There's been all sorts of frippery going on this last week.
We've had to outsource fix the ceiling in the boudoir because the new chandelier (circa 2013)
pulled it down.
Not quite right out, but sagging alarmingly.
I was nervous each night I nodded off.
The chalkface's Sow's Ear kitchen garden has been repeatedly pillaged by these
white sulphur crested cockatoos.
They don't make a sound for added stealth when pillaging.
They just eat the passion-fruits.
I could watch them for hours.
They are quite the personality.
Needless to say, there won't be any passion-fruit butter this year.
I've had to engage the workers with gusto.
And, I am pretty happy with our progress.
This is going to be cloth cubby-house or pirate ship.
I wouldn't mind one of those flags.
I've zhu zhu'd up and made a few décor vignettes for our weekend visitors.
Thankfully, I have still had time to practise my practice of exercising
The design brief for this was simple.
Black and white.
It matches a leatherette top and black pencil skirt.
I've also discovered that the new bath tub makes for
an efficient light-box for taking photos.
Eliminating that annoying background information.
I will not longer have to look for dusty floors or dirty windows.
Or errant pets in the shot.
How was your weekend?
Did you discover anything?
Look into my eyes.