a drift...

Mr Hook and i are 'a drift'

i am thinking this and the lack of cadbury's chocolate spread in my life

is causing my sanity to slide.

whilst Mr Hook lays idle waiting for inspiration to strike.

i am busy stitching together the results of our last dallying together.

whilst visiting old blighty we got to dally all day long.

actually that is not true, a total pack of fibs.

another example of my memory playing tricks on me...

the truth being

i would indeed have dallied all day long with him

if it had not been for my crappity crap thumbs and wrists protesting.

they thwarted our cunning plan to do nothing but crochet

for four weeks straight on the road.

so we dallied as and when my little joints were willing.

i was restless and unsettled with Mr Hook.

so we felt it best to make little things,

the little things turned out to be flags

which in turn now sit upon my sewing table

waiting for their moment to shine...

when Miss Ethel has done her bit of the bargain,

i have high hopes of stringing my sprightly garlands up in my little shop window

alongside the other pretties i popped in there yesterday.

she will be back on tuesday with peachy news, indeed perhaps the peachiest she has ever had to tell ~ Tif

footynote: whiskery tale is here, do not ask me how it got there, like so many things these days, i am a little clueless

another day, another spanner in the works...

'tis tres terrible,

for my computer appears to be on strike.

not with everything, just with reading my little photo disk thingy.

so there will be no pretty pictures,

nor fascinating story about the little mousey under my stairs.

i told my computer "ha! i have other ways"

but then it became clear my computer is wise

and anticipating ahead, it has hidden Carlos's camera cord.

i fear jealousy is at the bottom of this,

i have found 4 little photo disc thingies in the shed

and not one is acceptable for my computer.

to add to my tres terrible time with gadgety things,

my iron of 10 years has given up the ghost this morning.

my back to work day has be scuppered before it began...

as i rarely pin the little pieces of goodness that get stitched together

i do need them to be flat and pressed.

without this they become most pesky with a life of their own...

i fear my plan to add a few wares to my bare shelves has been delayed.

this has all come at a time when my knees

appear to have given up any pretence altogether.

even with the best intentions in the world

they can no longer do anything other than sag...

i have had to stop looking at them,

for every time i try to correct their posture

they remind me that it is only weeks away before they turn 42

and quite frankly there is no longer any point in pretending otherwise.

i explained to them that perhaps they were giving up a little too early,

to have a little faith in their knobbly selves

and try a bit better with the sagging.

in return they told me

"bugger off Tif, we are tired, we are saggy and if you think we are bad,

then look behind you one of these days, your derriere seems to have joined us"

i have no choice but to go thrifting for a new iron.

therefore distracting me from my saggy knees...

as for my computer's sulk,

i am hoping for a small miracle so i may be back here soon

with news of my whiskered little friend and some pictures for your perusal.

but as i had as small miracle on saturday,

i am wondering if my quoter is up

she isn't tearing her hair out just yet, 'cause she just got her color sorted and she is thinking it would be an awful waste of her monies ~ Tif

a whiskery situation...

a mousey is living in the under stairs cupboard.

i know this to be true for said mousey in all his peskiness,

has left tell tale signs in my big multi box of Sun Chips.

more to the point he has sampled every pack except the garden salsa variety.

obviously he is a mousey of discerning tastes.

i am now left with 12 chip packs with little nibbled holes

and 4 chip packs with no nibbled holes

none of which are any good to moi.

i have yet to come face to face with little mousey

as he is a canny one and i am thinking perhaps a little shy.

my only explanation for his appearance being

whilst i was away in old blighty,

little mousey from my studio fireplace wrote a little letter to his cousin.

told him of the joyous existence within Mossy Shed.

how warm and snug it was by the little starter flame

and as we are heading into fall why not come for a visit.

i am now thinking there may have been quite some correspondence too and fro.

cousin mousey replied saying

"dearest cousin, thank you kindly for the invitation to visit your warm nest,

however i am a little partial to certain comforts when i am travelling.

one being warmth, which you have so kindly offered me

the second being Sun Chips"

to which mousey in the fireplace assured his cousin mousey,

Sun Chips were plentiful in the shed.

i fear having stayed a while in the understairs cupboard of Mossy Shed,

sampling the delights of my Sun Chip box.

he may indeed write to his other cousins inviting them all in turn,

telling them of the shed that provides warmth and shelter

along with an abundance of chips.

having two kitty cats living at the shed

i would have thought little mousies would choose to nest elsewhere

but no, these are brave little mousies coming from a long line of brave mousies.

when i caught sight of the mousey in my fireplace last winter,

before he 'hoppity skipped' it back through the grill

i noted he was carrying a quilting pin with him,

not just any quilting pin but one with a plastic yellow top,

very similar to the ones that have been disappearing from my studio.

the only difference being, his plastic bit was a different shape to mine.

on closer inspection, perhaps with magnifying glass

i am quite sure it would have been in the shape of a cat's head.

there is nothing to do other than write them a little note.

i have placed one by the fireplace

and t'other by the understairs cupboard door,

in the hope they will realize the urgency of the matter.

indeed i went to bed last night

'a hoping and a praying'

by morning they had packed up their little quilting pins

and hankies made from scraps found in my studio.

high tailing it out of the shed,

for if they do not heed my wise words,

it would appear my man will be taking matters into his own hands...

she has been sweating with Miss Ethel over the past few days, and the hoorayiest of hoorays, there are a few pretties in the shop window ~ Tif