We Love Wicket

Wicket the Ewok. Well, I finally finished him (he didn't take that long to crochet, it was all the embroidering his little face and everything that I procrastinated doing for ages, because I'm not so good at that!).

My sister loved him (a birthday present) and while she was unwrapping him (a slow process) the rest of us who knew what it was sat there with these intent looks on our faces, slightly hysterical, trying not to laugh, and my little sister did let out a manic giggle which set the rest of us going for a while. We're all used to crazy otherwise inexplicable behaviour.

So, he was a hit.

The pattern came from here.

And here he is.

If you are still in the dark about who exactly he is meant to be, you need to watch Star Wars (the oldies) and even better, Caravan of Courage, a movie masterpiece from the 80's.

My sister's stash....

Today I was visiting one of my sisters, who shall remain nameless.

I mainly went to plant some things from my garden that I didn't want & she had room for. That in itself was an adventure as I had to go to the service station in my gardening clothes (shock horror) and the boot of my car was full of plants, dirt and all, which I was desperate to make them all fit in, as I didn't want them in the back seat of my car, imagining things crawling up the back of my seat on the entire trip there.

So, gumbooted and gloved up, myself and the plants came and we planted. I met the new pet goat and we generally enjoyed ourselves, hard work and all. We even discovered a smell that was suspiciously like a 'dead mouse under the floorboards' smell. I'm sure my sister really wanted you to know that. Well, she is still nameless.

Long story shorter, my sister now has a blog, well no technically I now have an additional blog, on my sister's behalf. The whole story is on the first post of that blog, but basically, she somehow manages to find all these amazing things, and some of the wonders she has amassed we feel simply need more public appreciation. And as my sister a. doesn't need more public appreciation personally, she gets enough from crazy feral neighbours; b. doesn't have internet connected currently and isn't very computer-confident; and c. wants the sources of her remarkable stash to forever remain her own private secret mystery, I am now blogging on her behalf. Or am her ghost-blogger or something. Anyway.

So, go there, enjoy the one post that is there already. And I had a good day today. (But forgot to take my camera so the goat isn't captured for posterity, yet).

kitchen cupcake love

This is a very special useful nice handy comforting gift my sis bestowed on me on the weekend.

Particularly as my sister was with me the other day when I burst out crying in a particular op-shop and then proceeded to sob for the next I don't know how long, snotted all over the carpet in some other shop, and made a general spectacle of myself.

There was a whole saga involving oven mitts and buying them and them being re-sold and a whole range of (dishonest or thoughtless or both, I'm not exactly sure) and also very rude shop assistants, which all ended up with me crying.

I seem to do an awful lot of crying in public. I never see anyone else walking down the street crying. Do you think other people do? And that people generally don't notice? Or maybe other people don't generally snot everywhere or sob in public? There should be a poll on people crying in the street. Involving free tissue stations as an outcome.

A sister who knows I love pink....

My dog died two weeks ago or so. I'd had her for 7 years and I have been understandably very upset. My sister came over and very kindly gave me this present: