Same ol' same ol'.

Wow! Aren't things exciting around here?!

I did an Op Shop Drop this morning, and picked up this little Delft cow while I was there.

Hello, Lady! 

But really, there's a point where I think, 'You really have enough stuff now'. So I gave some old clothes and toys away.

But some toys I just can't get rid of. Like these baby toys. They're nothing special on the scale of collectible toys, but all four kiddies have played with them. So I'll pack them away, for goodness knows what purpose.

At the Op Shop, I picked up this ridiculous tea towel, which features creatures we never see such as the Pine Marten. I've never heard of one of those. Possibly the North Hemisphere equivalent of the bush turkey, but with four legs and fur and no ability to fly.

I picked up some doilies, because in the back of my mind which is prone to start projects which never get completed, I'm thinking of making a dress for the youngest, or whomever else is inclined, with additional pockets made from doilies.

Speaking of cockamamie projects which start with a bang and end-up in the garage. See this shelf contraption? I snaffled it from the Land of Grandma.

I've sanded in a half-arsed attempt at sanding, and I have plans on painting it blue. What for? You'll just have to hang on for the crafty ride, wait and see!

Speaking of blue. Hello Ladies! The Sewing Square is going to have to reconvene soon because this little caftan number isn't sewing itself. Another cockamamie project? Quite likely.

As for this project ... we've moved it upstairs. That's good because I can look at it and make cockamamie plans. But it's bad because the baby gets into it and eats the blue-tak holding the pictures to the walls.

And she causes other things to come undone.

Oh well, the roof garden is complete. I may paint the back wall blue. 

Zigsma threw some wallpaper our way! Thrilled with the orange bedroom ...

 And stoked with the kitchen's wall attire. Good choices, Zigsma! Thank you.

 

I'm still at a loss about the lounge room. I sewed another rag rug which has developed a habit of turning-in on itself so it looks like a dome on the floor. That's 'projects' for you.

Yes, this post is drawing to a close now ... 

I picked up this book at the Op Shop. I had a copy when I was a wee rabbit. Though I'm going to have to have a talk to the Op Shop Proprietor about where the staff place the price stickers. Not on the front of a cardboard book so it tears the cover!

New Yorker book blog review ... here.

Imagine that many offspring ...

I can tell you they don't do all this!

None of mine have turned out to be such Renaissance bunnies.

Good tidings.