Sunday 29 June 2014

Winter: Cat in the Hat

 I am hunkered down in the lounge room fashioning frippery if anyone has been wondering, 'where on earth I have been?'
Sorry. I know it's been an while.
I am remiss.
Winter's here in tropical Brisbane.
We are all wearing shorts and long sleeves and complaining, 'It's freezing'.
According to Mr Fascinata, I look a bit like Dr Suess' cat-in-the-hat with my striped socks.
Well, I never.

 Even the dogs have their derrieres facing against the drafty breeze.
 I have started making delicate, lacy petals out of gold embroidered mesh.
Bought from The Fabric Store in New Farm, Brisbane.
Stretched and sized.
Stitched individually on to a wire frame.

 With a generous bunch of matte gold stamens for the centre.

 Here's the work in progress.







 I am en vacances.
For two lovely weeks.
I've already had time to obsess about my eyebrows at the beautician's.
I highly recommend it.
It can wind back the years if you are so inclined.
And, get the house-muse to the poodle-parlour.
 Eat Mr Fascinata's home-made white corn tortillas and pulled pork.
 I took marks off Mr Fascinata's overall result for leaving the sour cream in the plastic container.
A-.
Don't worry.



 I will keep you in the loop and show you when it's finished.
The chalkface term ended nicely.
Thank you for asking.
In an unprecedented moment.
I turned up at the chalkface and found this bouquet outside the workers' classroom door.
A colourful thank-you.
Quite frankly, for helping to sizzle countless sausages over the last few months.
For student welfare through the National Schools Chaplaincy program.
A contentious issue at the moment that's for sure.
Stay appreciative.


 


Sunday 15 June 2014

Sans Frippery.

 I won't lie to you.
It's been pretty quiet around these traps.
No dress-ups.
 
 
 No dog-related carry-on.
 No studio time making Flora-one-of-a-Kinds.
 



 Nothing to see here.
Because, I have been crunching data.
A-B-C-D-Es.
And so forth.
For report release.


 






  Mr Fascinata assuaged the boredom on Saturday night.
He made Tapas, no less.
Eaten under the ambient red light of the heater on the back deck.









Temperatures are dropping, keep warm.