Creative Co-curricula Cup-cakes

It would be fair to say that the workers at the chalkface this week,

have knocked-themselves-out.

Working hard.

Apart from giving me lots of this:

They've also transformed 350 of those cakes as above into

the likes of this:

Rallying and rising to the occasion.

Supporting the mission.

Decorating all creatures great and small to raise funds

for the Royal Society for the Prevention to Cruelty to Animals'* Annual

Cupcake Day Fundraiser.

*An independent animal welfare charity, striving to educate the community on its responsibilities and continuing to protect and enhance the welfare of animals.

www.rspcaqld.org.au

 

It was a tasty civic duty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

All creatures great and small say thank you, workers.

 

 

 



Flora Noir

Here's my niece E.L fashioning a Flora-one-of-a-Kind

felted, sequined and feathered fascinator.

To say black is my personal lot is an understatement.

I've tried colour and it didn't work.

I'm continuing the noir argument.

Someone from the Embrodierers' Guild gets me; thank you for an embroidered black hand towel,

for sale at the craft stall. Rare.

Coloured frocks.

Relegated to the back of the wardrobe, not worn with frequency.

None of that nonsense about colour-meaning and the psychology.

Just poo-poo'd.

I know I'm in good company.

This is Vogue Australia's idea of an eco-friendly bag.

Not that ghastly green colour, but noir.

Came as a free gift.

Vogue's been good to me.

Here's Flora's large tulle and satin rose, made for Oaks Day Race Day

 (Black and White's de rigeur)

Don't mind a bit of colour mixed with the black, white?

This is a Flora fleur entirely fashioned from feathers.

And black lace as a starting point.

This beaded bit of lace came in G's gifted-to-Flora box of fabrics.

Can't wait to Flora-fy it.

Might do this again.

Moulded and sculpted, well, Hello Kitty!

Thanks for asking,

the artificial turf's still the bomb.

The boys love it.

Won't hear a bad word said.

It's luxury on the paws and I highly recommend it.

A boost for creature comfort. And apparently the rage in Paris.

Here's the Frenchie doing a downward-dog.

You're mad if don't.

Don't panic, the eighty-seven year old poodle prostrate on the right is still alive,

just sleeping and can still look like this:

After two-and-a-half-hours of investment at the poodle parlour.

Poor lovely though, as blind-as-a-bat.

But this serves to keep him safely transfixed, out-of-trouble in the one place for

lengthy periods. Fixated and juxtaposed.

If you'r wondering about the Marc Jacobs spot (black).

I've only done half-the-job.

Skirt's cut out, but too much photographic frippery it seems, no stitching.

Haven't been strutting out and about like this, yet.

This leather fleur got to artist Tricia Smout.

For her lovely Flowers of Friendship collaboration.In the future for installation at the Richard Randall Studio,

Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens.

The workers got stuck into the RSPCA cupcake making today.

This sort of frippery gladdens my heart.

Well done workers, I say.

I am grateful to them.

Sight Unseen

Had a catch up yesterday, with my friend A.

The only person in the world who gives you a gift when it's her birthday.

A silver leather rose, meaningful card and truffles. Unheard of.

But lovely.

In-situ, on my 2012 Gratitude Diary.

Have fixated this week on this mystery and glamour.



Capture the sensual allure of Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel this fall with Coco Noir, the latest

in a coveted wardrobe of Chanel fragrances.

The scent embodies a soft, mysterious blend of sandalwood, Indonesian patchouli, bourbon vanilla, and tonka bean–woven together as artfully as her signature tweed jackets–and bottled in a dark-as-night glass design,

with a touch of gold. Her evenings in Venice and visions of the Orient inspired this dark debut.

I read somewhere that people are pre-ordering Chanel's Coco Noir, sans smelling

Sight unseen.

I must admit, I'm hooked.

It could be the bottle alone.

Not sure what tonka bean is, but I'm sure I'll like it.

I can reason to a complex level that I deserve the new scent. I've

emailed Mr Fascinata's inbox, with a link-operable to Coco Noir

I eagerly asked him, 'Did you get my email?'

He replied, 'No, what address did you send it to?'

Point taken.

But here's my reasons.

I've been to Venice, and I'll bet Coco only went to the Hotel Danieli,

and couldn't really be bothered going anywhere else if it were Summer.
Perhaps Harry's Bar as well.

Bet she didn't buy a tourist-price-friendly black Point de Venise inspired lace fan, though.

Mind you those natty gondoliers' uniforms would have caught her eye.

 And I have trained the workers to know what is important in life.

And effectively role-modelled black.

In all its permutations.

She knows that I would happily eat-a-camellia for a bottle of the stuff.

And love making my apprentice-based camellias.

And have the appropriate accessories for the scent at the ready.

I can't argue with Coco's sentiments.

You bet.

She also knows that I love an orchid.

So much, that I took the Floras of the Orchid Society Hat Salon

on excursion.

She would be impressed that I up-cycled my Chanel perfume boxes

from days gone by into a carry-all.

Couldn't bear to depart with them. Yes people, I am a hoarder.

And recycled the inner packaging into fleurs for gift wrapping.

And, I always do my homework.

And, if it's applicable, it's got a camellia on-board.

There's a fair bit going on at the chalkface at present.

This is starting to arrive.

A_B_C_D_E

By the kilograms.

The workers' fruits of their labour.

And it's the fundraising week for the RSPCA cupcake stalls.

It's also Book Week

And Champions Read is the theme.

The Library will be gussied up.

Found this old 2006 Woman's Day in the preparations for the home office move.

Kept it because of Princess Mary's fascinator.

Might try to emulate.

It's lovely, isn't it?
 And so is she.