Apologies, I have been stuck up my archive, and have been sorting bits of paper into piles. My mother seems to have kept every greeting card that popped through the letterbox since 1963. It has been fascinating, and I thought that, over time, I would share some gems, like this greeting card from the 1970’s – so innocent, and yet also a little bit wrong.
Ihave made another one! To be fair this one was only supposed to be an experiment with materials, but I like how it decided to describe itself as project EUREKA! It’s made from mostly scraps, and other failed attempts at art, going back several decades. The corner stamp is from Mr Devine, and the jaunty piece of wrapping paper in the lower left corner is from Eryl.
G! Left over from something made in 2015
A new direction….using bits of the old direction…
In other news, Mr Devine sent me an Easter card!! With this card he is spoiling me….
Finally, here is a picture of Spring:-
Fresh Beech leaves…
And here is a tune used as the theme for the BBC Holiday programme possibly between 1972-74. Ahem.
Iam determined to write at least two posts a month, as we are running out of February here is my second post. Warning: It’s a bit crap.
February has been warm, people in the UK have been roving around in shirtsleeves and shorts – this is unheard of, disturbing/unpleasant to look at, and as a result parts of the countryside have burst into flames. But do not worry, heavy rain is predicted for the weekend and there will be a cold snap in March. THERE WILL BE SNOW BEFORE APRIL. I am just saying.
Meanwhile, we are no further along with this Brexit business, but I have thoughtfully provided an infographic to help my readers make sense of it:-
I think this sums up February in the UK.
I will have snow photos for you on March 21st, give or take a few days! And something even more exciting on March 22nd!!!!!!! I bet you can’t wait.
Here we see Louise, she’s been feeling a bit dowdy lately having recently been dumped by her boyfriend; for the past week she’s been holed up in her bedroom scoffing chocolate and peanut butter sandwiches. She’s also been devouring self-help books, her two favourites being, ‘How To Get More Than Even’ and ‘Men Are From An Entirely Different Planet Altogether’. To cheer herself up, and to help her face the world again, Louise has decided that she needs a make-over. It only takes five hours, three boxes of Nice’n Easy Natural Baby Blonde, and forty-five ruined towels to turn Louise’s mousy brown locks into a brillo pad of ginger. Louise sobs, wishing she’d done a strand test first as per the instructions on the box, but who ever does? She spends the rest of the evening drinking neat gin and avoiding her reflection in the mirror. In the morning she awakes, still slightly sloshed, but remembers that her Dad keeps a selection of wigs in his dressing-up box. She chooses ‘The Cher’, in natural nylon – it’s bright red, but what the heck it’s better than the ginger brillo. She tops off her new look with a pink crochet beret. Feeling a shade braver she heads out the door to her local salon, hoping against hope that they can fix the damage. On her way she passes a shoe shop and is transfixed by a pair of red stilettos in the window, but there, looming behind the display, is Catty-Mean-Mouth-Bitch-Face-Fanny – the last person you want to see when you’re feeling less than your best. Louise, still fuelled by gin, whips off her beret and tosses her mane of nylon cherry red hair; she struts into the shop and she buys those shoes [you go girl]. We see her striding up the High Street to the salon like a graceful 7ft pillar box on a trolley, towering over all other pedestrians.
At the salon, Terry, who studied ‘Directional Hair Design with Pubic Topiary’ at Southend Tech, transforms her matted bush of ginger into a halo of golden blonde [amazing what can be achieved with industrial bleach, hair straighteners, and a pot of VO5]. Louise smiles at her reflection in the mirror, and it is in this moment she realises that life is never Nice’n Easy; Louise winks at Terry, and resolves that from now on she’s going to be easy’n nice….
Inever thought I’d see the day when Mr Devine’s blog turned pink… I have rivers of mascara down to my chin… it started with a giggle, and finished with sobs of mirth. I am so sorry, but thank you Dinah, and thank you Mr Devine…. my endorphins are replenished.
When two blogs collide…
Maybe, it was a case of having to be there… but it tickled me. Right, I need to compose myself into something sensible….
*UPDATE* 4th May 2018
My efforts to compose myself have been in vain, and due to the sobbing and general gasping of breath, Sid will no longer stay in the same room as me… anyhow, here is a screenshot, taken on my iPad, of the pink vastness with Mitzi’s blog attached to it…
My fingers stuttered over my keyboard as I tried to write a birthday post for my blogging chum, Mr Devine. I wanted to say something more than: Happy Birthday, Big Boy!!! I wanted to write a post that would be memorable, considered, heart-felt, and almost as good as eating a ludicrously overfilled cake. I stared at the screen, my cursor blinking unhelpfully.
Perhaps a glorious picture of the Devon sky at night with a shooting star would impress him…..
Devon sky at night with shooting star? Or close-up of a black piece of paper?
Or maybe he would be filled with joy to see a picture of a crashed UFO that turned up on my doorstep on Sunday?
Snow drift… or crashed UFO?
And then I remembered…. I had just the thing….a bird with a very long beak!!!! Even better, an unidentified bird with a very long beak!!!
Beaky has gotten beakier….
I had done it!!! I had surpassed myself!!! With this birthday post I was spoiling everyone!!! And, there was only one thing left to say to Mr Devine: Happy Birthday, Big Boy!!!!