), a teenager provided us with another blank t.p. body.

 Each one  represents a member of our family. Who will be Mother???

It seems these two are the parents of the toilet roll feebles. Treebles? One is a bit of a clown and the other has pink crossed eyes. That must be me.

It was their fifteen year anniversary the same night. The Big Fella got a roast dinner, his own bathroom cleaned from top to bottom and a 3D family portrait made by his own Shorty Mc Snorty. We were both asleep by nine o'clock!

His flowers uncannily match the Treeble's hair colours. A match made in Heaven?

Happy Anniversary Big Fella! x

mellow yellow

Yellow has never been a colour I threw around a lot. A few daubs of it here and there are pleasant but I wouldn't have thought there was much yellow in this house. When Flossy started to use her new word, 'Yellow!' with such vehemence and even less accuracy, it seemed time to have a yellow hunt for a few little pops of it that might be malingering in a corner.

Fisher Price always provides a lovely yellow in a permanent plastic hue that never fades regardless of the varying ages of the school buses. Yes, they are all lined up and ready for an excursion.

"TADA! I am Mr Happy Yellow shirted Charlie Brown in my iconic lemony loveliness as always."

Here is a small yellow painting executed on a large pregnant lap on the couch one night. (I must have had a craving for yellow.)

This drawing seemed to be turquoise and red but, what is that I spy, a yellowy bit right there!

Here is the sunny vase from last year's trash and treasure. I need to grow white marguerite daisies to replace Voldermort's wand.

Yellow chicks in front of a yellow basket which, ironically, contains 'ello' building cubes.

The yellow sandy painting I made long ago for my pirate obsessed 6 year old boy. Below is his brother's bedside treasure chest and a resurrected Bob the builder hat for little sister.

Yellow birdies found in my favourite Sunshine Coast op shop. I have to sneak off there whilst others are fishing etc. My wonderful brother found the rest of their feathered family there later and reunited the whole flock.

These glasses were found at my best costume oppy when I was buying a cowboy outfit for myself. They didn't really match the theme that night but the whole family likes to have little raver moments in them from time to time.
A long time ago I met a boy who owned a yellow mini-moke and sang that old Donovan ditty,"I'm just mad about Saffron". I liked it. We married fourteen years ago today.

Happy Anniversary, big Fella!