Fun and frolics at the B & B… Donna Dass's new arrival at the B & B in the USA, is causing a bit of a stir. Apparently, she bought Earl over a bottle of Hennessy and Bea's upset (watch out for that rolling pin Earl) and the old ladies are listening for all the dirt! I just love it when my customers are on the same wave length as me and create wonderful scenes and new homes for my characters. I have it on good authority that a new man will be added to the mix shortly, can't wait to see what he's going to be getting up to…. Photo's by and with kind permission of Donna Dass USA |
What's all this about then.......1940's 'Happy Days'
with old Uncle Charlie, Arthur, Albert, old 'Arry and the Reverend Earnest Brown. The wit and imagination of Susan Collins a customer, know no bounds. She has been working on her scenes and woven intriguing stories into the lives of the characters she's bought from me. |
Rhubarb and Bunting, Pigeons and Pipes....
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There's a whole lot more happening so I'm going to ask Susan to get the lads to write and let us know how they're getting on with things and what the gossip is.
Keep a look out for updates.....
Photo's by and with kind permission of Susan Collins
I say there man...Pack up the family jewels....
....my presence is required by a discerning collector in Finland. Get out of that chair and get my luggage packed, or there'll be no reference forthcoming from me when you look for a new position.
My very good friend the Lady Dowager in Red is going to Denmark with her husband the Count of Green Velvet and I must make a good impression as we will be the talk of Scandinavian society.
Now, where did I put my pills?
My very good friend the Lady Dowager in Red is going to Denmark with her husband the Count of Green Velvet and I must make a good impression as we will be the talk of Scandinavian society.
Now, where did I put my pills?
I just had to share this with you...
Thought I'd heard it all when I found a 'Knit yourself a Royal Wedding' book and then met someone who'd done just that. (Read Snippets page.)
Well... look what I found in the window of a local charity shop...is it just me or is this little 'Knit your own Perfect Boyfriend' kit amazingly bizarre?
On the plus side, he wouldn't cost too much and you could unravel him if he annoyed you, on the downside, I can't knit too well so my 'perfect boyfriend' would have a few dropped stiches and one leg longer than the other!
The warning on the box amused me too...'choking hazzard'....I wonder if that's just when he jokes about your driving and parking skills?
Share anything that you find amusing I'd love to hear from you : )
Well... look what I found in the window of a local charity shop...is it just me or is this little 'Knit your own Perfect Boyfriend' kit amazingly bizarre?
On the plus side, he wouldn't cost too much and you could unravel him if he annoyed you, on the downside, I can't knit too well so my 'perfect boyfriend' would have a few dropped stiches and one leg longer than the other!
The warning on the box amused me too...'choking hazzard'....I wonder if that's just when he jokes about your driving and parking skills?
Share anything that you find amusing I'd love to hear from you : )
Reduced to Spring Cleaning...
It's true, strange for me, but true none the less. I was helping my son (doing most of it actually) decorate his room.....
at last, hoorah, continuing with their bathroom, then their lounging space. Out with the vacuum...landing, stairs, hallway..into our sitting room. Sofas moved, curtains down and washed, even my new little gadget for dusting behind radiators was wielded around, I was like a woman possessed.
Into the corner, my tudor style dollshouse built by my dad stands. Dust the roof, knock cobweb off the chimney, better check inside.
That was it. Four hours later my husband came home to find me at my dollshouse, amongst the abandoned cleaning paraphenalia, happily engrossed with a small paintbrush carefully dusting each item of furniture, contents, cleaning its windows and floors,admiring each miniature before lovingly replacing it back in it's mini home.
Faces and names of the artisans and craftspeople who had made them came to mind, marvelling at each tiny detail of their work...how do these people do it? Where do they find all the time? Which reminds me....
I must do my mini housework more often....a good excuse to play, much more fun than the real thing….give me 1/12th house work any day.
at last, hoorah, continuing with their bathroom, then their lounging space. Out with the vacuum...landing, stairs, hallway..into our sitting room. Sofas moved, curtains down and washed, even my new little gadget for dusting behind radiators was wielded around, I was like a woman possessed.
Into the corner, my tudor style dollshouse built by my dad stands. Dust the roof, knock cobweb off the chimney, better check inside.
That was it. Four hours later my husband came home to find me at my dollshouse, amongst the abandoned cleaning paraphenalia, happily engrossed with a small paintbrush carefully dusting each item of furniture, contents, cleaning its windows and floors,admiring each miniature before lovingly replacing it back in it's mini home.
Faces and names of the artisans and craftspeople who had made them came to mind, marvelling at each tiny detail of their work...how do these people do it? Where do they find all the time? Which reminds me....
I must do my mini housework more often....a good excuse to play, much more fun than the real thing….give me 1/12th house work any day.
...and then it snowed!
Something to drink
after the journey dear?
Me and my big mouth. September. All flustered about KDF Xmas Festival, wondering if I could reduce my stand to travel on public transport, be in the right place at the right time with my work to sell, when I said 'well, it could be worse, it could snow', ha ha.
I say to you...do not tempt providence.
We know what happened. Thinking I wouldn't get there, my son Dan said he'd escort me to London, where we stayed overnight at his friend 'Hooky's' flat in Battersea.
6.45am, leaving the youngsters, (Hooky listening to the Test Match) wobbled out to wait for the 49 to Kensington. Not often I see that time of day but it looked pretty in the snow. Arrived in good time and set up in time for the opening. No worries. Chatted, had coffee, all done, 10 mins to spare....then Del Boy's wall fell down. Twice...
So thank you to those who braved the weather making it all worthwhile. Met some lovely people, sold a few of my pieces and had some laughs. 1st class train home, collected by husband, Earl Grey tea, sorted.
Sunshine here we come...The girls are off to California, bikini packed, sunglasses packed, Martini on ice... we'll miss you, but wish you the best in your new home
Bought off the website Monday, in the post Friday, First class all the way......…but ladies, won't you miss the snow?
I say to you...do not tempt providence.
We know what happened. Thinking I wouldn't get there, my son Dan said he'd escort me to London, where we stayed overnight at his friend 'Hooky's' flat in Battersea.
6.45am, leaving the youngsters, (Hooky listening to the Test Match) wobbled out to wait for the 49 to Kensington. Not often I see that time of day but it looked pretty in the snow. Arrived in good time and set up in time for the opening. No worries. Chatted, had coffee, all done, 10 mins to spare....then Del Boy's wall fell down. Twice...
So thank you to those who braved the weather making it all worthwhile. Met some lovely people, sold a few of my pieces and had some laughs. 1st class train home, collected by husband, Earl Grey tea, sorted.
Sunshine here we come...The girls are off to California, bikini packed, sunglasses packed, Martini on ice... we'll miss you, but wish you the best in your new home
Bought off the website Monday, in the post Friday, First class all the way......…but ladies, won't you miss the snow?
'Have you heard about Bert & Eadie?'
They've got their own page..take a look….there's breaking news about Bert...see what Eadie has to say...
They've got their own page..take a look….there's breaking news about Bert...see what Eadie has to say...
Hubby has retired....
...to the shed. He's only made it there once but it is January!
This is a new experience for him so I'm waiting to see what unfolds.
A friend of ours invented the term 'shedometry'. He reckons this is what Richard's doing, the time he spends there without much to show for it!He's new to woodwork previously known as 'Hadrian' with all the brick walls he built.
Now, if only I could get him to work in 1/12th scale....Hhmmmm.
He's developed a complex as eveyone's been saying 'oh, Carol, what are you going to do now he's retired?' and pat me gently on the arm. Ladies, any tips will be welcome and discreetly received ; )
Hubby update…now he's got an allotment he's hardly in the flipping shed!