Monday, 30 August 2010

Eshaness Craft Fair


We had such a great afternoon, met up with old friends and made new ones, sold enough stuff to keep us happy, and came up with some new ideas. The other stall holders were very friendly and we were asked to to bring our wares two more pre-Christmas sales as well.
Lizzie really enjoyed the experience which is good because D and I will be in France at the first sale, so she will have to go it alone.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

random photo day

OK so I'm in week four of The Artist's Way. by Julia Cameron, unblocking my cree -A-T-V-T and this week I have to give up reading!!! It's supposed to be for seven days, but having only just read that far in the book it will have to be four...ish. I've not read for about three hours. It's so hard not checking emails or peeping at facebook every five mins and then there are the usual book stops: eating, peeing, coffee, tea 15 t.p.d., when I'm bored , when I'm tired etc etc. It's as bad as giving up smoking, no really!
You sometimes come across those who proudly tell you that they never read a book; I now realise that these people must have the most amazing inner lives and be hugely creative. My lip will never curl again.
It will be interesting to see how my creativity blossoms over the coming week, Ms Cameron has not let me down so far, this might just be amazing.
well ok maybe just one last email...

Friday, 20 August 2010


Went to my first canoe club training last night, mad dash to BridgeEnd - spent too long making felt in the afternoon. Was in such a hurry forgot me dry undergarments! still, had the wetsuit Susan gave me which is brilliant. It was getting dark and a fine rain was coming in but I was determined to roll upsidedown, just to get it out of the way, and the sea was warm!

Didn't take any pics last night so here is one Angus Nicol took when we were out at Muckle Roe.

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Wednesday, 18 August 2010

Oh such rain! it woke me up at 3 a.m. and I started to worry about the ducklings - not enough to actually get up and move them ,there and then , but I collared them before taking Lizzie to Scatsta at 6.30. The family unit is now, rather reluctantly, in the polytunnel as you can see here.
Had to retrieve Lizzie later in the morning, because of the mist. When we got back to the house the rest of the guys had gathered in front of the p.t. like a Greek chorus quacking 'come backkk come outttt we love yr babiessss tooo' you can just see Mrs P inside looking out.
Lizzie is, as we speak, steaming sooth on the boat and I will have to get the poor duckies back into the hen-run for the night.

So two pictures to make up for being naughty for two weeks
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Tuesday, 17 August 2010

Yes yes, I know its been two weeks but I've been busy with really boring things like painting houses (the old Hillhead white -as its a croft house, and this one green because it is D's favourite colour.) What else? hmm... so dull I've forgotten. Still, my first born duck has 'brought out' but that' s on facebook if you care to look. I usually bung eggs in the incubator but Mrs P. got into such a state I thought I should to let her have a go. I'll put up a good picture here when it stops raining.
We have a stall at a craft fair at Eshaness on the 28th. so I'm making some stuff,for that. Here are some tea cosies under construction and I'll add some coffee and egg cosies too. Wish felt didn't take such an endless time to make. Still my Fabulous Feltomatic makes a huge difference. will show you more later.

Sunday, 1 August 2010

Saturday


Spent a blissful afternoon bobbing around St.Magnus Bay with Susan (thanks, it was just bliss) so cool and calm in the gray misty rain, the sea seemed thick and smooth like wobbly jelly. Alas no camera, might risk it next time with the old one .
So, do you remember the new duckling from last month? Well here she is with her siblings, some of whom, as you can see, are turkeys. So sweet, the turkeys are very gentle and responsive, it is as though they are actually aware of you as more than just the Great Provider. Can imagine them flapping fondly towards the Pilgrim Fathers the day before the first thanksgiving.