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.