Don't you love it when, a little idea comes together and before you know it you have a small herd of baby Heffalumps.........
More singlets for my craft market stall.
I needed something that people could by if they didn't know the sex of the bub to be.
Hopefully these little cuties will fill that gap.
Don't you love it when you find one of these notes in your letter box, telling you there is a parcel waiting to be collected at the post office......................
Don't you love it when you pick up the parcel, start to open it up and there's lovely tissue paper and ribbon........
Don't you love it when what you get is even better than how it looked online..........
This wonderful creation was part of the auction held to raise funds for recent flood victims .
I was the winning bidder in one of the auctions held by Pam over at Cloth to Creation and I just love it.
So much time and effort and creativity has gone into it and I think it's a very appropriate word.
Pam has used beautiful vintage doileys, MOP buttons, lacey flowers and lots of sweet little charms.
My favourite is the gorgeous little butterfly on the 'O', please click on the photo to enlarge it and enjoy the detail.
Pam has used teeny, tiny stitches to sew these things on, she must have great eye sight...............
The auction was a fantastic idea and raised a grand total of $99,089.00 thanks to the generosity of bloggers all over the world.
Don't you love it when a little mystery is solved even if you weren't aware there was a mystery........ run that by me again Claire !
Hubby called me into the orchard one evening last week and pointed me in the direction of a cache of eggs.
I knew we weren't getting many from the girls, but it is Summer and they do slow down egg production a little.
There were 13 all together and without doubt some of them would've been there for quite a while.
I had to get down on my hands and knees and push aside the berry canes to get them.
I very, very, very carefully placed them in a bucket, not wanting any to explode whilst holding them!!!
I realised what had been happening. My new mum Dorothy and her brood had been put into the orchard each day till the chicks were big enough to be around the rest of the flock.
Obviously Dorothy was laying some eggs, then other chooks were adding to the pile .
So what did I do with those egg grenades?
Well No 1 son and I, went into the paddock and lobbed them at a tree that had fallen down.
We had fun, we laughed and laughed, they were rotten to the core and then as the gas wafted our way, we ran, very fast, still laughing and gagging at the same time.
Hey that's life in the country the good the bad and the downright stinky.....
One last 'DYLIW'.............
Don't you love it when, people take time to visit and then comment, encouraging, praising, lovely comments.
Yes, I do love it, so thankyou all for the comments left on my last post, it's so nice to hear from you all.
Oops, one more DYLIW,
Don't you love it when, you get two parcels in the post in the one week.......
But you will have to wait till the next time to find out, so till then
Take care ,
Claire X
