Curtains I finally finished for my four-poster bed. I want a different material to hang at the back of the headboard. Possibly something with a bit of texture, as in still a gauzy material but possibly embroidered or some kind of detail on it. One of those things that I'll just do when I eventually find the right material.

Show and Tell Friday

I love these little pigs and their friends that my friend brought me back from a trip to Thailand. I couldn't get a good closeup but there is also a fish in a basket somewhere in the middle there. They are all made of some kind of thin wood stuff & I love them to bits :) I think they are the definition of whimsical. And wouldn't it be good if they were musical?

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Which form of transport are you?

I haven't decided whether I'm an emotional roller coaster or a train wreck. What about you? (Don't worry, anybody, I have good friends experienced in all forms of transportation....).

Spring is in the air.....

Sunshine-happy cat

My warm seat in the sun!

Stick insect that must have come inside via bunny fodder :)

Bunny antics- trying to chew her way through a cardboard box barricade into my bedroom.

snug as a bug is my little nephew......

my baking frenzy

I don't know quite what to make of this but I have been in a baking frenzy lately, but happy....

My cake for father's day : 

 someone's birthday five layer choc torte...

 

two christmas puddings,

 and all the mess..

This doesn't include yesterday's two rhubarb & banana pies, and today's banana bread and gluten-free apricot loaf. I think that's everything.....  (for the past week, anyway). Oh no, oops, didn't count the vegie muffins and the two carrot cakes. And how long ago was the banana cake and the banana buns?

a night to remember indeed

As soon as my internet started working again, my computer packed it in, so I have been computer and blog-less until my nice neighbour lended a hand and rescued me from my unblogliness.

Here follows a post i have been dying to blog and have had specially requested even. I went to my work's major event of the year, travelled down to Melbourne with a lovely couple and so here is..... 

The Dinner                                                                           Doing as we're told (not)

        

First were reserved seats, next to stage

Then the corporate superbox, with cake to demolish

And just who is that skinny fella on stage anyhow

And when all is said and done, there's smiles all round... 

wombat in a parallel dimension ...

and when you're a v.i.p.even the toilet has a view... 

mobile phone world

back to the future groupie

So it all boils down to this: night of adventures began with a dinner decision and feeling freakish walking down brunswick st, which i haven't done since i was in uni...

Followed by special escort to our reserved seats, right next to the stage, enjoying myself immensely and so excited to see what we essentially work all year for! (me not so much work as others lol). and my work friend so happy to see there, we both yelling and hugging each other she is probably high on adrenaline lol :)

Then as if that wasn't good enough, we get asked if we want to go up to the corporate superbox instead. ummm, yes, i say, making the decision (was it a rhetorical question?) for my two companions whether they liked it or not!

Where we act like little kids and eat cake and goodies and i snap happy everything and love the mobile phone light demonstration and even the toilet has a view.

Night ends, the vip elevator guy asks if we want anything else, such as a photo with the band ummm, yes, i go again, so off we go with our elevator escort. i giggle hysterically almost, meet a long lost friend in the corridor, she asks "how's the hubby going", my reply "he's not" then she introduces me to her husband who i say i've talked to on phone she goes oh really i say "for work" and she goes "oh yeah" and then "what's that you're carrying?", me: "my kid's jumper, oops not my kid's oh no i don't have a kid it's not my kid's i mean it's someone else's kid, their jumper, i mean". Now does that make sense to you? It is a good indication of my state of mind at the time.

Then we find a bewildered band member (drummer), who i accost and then make wait there while i try to find my camera, and then with all my giggling and hysterical carrying on make him blush. i included the 'back to the future' photo, looks like my future existence is in doubt...

I cuddle frankie the wombat (obviously in a parallel dimension, judging by the photo there) and we refuse an escort to our car (which took us literally an hour to find a park for). Cake and coffee is to be found next, but first I must leap in my seat and shriek the name of a bakery we pass, because it is none other than my mum's cousins' bakery, whose business card she lost but name she remembered and location was vague about. I scramble from car, bang on locked door to attract baker's attention, who gets me the bakery's stationery and a business card from his own car parked outside and is remarkably calm for all my attempts to explain my tenuous links to his employer, at midnight on a busy street in fitzroy.

We then find Lygon st, and Brunetti's, and so much cake i could cry.

I fall asleep in car, murmur various strange things in my sleep to my driving companions, wake up in my own driveway, glad to be home, but oh what a lovely night.

Opshop finds cure blogger withdrawals

I've been having blogger withdrawals! I was a bit ill & didn't post (I had an ear infection and had fainting spells lol) and then my internet stopped working temporarily, which created all kinds of inconvenience on the do-my-work-at-home front (before my work's major event of the year), BUT here I am now, all safe & sound in blogger-land :).

First up for your viewing entertainment are my recent opshop finds: 

And the Golden Hands series didn't come with the rabbit. She just claimed them as her own. Perhaps feeling a little crafty?

Pling

More superfluous posting. I will make this my new word and attempt to use it wherever appropriate and not so appropriate. Pling, which came to me from the comment verification box, is what I like to think cheap Bling is. It will even make a Pling-ing sound when rattled. I am inordinately pleased by this new word of mine/ blogger's. Don't you think it's very appropriate? Or onomatopoeic. I like that word too, but I didn't invent that one.