Once upon a time . . .

Are you sitting comfortably children?  Then I’ll begin . . .

Once upon a time …  when I was a little younger than I am now,  …  not much younger you understand,   just a little, I was watching daytime TV when all of a sudden what should appear on the screen than some darling little houses.  Just for a flash.  A moment.  The longest, they were on-screen was about 3 seconds.  BUTI saw them and that’s what’s important here.

I tried to find the little houses on the internet, by doing a search for the TV programme on which they made their momentary appearance, but, sadly, it was not to be.  I discovered that they were never featured within the programme, so they were just there in the introduction as a colourful addition to the film sequence which ‘introduced’ the programme.

BUT ….  I’d seen them,  and once seen, they could never be forgotten.  They were imprinted upon my brain.  Well … my one brain cell had drawn them on a  post-it note and pinned it to the wall of my brain so that I remembered them.

They were on the ‘back burner’ of my mind for the longest time, when one day, some weeks ago I mention\ed them to Mr.Cobs. 

Mr. Cobs has a collection of scrap bits of wood – off cuts of this, that and the other which he cannot bear to throw away.  As a crafter I can fully understand this behaviour.  I ventured down the garden, pretending to look for one of our cats, but I was sneakily peeping through the windows of his Man Cave.  He caught me at it!

A voice boomed from somewhere and made me jump:  “What are you up to, young lady?”.  I gasped, audibly.  Was that God speaking to me?  A ghost maybe? (because we’re pretty certain we have one – along with many ghosts of cats).  I looked towards the house but could see no one there.  Again, the voice asked “What are you doing?” only this time I knew where the voice was coming from.

…..  “I was just looking in the shed windows.  Y’know….  like y’do.”  I said, feeling that would be enough of an explanation.  But it wasn’t.

Mr.C wandered into the conservatory and I instantly knew I was ‘in trouble’.  He was putting on his gardening shoes, and that meant only one thing . . .  he was coming out!  I’d been caught in the act, and I was going to have to explain myself.

Now Mr.Cobs is a ‘stamper’.  Not a crafting stamper you understand, but a  ‘BANG HIS FEET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AS HE WALKS BECAUSE HE A HUGE BEAST OF MAN’  stamper.  He’s on the other end of the scale when it comes to ‘Ballerina’. In fact … he’s totally off that scale.  Think more Sumo Wrestler – but slimmer.  He’s a tall chap, and does carry a little more timber around the middle than the Doctor is happy about, but he’s not huge.  However …  he’s going to totally stuff up the internal ‘shock absorbers in his legs’ with the way he walks.  He can’t do anything light-footed.  He can’t creep, and I swear to Dog that he can’t walk gently.  He  S.T.A.M.P.S  his heels down with the heaviest feet in the whole wide world.

He exited the conservatory.  The ground was shaking as he approached.

“You were looking for something – I saw you.  What are you looking for?”

“I was just gazing in the windows.  Just, y’know ….  gazing”  I replied.

“So you weren’t hoping to go into the shed to find something and remove it then?” he said as almost an accusation.

“Uhm .. well, no, not quite  ….  not now you’re here.”  I said, grinning,  and feeling the warm glow of guilt coming to my cheeks.

Oh, right, well then I’ll go away.  He said, pretending to turn and walk away.

“Well … actually….  since you are here….”  I ventured, in a cajoling tone…. 

He turned is body back around and lent his head to one side, in a questioning sort of angle – his eyebrows raised, clearly (voicelessly) asking … “What?”

“….  I saw something on TV a little while ago, and I would rather like to make some of them”

“So you WERE looking for something then!”  He said, accusingly, but with a laugh which also showed as fun on his face.

“…..  Welll … Yes  …   I was really.  Sort of.  I need some little bits of wood”.  I said in my most Sunday best, angelic voice that I could muster.

“Bits of wood?  What for?  What do you want to make and what size of wood are you hoping to find?”.  He was warming to the subject matter, I could tell.  Bits of wood are Mr.Cobs ‘currency’.

Lifting my hands to demonstrate,  I said:  “Well, I need three bits ….  around this sort of size”  … (making box shapes with my hands).  “I want to make some little houses”.

“Little Houses?”   He repeated, while his brows furrowed….

“Yes.  Simple, rustic looking little houses, out of cut wood, and I will paint doors and windows on them!”

He’s that used to my hair brained ideas for crafting things – I’ve been a crafter all our married life, so he’s used to me now – that he didn’t flinch or give me one of his  ‘Are You Totally Mad, Woman?’  faces that he can do sometimes.

“Ok…  I think I can do that.  But … what about the roofs?  What are you going to do for those?”  He asked.

“Uhmm … ….  paint them I suppose.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

“Ok.  Give me a little time.  I’ve got to finish getting the garden in order and  . . . ”  … he reeled off a list of VITs  (Very Important Things), and ended with:  “…  and then I’ll get to your wooden houses.  OK?”

During the weekend just gone he presented me with three little blocks of wood.   I took my pencil and drew how and where they’d need to be cut in order to give them a roof.  He took the blocks of wood away and a few minutes later he presented me with these:

LittleHouses Wood Blocks

Three almost but not quite little houses.

I painted them with an under-coat, and as I did so, Mr.Cobs appeared back in the craft-room and asked me again about the roofs,  telling me that he had some ‘slates’ left over from when we built our porch.  “I could cut you some of those slates to the right sizes, if you’d like Slate for the roofs.”  He said.  I jumped at the chance!

He measured up the little houses and went away humming to himself, and a little while later he came back and gave me six individual little pieces of slate – all cut to the right sizes for each of the houses, and with little holes in them, so that they could be fixed in place!  And this is what they now look like:

Little Houses Pink
Little Pink Painted House

 

Little Houses Yellow
Little Yellow Painted House (a farm-house, maybe?).  You can see, over to the left as you’re looking at this photo, a steel rule which is showing (as best as can be) the height of these houses. They’re measuring at roughly 4″ tall (or 10cm)
Little Houses Blue
Little Blue Painted House.

I painted the backs to look different from the front ….

Little Houses Backs
The backs of the Little Houses

  so that you can compare the fronts and the backs . . .

Little Houses Fronts
The fronts of the little houses

And that’s how the adventures of the Little Houses began.

They’re not Fairy Houses, and they aren’t houses which go in the garden.  They’re rustic, little cottagey type houses – the type of cottages found by the seaside here where I live in the South of England.  They’re just for decoration inside our cottage.  To look sweet on a shelf somewhere, or on a table or bookshelf.  These three are going to sit on my coffee table.

I’m already planning to make some more…. only the next one’s will be a bit different to these.

Thanks for coming and spending some time with me.  I love your company.  But  then …. you know that already.  ❤

Be good to yourselves this month.  Give yourself a smile in the mirror every now and again.  A REAL smile.  One which reaches your eyes.  And …  don’t expect so much of yourself.  It’s great to have goals and ambitions, but sometimes, a body needs to know it’s loved.  Love yourself. Because if YOU don’t love you, how can anyone else be expected to love you.  (But please always remember that I love you in spite of yourself! lol)

Sending love, from me here in my corner, to you there in yours.

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45 thoughts on “Once upon a time . . .

    1. Aww, thank you Tam.
      I had a feeling you’d find them cute. lol As for Mr.Cobs being awesome…. well … he’ll very likely agree. LOLOLOL.
      Thanks for coming Tam, and for your beautiful comment. You made me sit here grinning like a total idiot.
      Sending big squidges ~ Cobs. xxx 💜 💜 💜

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  1. Oh cobs they’re darling! !! I love them, especially the blue one 😍 you’re so clever and Mr cobs is such a sweetie for helping (as we always knew he was). .. mr B does the “you’re bonkers” face at me too, nice to know I’m in good company! 😉 squidges as always…and a tiny squids for the blue house. Bless you my friend xxx

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    1. Hello Anna.
      Aw … the blue house was the first one I finished, and I like that one too.
      Although mind … when I look at the Yellow one, I instantly think: aw, that one’s my favourite.
      Then I look at the ice cream pink one, and think THAT one’s my fave. LOL.

      I am woman and I reserve my right to change my mind.

      Glad to hear I’m not alone with the man thinking I’m crackers. LOL
      Thanks for coming Anna, and for the lovely comment.
      Have a blessed rest of your day ~ Cobs. 💙

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  2. I love those little houses! So clever and sweet! You could do commission “builds” for friends and family…tiny copies of their own homes!
    Lol..Mr.C and his shed…sounds like my partner and his…he has guard spiders in his which is a sure fire way to keep me out!
    Lots of love to you and have a wonderful day 😺💕🏠🏠🏠 xxx

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  3. Hi Cobs,
    Love you little houses and your story of how you came to make them with a little help from Mr. Cobs, who it seems is quite “craft”y himself.
    When we were younger, there was Toy Town and Noddy and Big Ears’ houses that we gaped at in our story books. Your houses look like those – now if there was a little car and a toadstool house, it would be purr-fect.
    Susie

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    1. Ohhh YES!! I can see exactly what you’re talking about Susie! Toy Town!
      Ohh, you clever thing! I never thought about that – but now you’ve said it I can see it in my minds eye.
      Aww, so sweet. Perfect!

      You’re brilliant Susie! What a great mind you have.
      Sending BIG squidges, and wishing you a fabulous day. ~ Cobs. x ❤

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        1. I have this memory of them, but I can’t remember stories or characterics which I perhaps would normally have remembered if they had featured actually ‘in’ my life time line. I might have arrived after them … but not really sure. But I’ve seen enough of them in recent years. They’ve been featured on TV programmes etc.
          C. x

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    1. Ohhh Thank you, Daisies. Bless your heart.
      Thank you.
      And yes, Mr.C is very kind and he helps me tons when I come up with yet another hair brained idea and need (what I laughingly call) ‘a right big lad to do this please’ lol.
      I should perhaps rent him out. I’d likely make money from it! LOL 😀
      ~ C. xxx 😊

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  4. Ooh the slates just push them over the edge into utterly adorable! I think I like the yellow one best, but they’re all fabby!
    Well done you and Mr C (I now imagine him as a big, stompy giant and you as a fluttering fairy. What a pair!), love your excellent teamwork

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    1. Hello QuietWater. 🤗
      Giggling my head off at the vision of Mr.C and I being a team of Big Stompy Giant and me the Fluttering Fairy. My special power would absolutely be the Stompy Giant Tamer! Not quite sure exactly how I’d tame a stompy giant, but it’s obviously a skill I have. lol!

      The little houses … they have bewitched me and grow more and more incredible to me as the days go by – which is really unusual for me, as I’m really critical of my own work.

      They’re sat on my coffee table, so I can see them any time I wish to gaze upon them, and my love for them just grows every time I look at them. Oddest feeling! Not used to that happening at all!

      Thrilled to pieces that you like them.
      Thank you so much for coming QWC, and for the marvellous comment.
      Sending squidges ~ Cobs. x 💛 💚 💙 💜

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  5. I love these houses, they remind me so much of my mum at Christmas. She always does a snow scene and has a little village of old houses and shops and little people and sits them all on top of the fluffy snow with lights. She always has it in the first room you walk in her home, so it’s low light and cosy. She’s done this for the past ten years. Thanks for sharing your beautiful creations ❤

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    1. Hello Miss Rebecca
      Your Mum sounds fabulous! I love it when people really make their homes comfy and personal when the seasons change, and I bet your mum is a little bit sad when the time comes to put them away. Bless her beautiful heart.

      Thank you for coming and sharing a coffee moment with me Rebecca, and for leaving a comment so that we could chat. Your mum sounds like my sort of gal. Thank you for sharing her with me.

      Have a truly blessed rest of your day. ~ Cobs. x 😊

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    1. Hello Ruthie.
      Lovely to see you. 🙂
      I have the three cottages sat on my chunky pine coffee table, and they look fabulous there. Very warm and homely – and they definately don’t look like I’ve made them. (Which, to me, is always a bonus! lol).

      I’m thriled to pieces that you like them. Bless you.
      Thank you so much for coming Ruthie, and for your lovely comment. It gave me a huge smile.
      Have a blessed day, and a wonderful weekend.
      Squidges ~ Cobs. xxx

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  6. Oh Cobs what a great story with such a happy ending! I love those little houses! My sister-in-law does a lot of ceramics and made me two cute little houses that she turned into salt and pepper shakers! These remind me of them! I love them! I wish I knew how to add a photo to my response as I think you would truly love them too! They would fit perfectly with yours! 😀

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    1. Hello Nancee 😀
      To add a photo from your media (on your blog) – simply pick up the location address by copying it, and then paste it in your response you’re typeing.

      The ceramic salt and pepper houses sound fabulous! I bet you don’t use them though. Too precious to use.

      Thrilled you like the little cottages.
      Thank you so much for coming Nancee, and for leaving the wonderful comment.
      Sending BIG squidges and wishing a Wonderful Weeknd for you.~ Cobs. x 😀

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  7. This funny, charming story is a tale of two happy, creative, independent, interdependent, self-confident people in an equally happy, creative, confident marriage. I chuckled, smiled, and appreciated as I read it. I’m glad to discover you married such a wonderful man.

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    1. Ohhh, so am I Aunt Beulah. So am I.
      I love him to the moon and back, and way more than chocolate too. (and that’s a biggie for me!) 😍
      (Although mind … he does have his faults. I hate his driving.) lol

      Thrilled to bits to read that you enjoyed the story of how the Little Houses came to ‘be’.
      Sending hugs and squidges, and lots of good wishes. ~ Cobs. xxx

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