Thank Heavens I’d written the password on a post it note & stuck it on my ‘puter!

 

Hello … I’m back!  I‘ve been away for a while.  M.I.A. (Missing In Action)  for what feels like years, and although I kept trying to pick up the blogging ropes again, real life kept  coming up with other stuff and *threw a spanner into my plans and thoroughly messed things up.

*’threw a spanner into . . .’ [normally ‘the works’] is a British term, used when something upsets your plans or messes around with anything you might be doing and generally puts a stop to your plans or ideas etc.

Where have I been and why?  Well … I’ve not been travelling the world (sadly).  I’ve stayed right where I am, – and I thankfully haven’t had Coronavirus or Covid 19 – so I count that as a massive blessing.   Although health problems did come into the equation.

Originally I lost my crafty mojo.  It was as if my brain had forgotten how to be creative! I have a craft room of amazing incredibleness, and couldn’t seem to be able to bring forth the creativeness which lives inside me 100% of the time.  So to have lost my mojo, for what felt like forever, was upsetting to the point of depressing.  How the heck did I lose my mojo?  It was attached to me like Peter Pans shadow was sewn to him by Wendy Darling.  

Then . . . I had a flare up of medical problems.  …   I suffer with the ‘amusing’ problem(s) of nerve damage, caused by a road traffic accident some years ago in which I injured my lower spine.  Added to that,  a beautiful combination, my body developed diabetic neuropathy a few years ago (another nerve damage thing) and these two things decided to gang up together in order to have a little fun of their own making, and it caused horrible havoc in my body for rather a long time.  Miserable pair of beggars. (grrr).

Then … with the belief that I am a Superwoman who can achieve ANYTHING I WANT, (I’m not and I can’t), I tried to shift the garden bench roughly 12 inches, by shoving it with my thigh.  The result of this unbelievable stupidity was a great big,  massively HOT, KABOOM,  felt in my lower spine, – reminding me that I’m not ‘Super’ anything, other than SUPER STUPID!  Which Mr.Cobs confirmed, with those exact words too!

Then … (as if that wasn’t enough), three weeks later, I only went and injured my knee by giving it a thoroughly good whacking on the corner of our big wooden bed.  “Darn it!“,  “Oh dear me!” and “For Goodness sake!”  were  sort of  the words which popped out of my mouth, …  followed by some tears.  Mr.Cobs called out an enquiry of:- …. “What the heck was that big bang?”  from the living room, to which I could only tearfully shout back:- “It was ME!”.

So anyway ….   ‘Real Life’ was also going on at the same time, with it’s Coronavirus Lock-down and social distancing;  Mothers Day;  A Grandchild’s Birthday (I’ve spent every birthday with him since he was born…  in fact, I was there when he was born!);   being confined to the house like a prisoner; etc etc.  The result was a situation of dreadful fed upness, and some things just had to go onto the back burner until I was ready to pick them up again.  So … that’s where I’ve been and that’s some of what kept me ‘busy’ and not blogging!

But anyhoo .  .  .  .  Moving forward  ...  I felt the desire to create something.  But it wasn’t the normal paper, paint, clay, card designing or any of the things I normally create.

I’d seen some really lovely creations made by Textile Artists and had the greatest desire to have a proper ‘go’ at this magical art form.  I had a bit of an idea about using textiles for things other than their intended use, as I’d done a short textiles course about twelve years ago.  But the important thing was that I wanted to try something.  I wanted to create.  My creativeness was putting in a phone call, and I answered the call! 

Sooooo – I am now officially a self taught Textile Artist.  I’m creating art works using fabric and textiles.

I’ve made some things which I want to share with you, but I haven’t taken any photos yet, so that’s my job for this week.

I’m also having a ‘go’ at writing a book.  Yup, me!  Some of you said I should write one, and I knew I had a book inside me, waiting to get out, and finally it’s happening.  It’s only at it’s very beginning – but that, according to a song I know – is a very good place to start!

It’s so lovely to be back chatting with you.  OH MY GOOD GARDEN CABBAGE!  I almost forgot …  during my ‘away from blog land’ time,  a knock came at the door one day and Mr.Cobs went to answer it.  It was a police lady.  She’d come to enquire about me.  Where I was? and How I was?  Was I there?  Could she see me, please?  Oh.My.Goodness!  – what had I done to cause the Police to come to the door asking to see me?!!!  Totally freaked me out!

I hobbled to the door with the help of two walking sticks  and the lovely Police lady reassured me that I hadn’t done anything wrong, but they had received an enquiry that they had to follow up on. Apparently someone via my blog and WordPress, had contacted the authorities and asked for someone to check on me and make sure I was still alive!

I have never felt so guilty for doing nothing than I did right at that moment!

I didn’t even know that you could ask the police to go and check up on someone in this sort of circumstance! 

I had to confirm it really was me by giving my date of birth, place of birth, and various other questions which I can’t now remember, and then she very quietly asked if  everything was OK at home?  Flippin’ heck… she thought Mr.C might have been knocking me about, or keeping me from blogging!   I laughed raucously  … and the police lady began to laugh too.  Well, the end result was that I told her I felt very guilty that valuable Police time had been wasted all because I hadn’t blogged for a while, and I couldn’t apologise enough to her for all this wasting of police time.

She was so sweet, and said that if they receive an enquiry like this, they have a duty to investigate.  She said that someone associated with WordPress and my blog had made the enquiry and she could now send re-assurances that I was indeed alive and it was merely real life and some health problems which were keeping me from blogging at that time.

So .. to whoever it was who made the initial contact with the police – I do hope that you received the confirmation that I was Ok and still alive and that life had simply been a bit of a trial!  Please let me know if it was you, so that I can be re-assured that your concerns were answered.

This all sounds like the last few months of absence have been dreadful, and in some ways they have …  but there have been wonderful moments too.  I had a significant birthday (ending in an 0), which, despite lock down, was so very lovely.  The nicest anniversary – with bunting put up in the garden and afternoon tea.  Some really beautiful, magical changes in our little garden.  Oh! … and … there has been a new addition to the family.  But …  I’ve blathered on for more than long enough, so I’ll tell you about that another time.

Right now … I’d better get going on some photographs so that I can share the evidence of actually being a ‘Textile Artist’!   (I’m sure I’ll still be working with papers, clay, paint and card again at some point so please don’t give up on me!).

In the meantime, I send my love and one huge bucket of squidges to each of you.

Craft Living, with Anne and Malcolm ~ part 3

Some of you will recall that I’ve posted ‘Craft Living with Anne and Malcolm’ twice before, and so know that all the photos/pictures are all about having a bit of a giggle about something(s) that you might have normally not noticed about a craft inspired photograph.

If you haven’t seen the firs two of these blog posts, you might find that having a read of them first will give you an idea of what to expect in this third instalment.

You can find the first Anne and Malcolm post  HERE No.1  (it will open in a new tab for you)

The second Anne and Malcolm post can be found HERE No.2 (again, it will open in a new tab).

Anne and Malcolm aren’t myself or Mr.Cobs  –  however, they do have their feet placed firmly in our joined at the hip sense of humour.  (except my humour is far cleaner than Mr.Cobs,  and doesn’t involve swear words (very often) and most certainly has nothing to do with  f.a.r.t.s  or blowing raspberries either!)

Anne and Malcolm are a figment of my imagination.  They are two people I  ‘made up’  in order to share something which tickles the heck out of me – that being viewing a photograph and the ability to see something funny; odd; weird; strange; ticklish…  which, the moment I’ve seen *that thing*, I instantly give voice to describing it.  And …  I simply brought that voice to the blog here in order to [hopefully] cause you smile.

So here for your enjoyment is Craft Living with Anne and Malcolm, part 3. I hope you enjoy viewing it as much as I did putting this little selection together for your enjoyment.

There aren’t nearly enough laughs to be heard in the world right now, so have some fun with these, and share them too.  Let’s infect the world with a bit of laughter!  😀

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Well, what did Malcolm expect Anne to put the pot plant on…  a pillowcase off the bed??  Good grief!

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Eh?  Don’t we all do that???

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Personally, Mr. Cobs lives with the belief that I have a bladder the size of Lake Titicaca!

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….  Nice to know that someone else has that problem too.  🙂

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Well, we’ve turned over a few more pages of the  ‘COBWEB CATALOGUE – life with a Crafter & her Spouse’.   Y’know …  I don’t think we’ll ever get to the end of that Catalogue – there seems to be an unending amount of pages in it.

I will be truthful and say that I love this adorable pair.  They’re obviously made for each other.   But both in need of getting out more.

Thank you so much for coming and having a bit of a giggle with me.  Do remember to share the smiles with your friends (send ’em a link in an email) or re-blog for your own blog followers.  We really do need more smiles going on in the world right now, so let’s form a chain, eh?

Wishing you a happy, contented weekend.  Sending squidges and buckets love, to you in your corner,  from me in mine.  ~

Home Sweet Home – an Apron, using Graphic 45

One of my lovely neighbours is moving to a new home.  She put her property up for sale just a few weeks ago and it sold really quickly, too quickly for me, because I’m not ready to lose her yet.  (She has a lovely home so I’m really not surprised it sold so quickly). 

Obviously I wanted to make her a ‘New Home’ card, but I didn’t want the usual sort of ‘new home’ card that can normally be found on the mantel shelves of new homes.

So I put my thinking cap on and came up with the idea of making her a shaped card using my Graphic 45 ‘Home Sweet Home’ papers.  And here’s what my fingers came up with…

An Apron card, made using Graphic 45 Papers

Fortunately for me, I already had in my stash some Apron shaped cards, so I didn’t have to measure and cut that, it was already done.   I chose my patterned papers ensuring that the patterns were of the right size for the card and the plan I had in my head.  I used 4 different patterned papers from Graphic 45, and one paper from another brand of papers, which I had in my stash.

The pocket on the front of the apron was easy to make.  I simply drew half around a big pot of paint in my craft room and cut it out.   I added a toning paper to the top of the pocket, and then added some lovely green seam binding which I’d had in my ribbons for ages but never had the chance to use that particular colour of green.  It was a total delight to use it, as it’s such a fabulous vintage colour.

The Oven Glove (mitt) I drew out onto some card, then traced around the card in order to get a glove which matched the patterns on the card itself.  The additions of some buttons helped to hang things off the apron, and also anchor the ribbon neck to the top of the apron.

Inside the Home Sweet Home card.

Again, the inside of the card was decorated with Graphic 45 papers and I added a Recipe Card for ‘Grandma’s Apple Pie’.  Yum!

On the facing (inside) page is where I wanted to write the dedication (To/from) and the best wishes etc.  But I also wanted to add some little wooden embellishments which I had in my crafty stash, and thought they might look kind of cute, and tie the front of the card to the inside of the card ….

If you look on the ‘scoop’ you can just see a scoop of …. something ….

. . .   is it sugar?  Salt?  . . . .  Maybe Grandma seasons her apple pies with something more ‘exotic’!  Who knows.  It’s her secret and it will remain her secret.

And that’s all there was to it!

I haven’t taken it to my neighbour yet.  I’ll do that on Thursday as she’ll be busy moving on Friday.  I shall be so sorry to see her leave.  She’s an incredibly lovely lady and so kind.  I’ll miss her very much.

Anyhoo …. Here in the UK and Ireland, we have received a bit of a bashing from Hurricane Ophelia.  Although it was no longer a Hurricane by the time it reached the land of my heart and home, it still brought with it devastation and took 3 lives in Ireland.

On Monday afternoon here in the south of England, it went very quiet outside.  No bird song was heard.  Nothing.  Inside Cobweb Towers it became black as midnight and we had to put lamps on around the cottage because we just couldn’t see.  Outside – now that’s where things got a little freaky.  Everything turned, first, a warm orange colour.  But then it got darker ….  and darker …. and darker as the minutes passed until it became almost blood orange colour.   It was very strange and rather unsettling.

This didn’t look at all like a regular ‘natural’ phenomenon.   And from what I’ve read in the news this happened over quite a large area of the UK.  Apparently, in London, they experienced a double sun. 

The weird thing is … that those  ‘in the know’  are telling us that it’s dust picked up perhaps in the Sahara,  by the Hurricane, and it was being carried in the winds.  But, and here’s the thing … it really wasn’t that windy here where I live.  I had washing on the line (which was brought in when it began to get ‘orange’ outside) and it was barely wafting in the gentle breeze we had going on here.  The breeze did pick up a little – but it really was only a little.  But the orange … well I’ll be truthful and say that it felt almost apocalyptic.

The rain came later in the day, and it was a good old downpour, but not for long.   Then … just to add a bit of interest to the day (as if we hadn’t had enough) …. we lost all power to our cottage.  Mr.C popped to the neighbours and they’d lost power too, and our other neighbour had obviously lost power as her burglar alarm was announcing it’s shock and horror at what had happened!  We got the candles out, and for a time we were living back in a strange Victorian age.

Of course … the power would go just when I was three quarters the way through on a ink painting!  tsk tsk.

It’s been raining again here today (typing this on Tuesday 17th Oct.) –  a downpour again this afternoon, but turning into just regular raining after that.

Here in the South, we’ve been really lucky, and I’ve given thanks over and over, because I was seriously worried that it could have been very much worse.  But, that orange  …  that is still puzzling me.  I checked my car over today to see how much of this  “dust”  had landed on my car, and considering how orange it got outside … there was very little dust on my car.  Certainly not enough to tell the tale of what happened here on Monday.

The more I think … the more difficult it gets to understand it.  So I’m stopping thinking.

Thank you so much for coming to visit and staying to read.  I truly love your company and love to see you here.  So thank you.  Without you, blogging would be a very lonely, silent affair, and I’d probably give up.  I continue to blog because I love the wonderful people I’ve met through blogging and have made friends with a lot of them.  Of course … there are one or two who I love to pieces … but they know who they are.

Wishing you a truly wonderful Wednesday.  May you be in receipt of joy, supplied to you from someone who likes you.  May you also be free of Orange Air and Red Suns.  Avoid those.  They’re freaky and I’m really very unsure about what they are caused by.

Have a truly blessed day.  ❤

 

 

 

 

In Fairy Land ~ an ATC painted for World Watercolour Month

Once upon a Time, there was a Princess Fairy who lived in a tall tower in Fairy Land.  From the window she would wave her magic wand over all the people of the Land which would sprinkle them with magical wishes.

Aaaand … back here in the real world….

Maaaaany years ago –  at least 10 but probably around 15 to be honest, Daughter No.2 bought me a Birthday card which was just a total delight to me.  It was like all of a sudden my daughter ‘got’ me.  She saw a card so perfect for my birthday that going against everything that I’ve always taught my girls (buying cards is just such an expense – yes you have to purchase one, but don’t spend half a weeks wages on one!), she spent a little fortune on.

Now,  I keep greetings cards.  All types.  For Birthdays or just for ‘Hello I thought of you and am sending you this‘ types of card.  I’m very much into the whole physical memories of something, and will keep cards and little mementoes for ever!  I have a drawer in my craft room where I’ve kept cards from years gone by and every now and then I get them out just to make me feel wonderful.  Each one holds a special memory, and a ‘trick’ to get that memory from the back of my mind so that I can enjoy the moment all over again.  And there, in that drawer is a humongous card – very very tall but not very wide, – which I have cherished from the moment Daughter No.2 gave it to me.  Here it is . . .

It’s about (guessing here) 18″ – 22″ tall.  (I should have measured it and I didn’t think.  I’m not tip toeing over to the craft room now because it’s belting down with rain outside!).  You can now see why I’m showing you this card.  It has a picture of Fairy Land on the front and I just loved it from the moment I opened the envelope.  When I saw it in the drawer I instantly thought I’d have a go at turning it into a tiny ATC of 2.5inches wide by 3.5 inches tall.

(yes, that photo was taken in my craft room)

Some of you might remember me telling you that I taught my little girls, when they were knee-high to an ant, that if anyone should ask them how old their mommy was, they were to say ….  “My Mommy is ONLY 27″ …  and I have remained 27 since I was 27.  Each year Daughter No.2 remembers this and sends me a birthday celebrating my 27th Birthday.  Have a look inside this card .. . . .

…  ah… you’ll need that blown up a little to read it …..

Her name has been removed (to protect the innocent) ….  she writes:  “To Mom, have a great  (27th)  Birthday!  Have fun,  love and snuggles ______ x“.  I thought that since I was using the picture on the card as my inspiration for a little watercolour for World Watercolour Month, I might as well share the inside of the card so that you can see that I trained my girls sooooooo well!  LOL

Anyhoo … back to this little watercolour.  This one was a real struggle. It’s difficult to go into detail when you’re reducing something to a ridiculous size like this, so I had a real problem with the Princess Fairy.  I perhaps, in hindsight, should have left her out – as I did the shutters on the windows (not enough room to keep them in).

an ATC for  #WorldWatercolorMonth

I couldn’t make my mind up on the mount … green or blue?  You choose and tell me what you think …

an ATC for  #WorldWatercolorMonth

…  Green?  …  OR ….

an ATC for  #WorldWatercolorMonth

 

…  Blue?   Each one brings out something different.  The Blue one brings out the shooting star and seems to make the colours just a little more vivid.  Where-as the Green mount makes it look more subtle and … ‘fairyfied’.  OOoo… choices, choices!

And that’s all there was to it!

We have an almighty storm going on here as I type.  The thunder is so loud that it’s making the dog bark and me jump.  It’s pelting down with rain and I’m thinking that all my flowers are going to get a right old bashing!

I’m not entirely surprised that the weather has changed like this.  It’s been far too hot for it to continue without some sort of storm cooling things down. (although I don’t feel any cooling down happening at the moment.  I’m still boiling hot!)   I feel dreadfully sorry for the county next but one to where I live  …  Cornwall.  They’ve had some awful flash floods there today (Tuesday) and they’ve had to go out in helicopters and rescue folks who have been trapped in their houses by rising waters.  I watched it on the TV news at 6pm and it looked awful!

Well… that’s me done and dusted.  I’m now going to schedule this post to happen in the early hours of (UK time) the morning, and I’m then taking myself to bed and taking the wee little  chubby  doggy with me.

Whatever you’re doing today do it with a smile on your face and hope in your heart.   To prove to yourself exactly how blessed you are, imagine that you woke up this morning only with the things that you gave thanks for yesterday.  Puts things into order does that little thought.

Sending you love, and a bucket of squidges which should last you all day long … 

 

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Things I’ve Learned This Week!

Happy Friday all. We’ve survived another week!

But .. I seemed to wake on Monday morning and by the time I’d showered, got dressed and done my hair, it was Friday!  Someone is stealing time and I’m going on a mission to find the beastly boy who’s doing this!  (It’s a boy.  I know it’s a boy.  Don’t ask me how, I just feel it,  and I know it’s a boy).

Shall we dive into my diary and find out what I’ve learned and am wiser because of, this week?  Seat belts on, I’m unlocking the fancy lock on the cover of my diary ...ready?  …. in we go   . . .

I learned this week  . . .  that I have too many clothes and I don’t wear half of them. Now just stop and think about what I’ve just said.  Chaps … this is a gal talking and she’s just said she’s got too many clothes.  Yup, you read it right.  Girls …  I’ve just told all your men that a girl can have too many clothes.  When your man points this out to you remember to say:  “Yes but that’s Cobs, and her husband is a millionaire.”  I’m only giving you that ‘get out clause’  so that you don’t hate me for telling the chaps that I have too many clothes.  (N.B.  Mr.Cobs isn’t a millionaire.  I have access to his wallet, his pockets, our bank account is joint,  and … I’ve had up every floorboard in this place and found nothing.  Definitely NOT a millionaire.)

I’ve learned this week  that there is only one particular Christmas Advertising Video this year which makes me cry.

Here in the UK  (from mid November’ish’)  various different (big) companies release their Christmas videos and it’s become a bit of a thing to try to out-do the other companies for the best video.  Normally, it’s John Lewis who win hands down.  They make some really magical Christmas videos which melt my (and an awful lot of others) hearts.  However this year, their video just makes me howl with laughter and joy.

BUT …  there is one video which seems to (at the moment) have passed by unnoticed by some folks here, but for me, it’s the one which turns me into a big girly wreck, crying, sniffing, dabbing with a tissue and wanting to watch it again – even though I know it will make me cry all over again.  (I’ve so far watched it six times, and after each one, I’ve cried like a baby).  I have to share this one with you.  Guys might not ‘get it’ … but I’m pretty certain that most ladies will….  –   it’s only just over a minute long  (and totally child safe in case you have one of those in the room with you)  …

So…  are you crying?  Did it make you cry? ….  Almost cry?  …  Not cry at all???

I’ve also learned this week .…  that some Craft Companies expect their customer to be clairvoyant when they don’t send you an item which is clearly shown on a delivery note, which they’ve enclosed in the parcel along with all the other items you ordered at the same time.

Customers are apparently expected to automatically know  that because these companies haven’t included *that* item in the parcel,  it’s not that they’ve forgotten to pack it in with the rest of the order,  but that they’re waiting for it to come back into stock.  And when you phone them up to tell them who you are, what the order number was, and which item it is which is missing,  their attitude is as if you should have known in the first place and you’re wasting their time by phoning.

This forces me to ask …  EXACTLY  HOW  DIFFICULT  IS  IT –  to simply write on the delivery note:  “To Follow” or words to that effect?

CRAFT COMPANIES  take note:  …  I’m going to begin naming and praising very soon, the companies which I’ve shopped at, or with,  which have given me good or excellent service.

BUT   I’m also going to begin naming and shaming  those companies who need to pull their socks up;  buck up their act;  or generally  GET WITH THE PROGRAMME!

Give good service, get more custom.  Give poor service, customers will shop elsewhere. It’s as simple as that.

Crafters chat to other crafters,  face to face, social media or on their Blogs,  and they share their experiences with and of particular companies.  Don’t lose out on free advertising by giving crafters bad service.

I’ve also learned this week …  That a crafter shouldn’t ever think that they’re great at something just because they’ve been doing it for a while. Even crafters who have been crafting for longer than they care to admit to being alive,  can still be the complete opposite of a genius  and burn her fingers on the bally heat gun;  cover herself in ink which won’t wash off and makes her hands and nails look like she’s a potato farmer with no shovel;   and moves things around in her craft room to make it easier for herself,  then can’t find the blasted things she’s moved when she needs them a day after she moved the blasted things in the first &£%*>^  place!!!

And that same Crafter can suddenly remember at 10pm one night that she needs a particular type of card for the following day,  then frantically goes through everything she has in her craft room trying to find inspiration and at 11.20pm finally gives up, telling herself she’ll look in the morning,   knowing all the time that she may as well just go to the shop and buy whatever they have  because she’s obviously a simpleton with a noodle for a brain and she’ll never be able to make anything ever again so she might as well sell all her equipment in her craft room right now damn it and be done with it!

…… clunk.  screeeeeech.  clunk.  [sound soapbox being put away]

I’ve also learned  that people are some of the nicest things God invented.

When you give people a reason to be lovely, they will (more often than not), be lovely.  When you give them a reason to care, they will (more often than not) care.  When you show them a need which you have to get them involved in praying for someone they maybe have never met before, don’t know and haven’t even heard of that particular persons blog before …  These people will see that their own prayer or ‘wish’ or hope,  could be the one that makes the difference and will pray, or wish, or hope and push that feeling out into the ether.  And they’ll show their support by leaving a few words for that person to read so that they see that they’re not alone.  People care.  People care enough to make an effort for a person they don’t even know.  People care enough to try.  People are hoping. Wishing.  Praying,  for a positive outcome.

I hope it’s ok for me to let you know, and I don’t think that she’ll mind me sharing with you   ….  I had a very short email chat with Michelle today and she said: …  “the outpouring of love and support meant so much, and came at perhaps my lowest point”.

Thank you to those wonderful people who left her a message of support,  who prayed,  who wished,  and/or hoped.  Each and every one of you made a difference.  Sometimes, just knowing that people are rooting for you, praying for you, wishing you well … or are just on your side, is all it takes to give someone the strength to keep on keeping on.  Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and doing what you did.  (If you left a message for her on her blog and it hasn’t appeared yet, it isn’t that you’ve been forgotten, things are getting done as and when they can be, as you would expect).  

But from me,   many, many thanks xxx  Bless you all. How brilliant you are.  I love you. 

And … finally…

Since I always try to leave you with something funny to smile about …. 

I mentioned a few paragraphs ago about the John Lewis Christmas Video for this year which makes me laugh ….  I share it with you here  (don’t fret, it’s only a little over two minutes long – and again, totally child safe)

 

…..  and in case that wasn’t quite enough . . .

And a few silly but funnies …  ….

Q: Why can’t you give Elsa a balloon?

A: Because she will . . . Let it go.  Let it go.

Q: Who earns a living driving their customers away?

A: A taxi driver

Q: Where do bees go to the bathroom?

A: At the BP station!

Q: What do you call security guards working outside Samsung shops?

A: Guardians of the Galaxy.

Q: What do you get from a pampered cow?

A: Spoiled milk.

Q: What do you call a belt with a watch on it?

A: A complete waist of time

Well, that’s me done and dusted.  I’ve fessed up, taught you what life and taught me, and given you some jokes to make you smile.  Yes, the oldies are the besties.

Have a truly wonderful Friday, whatever you’re doing.  May the wind blow a little softly, if it has to blow at all.  May the rain be gentle, if it has to rain.  And may your day be filled with happiness and smiles, dotted throughout the hours.   Be kind to someone today.  Say something nice.  Admire their shoes.  Like their hair.  Tell them they’ve lost weight (even if they haven’t – insist that you think they have, just a little).  Let’s do it to them before they do it to us.  (be kind that is).

See you next time.  In the meantime,  I’m sending squidges,  to you there in your corner,  from me here in mine.

How Versatile am I? I wonder . . .

I was thrilled down to my boots a few days ago to be nominated for another award, this time The Versatile Blogger award!  I’m Versatile?  WOW!  Who knew?!

I was nominated by the wonderful Mrs. Craft – who’s blog you can find by clicking on her name.  Thank you SO much Mrs. Craft.  I’m honoured that you thought of me and nominated me.  I hope I do you proud and live up to your expectations.

To accept the award I have to tell you 7 facts about me.  Prepare yourself to be bored:

1. I’m not just one  age.  I’m three.  I’m the age you can work me out to be using my birth certificate (a bit younger than dirt);  . . .   I’m the age I never actually progressed past (around 27);   . . . and I’m the age of my inner child – which is around 7/8 years old.
2. I am a  100%  believer in the words which are painted on a wooden sign which hangs outside my bedroom door – hung there so that it’s one of the first things I see every single morning.  It reads:  DO  SOMETHING  YOU  LOVE  EVERYDAY.   And I really do make sure I do!
3. I’m ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD, NOT EVEN IF MY LIFE DEPENDED UPON IT …  at building ANYTHING with Lego bricks.  My Grandson, Little Cobs, will bring his Lego box from out of his bedroom here in Grammy and Grandad’s home, open it, and then bring  a specially selected assortment of bricks to me, with the instruction for me to build something incredible.  He knows now that he’s on to a loser.  I’m more than useless at this task.  But I think he continues to bring me bricks in the hope of eventually making a silk purse out of a sows ear in Lego terms.
4. I have never managed to keep a potted plant alive for more than (roughly) around three weeks(ish).  I’ve tried really hard but I just can’t do it.  I either over-water them and drown the poor darlings.  Or I don’t water them enough and they just give up the will to live.
5. I look ridiculous in hats.  But I love light weight scarves, pashminas and shawls and have a collection/selection of them.
6. I love nail varnish and have jars and jars of it  …   but I can only eat a small jar a day.  (tut tut – be serious Cobs! ….) …  Although I adore painted finger-nails, I rarely have them because I craft, and because of that I more often than not, end up peeling away the beautifully applied nail varnish with the blob of glue which has dried on my nails, or the double-sided adhesive strip which stuck to my nails.  [sigh]  But I rather like painted toe nails.  My feet ‘flirt’ when the toe nails are painted.  I’m rather sad that the end of summer has come because I’ll have to change my favourite summer nail colours to something more in keeping with the season.
7. I ADORE period costume dramas on TV …  and am totally enthralled with ‘Victoria‘ (about Queen Victoria) written by Daisy Goodwin (such a good writer) which is currently on TV here in the UK.  (sorry if you’re outside the UK, but watch out for it coming to your country and give it a go – for at least two episodes – so that you get a feel for it)

 

Are you still awake at the back there?

Finally ..

I have to nominate 10 blogs who, in my opinion, are versatile and a darn good read.  This was easy.  There are so many blogs which I adore reading, I just had to narrow it down to ten.  (That was the difficult bit).

Aunt Beulah

Craft and other Crazy Plans

The Frugal Crafter

Puddle Side Musings

Imagine Crafts Blog

A Rottweiler at the Cottage on the Green

The Rabbit Patch

What I’m up to Today

The Handmade Card Blog

In order to accept and display the award the award on your blog, you have a little bunch of things to do.  The instructions for these were passed on to me. Those are:

• You have to thank the person who nominated you and place a link to their blog on your own blog, so that people can kind of track the award and see where it first came from.
• You also have to name 10 Blogs (and give links to those blogs) who are versatile and interesting. (If you have trouble naming 10 then name as many up to ten, as possible).

 

• If you are one of the bloggers named as being one I’ve nominated, please know …  if you feel that you’d really rather not take part in this nomination, then you have no obligation to do so.  You can simply choose not to accept the award and so not have to share 7 facts about yourself, nor nominate other bloggers who you yourself follow, for this award.

Well look at that …  TWO AWARDS IN ONE WEEK!  Shall I let you into a little secret . . .  I’ve been nominated for another one!  –GASP!–  I know!   It’s like waiting for a bus…  nothing comes, and it’s pouring down with rain, freezing cold, you have a headache and your feet ache in those shoes … then suddenly … THREE TURN UP AT ONCE!

I am such a lucky girl, and I thank each person for nominating The Cobweborium Emporium blog.  It’s such a great honour for someone to think about nominating our blog here.  What I think I like most about being nominated for an award for our blog here is that I get the chance to share blogs I follow and show you what others are doing, by nominating their blogs.

Please, do click on the names I’ve listed (they’re all clickable links which will open in another tab) and check them out, and maybe ‘like’ their posts and even leave a kind comment – let’s share all the love we have here all over blog land!

Have a truly blessed Thursday, whatever you’re doing.  Just  . . .  remember to stop and make a memory today.

Sending love to all ~

 

 

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Happiness, the greatest gift.

Ten days ago I was nominated for an award for this ‘ere blog of mine ours – ’cause it’s not just mine, it’s yours too.  (Yes, you have to take the blame also).

The incredible Mrs. P from The Cottage on the Green (aka Craft Odyssey)  who I absolutely love to pieces,   –  (Mrs.P is someone like me, she too has very funny bones)  –  nominated me for the Happiness Tag – because, she says, I make her happy.  I’m funny?!  HA!  Who knew?!  I thought I kept that part of me well hidden, but it obviously creeps out when I’m not looking and makes folks happy.  (or is it that people laugh  at  me?  Hmmm… I might have to think about that one.  Sadly my one brain cell is busy typing this post at the moment so I don’t have any available memory.  I’ll have to think about it another day).

So .. as I was saying before I rudely interrupted myself ... I’ve been nominated for the Happiness Tag and in order to officially accept the award I am to tell you 5 things which make me happy.  5?  FIVE??  Only FIVE???  Oh.  My.  Dog!  How on earth am I going to be able to pick just FIVE?

Well, lets see…  I’ll start with the obvious – Mr. Cobs, Little Cobs (Grandson), Being Alive, My Dog, My Cats,   ….  oh, but that’s 5 already and I haven’t even got started yet.

Let me try a different 5:  My blog.  My Blogging Friends (aw they certainly make me happy.  Half the time I’m sat on my side of the ‘puter screen hooting with laughter and trying not to leak! My eyes people, my EYES!  [sigh].  Some folk!,  in the gutter, looking up at the stars!). Shopping.  Crafting. Living by the Sea.  Oh heck…. there’s another 5!

Lemme try this again …FIVE, COBS, JUST FIVE GOOD ONES!:   My Faith.  My Memories.  Old Photographs.  My Wedding Dress and Wedding Album.  No, that’s five.

Try again:  My Children –  before they turned into teenagers,  because before that ‘teenager’ time,  I was a Super-Hero in my children’s eyes.  I could cook;  bake;  make;  teach;  love;  cure;  befriend;  solve problems;   read the best stories;  make stories up from nothing;  paint;  create;  juggle;  do magic;  make a wish come true;  Google has nothing on me, for I was The Oracle and knew the answer to every question they asked.  I could organise a party within hours;  make costumes for the school play out of apparently no supplies,   and  .. oh all manner of Super-Hero Mom stuff.

Darn it  … see my brain went off on  journey of memories there.   CONCENTRATE COBS!

Let’s see if I  can do it with the aid of pictures …

 This next picture with its caption comes remarkably close to the truth regarding what I saw Himself doing on Saturday morning (Saturday 24th Sept.) . . . .

...  as I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower, his last words to me were:  “I’m going to garden vac all those pine needles which have fallen in the garden”.  And he did.  Well done that man!

However … when I returned some minutes later after taking a shower and getting dressed,  …  he’d finished in the garden and was so happy doing his ‘job’ that obviously felt he hadn’t played nearly enough with his power tool so he’d moved into the conservatory with that same Garden Vacuum,  and was sucking up the pine needles he’d walked into the house, …  the mat at the door …  and the rug in the middle, which he’d complained about the price of when I bought it… and yet, here he was, using the Garden Vac on the darn thing!  (I cross my heart – he really did Garden Vac the conservatory!).

One down, four to go ..

NUMBER 2   …  FUNNY TEXT MESSAGES FROM DOGS … and CATS.

And from the cat …

NUMBER THREE  ….   CRAFTING:  Ohhhh I LOVE LOVE LOVE to craft!

NUMBER 4….  THE NAUGHTY ‘ME’ WHICH WANTS TO DO  *STUFF*

I  SO  want to do this,  just for the giggles

NUMBER 5    …  Little Cobs ~ My GRANDSON.

I know I could sit here and tap out a gazillion words about Little Cobs, but most of you have heard them all before and you know that inside this little boy is a spark which ignites a flame of pure, unadulterated love and happiness within me, which makes my heart sing and my mind explode into symphony of musical flowers.  Little Cobs is just 5 years old and has Cerebral Palsy and Autism.  For a little dot of a child, he’s a massive blessing in my life. 

I have already blogged about some of the albums I’ve made for him, but there is one album which I’m making just for him, which has some ‘magic’ about it, – because he loves magical wonderment.  He loves that I can make up stories on the spur of the moment which have their own characters and some built-in wonderment which make his eyes twinkle and sparkle with delight.  The book/album I’m putting together has a theme to it of “Wishes”.  Wishes I make for him, (which you’ll see in this short video of delight from Duirwaigh), and these wishes are all there in a mix which includes dragons and fairies and things which delight and entrance him.  Yes, Little Cobs is absolutely my biggest Happy of all.

If you’re still reading and haven’t wandered off yet, then here’s where it gets interesting.

I have to now pass this award onto 5 other bloggers, but they have to be bloggers which make me happy.  It’s taken me days to manage to get this down to five, because all of the blogs I follow make me so happy that I’m impossible to deal with after visiting them.  Apparently, Mr. Cobs says, that it’s like I’ve been on E numbers for 24 hours.   But the rules say only 5 – so here goes….

The Chicken Grandma

Mollie and Claire

Kim Styles Cards

Paper Puff

Artisan Duck

I’ve nominated these blogs because the ‘owners’ are wonderful people who bring me much joy.  But – nominated people:  … if you’ve had too many nominations and don’t want to take part then there is absolutely no requirement to do so.

If however, you do want to take part … then you just have to tell your readers 5 things which make you happy.  You don’t have to go round fishing for pictures, or anything like that.  You can just make a list of five simple things (eg:  Biscuits/Cake/Partner/Climbing Mountains/Bungee Jumping)  … and that’s it.  Then you have to name five  other blogs to pass the tag to also  … and ... once you’re done, you get to display the very wonderful (well ok’ish’) Happiness Tag (below) on your blog, which I made specially for everyone because I couldn’t find the right link to the tag, so I made a whole new, exclusive tag just for us to use.  (you can size it down to fit in the side bar on your blog. I just left it big so that you could see it).

Thank you for coming and spending some time with me.  I so enjoy your company – more than you’ll ever realise.  And … when you comment, it really is like having my friends round the kitchen table for a coffee and giggle.  I so love talking to you all and have got to know many of you as if you were here with me.  It’s amazing what chatting in blog land can do.  I’ve found it to be a very happy place with wonderful readers who have turned into friends.

Have a wonderful day out there…  and …  be good to yourself,   and each other.

Sending my love to you in your corner, from me here in mine.

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We Have A WINNER!

A few days ago I posted about a card I’d made (see photo below) and thought we could have a bit of fun with it by doing a ‘give away’ of that actual card.  If anyone wanted to join in all they had to do was to comment with the word  GIVEAWAY  in their comment, and I’d include them as being one of the people who might like to be the owner of this card.

A couple of folks didn’t quite use the word (‘GIVEAWAY’) … but they said they wanted to be included, and since this is only a bit of fun and the first time I’ve ever done this, and added to that … it’s just a card and not a million pound lottery win, I thought I’d not be a stickler to the letter, so in all, we had 5 people say they wanted to be included.

I gave each of those people a number:

1. BCParkinson
2. rabbitpatchdiary
3. paperpuff
4. florence
5. soozyb (soozyb – I can’t add your name as a link as I can’t find a link to your blog.  If you have one, could you post the address for it, and I’ll turn your name into a link so that visitors could come and check your own blog out and who knows … you might gain some more followers!)

And then  … I went to the Random Number Generator website and asked it to pick me a number and this is the screen shot of the number it picked:

If you can’t read that number in the wee box over to the right there…. here’s a bigger screen print of just that box … only larger:

The result was… [drumroll]  number 1…  which means that the card goes to BCParkinson.

Congratulations BCP … I’m thrilled for you … and Edna Chicken sends her regards. (lol).  I’ll contact you and let you know about sending me your snail mail address so that I can send this to you.

I’ve so enjoyed this bit of fun.  Maybe we could do it again another time?  What d’you think?

Thank you all for playing along.  I love you to pieces for joining in the bit of fun.

Love and wriggly stuff ~

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Things I’ve learned this week

Aaand  it’s Friday again.  Can you believe how quickly Fridays seem to arrive?  Or is that just me being old and weird? 

Well we’re here to find out what I’ve learned this week  and I’ve learned a lot…

I’ve learned that although I’m scared stupid of spiders, I’m not scared of Dragonflies.  In fact, I’m SO not scared of them that I tried to collect up and save the life of a Dragonfly who’d popping into my craft room, through the open window.  I was trying to be so very careful with him and not hurt his little wings or anything – but I was being too careful and so couldn’t catch him.  In the end I called on Mr.Cobs to come and help, as I was concerned that he could end up not being able to get out and then I’d find his little body,  lifeless, on the windowsill …  and then I’d feel a huge sense of guilt,  for ever and ever, that I hadn’t tried harder.

Mr.Cobs thankfully managed to guide him to the open window where he neatly popped out and flew away.  (The dragonfly flew away, not Mr.Cobs.  I think Mr. Cobs would have great difficulty getting off the ground).

I learned that the ampersand (in the picture above and here: &) has a most fascinating history.  It first came to light over 2,000 years ago!  Now that alone was enough to turn my eyes into the size of saucers.  I mean to say … look at that funky shape (above) …  that isn’t something which you perhaps would have expected to be around over 2,000 years ago.  But there’s more: …  It started out as the Latin word: et – which meant  ‘and’.  But because of the way Latin was written (all curls and flicks) the ‘e‘ and the ‘t‘  sometimes looked as if they were as one letter, which was the beginning of the ampersand  ‘&’.

BUT … the actual name ‘ampersand‘ didn’t exist until around the 1830’s, when ‘&’ was (would you believe it ..) … the 27th letter of the alphabet!  WHO KNEW?!    The ‘&’ mark ended the alphabet like this:  ‘X  ..  Y  ..  Z  ..   and per se and‘  (and=&)  –  and since ‘and per se’ meant: ‘and by itself’  …  this final phrase ‘and per se’ was lazily mumbled and stumbled over by English school children when they were reciting the alphabet,  it was, through use of the mumbled English,  eventually re-born as  ‘ampersand’. 

(If you say the original  ‘and per se and’  out loud a few times until your mouth gets used to saying it, you can eventually ‘hear’ how you could slur it, as a bored child would do when being made to recite the alphabet for the fourth time, and make it sound like ‘ampersand’)

I’ve also learned this week that a picture very much like this little picture (below) hit just the right spot in me and spoke to me like it was the Lord talking gently over my shoulder, into my ear:

My incredible, amazing,  the funshine of my life,  Grandson,  Little Cobs, has developed an all-encompassing love of his teddy bear over the summer (school) holidays, and that teddy bear travels everywhere with him.  From morning till night, that little bear is carted around like it’s tied to him.  His mummy (our daughter) sent a text message to her father (Mr. Cobs)  asking if he could make a bed for ‘Round‘ (the name of Little Cobs teddy bear.  I know!  Round!  I have no idea why either, but that’s the name Little C. gave the bear and we know better than to question it).   I said I’d design it, and Mr. Cobs could make it.  But until it’s made we sorted out a lightweight (so easy to pick up and carry for a small boy), plastic (but that flexible plastic which you can bend – so that it won’t break) box,  which I donated from my craft room, as a bed for ‘Round’,  and when Little Cobs came to visit for the day on Wednesday this week, I told Little C that I would make a pillow and bed throw (duvet) for Round so that she (oh yes, ‘Round’ is a girl, I think I forgot to say that) .. so that Round would have a comfy pillow to rest her head and a lovely bed throw to cover herself up with so that she was snuggly in her bed.

Mr. Cobs lifted my sewing machine from its sewing bag and set it down on the table for me, . . .  and as I sat cutting some material to make the throw …  I became aware of a performance over to my right, coming from the living room.  I stopped what I was doing to see Little Cobs fighting his way through the living room with one of the chairs from his drawing table.  …. huff, puff, huff  ….  He was rather firmly informing Grandad that  NO, he didn’t need any help, he could do it himself!  So Mr. Cobs opened the door wider so that Little C could manly bring in his own chair to sit and keep me company as I sat sewing bed ‘stuff’ for Round. (Keep in mind that this little boy has cerebral palsy which affects his walking and co-ordination, and his articulation of words to some degree, and you’ll understand why seeing him struggling purposefully with this chair made my heart sing).   It was right then, as I looked at the little man now sat to my right, that I realised I couldn’t have a more perfect moment than those few seconds.  Here was this tiny scrap, sat on a chair a quarter of the size of mine, keeping me company and watching me sew and make things for his beloved bear,   as he sat hugging said bear and waited for the magic to happen.  In that moment I knew that I LOVED what I am able to do.  I love that I can craft.  That I can paint, stamp and colour things with him. I love that I have a pile of stuff in my craft room which is just for him.  I love that there is a huge jar filled with all manner of wonderful craft goodies, which he’s seen and knows is sat waiting until this Saturday when he and I are going to have a crafting day, just Grammy and Little Cobs.

And I loved and gave thanks, in that very moment, that I knew enough about sewing dolly and teddy things from when our girls were young,  to quickly make a quilted bed throw and soft, squishy pillow for  Round the Bear, who has a fluffy  heart on her bottom, and holds my grandsons heart in her paw.

Hello God, it’s me again.  Please don’t let him lose Round,  for he will be inconsolable if he ever does. Thank you.

When I had finally finished sewing, and cut off all the loose threads, I gave the new bedding to Little Cobs and helped him put them in Rounds temporary bed, with Round tucked up snuggly, like a bear should be.  He gazed at the bed throw and touched it gently.  Feeling how soft and squishy it was and then he looked at me in a way which I hadn’t seen him look at me before.  I saw that his little brain was trying to work out something that he hadn’t noticed before – that being that his Grammy obviously had a magic wand and was a witch who could magic up wondrous things he’d never dreamed of.  I’m dreading him coming on Saturday and asking me to make him a full size Racing Car.  There’s only so far that my magic can stretch to.  I’m great with ‘swish and flick’  for small things   … but anything big requires Harry Potter himself!  lol

And finally …

I’ve learned that I care more deeply about the blogging friends I’ve made here than I realised.

I received a message from a blogging friend who I ‘met’ when I first began blogging (2 years ago).  I clicked to follow her, she clicked to follow me, and so it went on.  We would read each others blog posts and comment, like you do.  Then … she posted a blog post on June the 30th this year in celebration of being married to her husband for 50 years!  I can tell you that this surprised the heck out of me – and told myself that I’d obviously read it incorrectly because I ‘knew’ she couldn’t be anywhere near 50 years old!  She was too vibrant, too ‘with it’, too …. aw – just TOO.   No way could she have been married for 50 years!  However, when I checked with her, she told me that yes indeed, she and her wonderful husband had been married for 50 years!  (You could have knocked me down with a feather!  I was SO surprised).

Then, last week, I heard from Beverly after a  period of ‘quiet’  (I’d noticed a lack of posts on her blog for about a month, but guessed that they may be away on a summer holiday or off seeing relatives).

Last week Beverly commented on a post on the blog here and told me that she had something to tell me and she would tell me later.  True to her word, she came back and told me that she has lost her husband a few short weeks after their 5oth Wedding Anniversary.  He’d had a fatal heart attack.  When I read the message I felt like someone had placed a hand around my throat and was holding it in a tight grip.  I couldn’t swallow, couldn’t breathe properly and neither could I make this news register with my brain. This surely couldn’t be correct.  It COULDN’T be.  They’d only just celebrated their anniversary.

I read that message three times,  and on the third reading I had to read it out loud so that I could be sure that I was understanding what I was reading.  And then … I didn’t understand why.  Why was this man taken?  What exactly was the ‘plan’ here?  How could it be that there were really bad people left alive and roaming the planet, killing people, blowing them up, and causing so much heartache, anguish and pain, and yet, here was this man,  a wonderful husband to Beverly and father to their children, taken – without warning.  Why?   I don’t understand the plan.

Hello God, it’s me again.  I don’t understand.  Forgive me.  I know you have a plan and that it’s probably a great plan, but sometimes I have to admit that I wonder why some things happen, when there are, to me, more obvious things that could have happened which surely would make the world a better place.  Aw, I know I probably don’t know what I’m talking about … but you know how I like to run these things past you when I can’t figure them out for myself.  Thank you for listening.  ~ me. x

I’ve always known that I develop a feeling of ‘caring’ for people I get to know via my blog here.  The ‘comments’ facility is such a wonderful thing.  I get to know people because of it, and more often than not, we get to have a bit of a giggle together.

And … if one of you doesn’t post for a while then you’ll no doubt find me putting a comment on your blog saying hello and trying to make sure that everything in your world is groovy.

This heartbreaking loss which Beverly is coping with,  has shown me exactly how much I care for all of my blogging friends.   Don’t get me wrong – I knew I cared …  I care enough to go up and down my list of blogs that I follow, every month,  in order to look for names of people who I haven’t heard from for a few weeks and will pop to their blog and leave a message saying hello.  But I didn’t realise how much I cared.  I do now.

I’ve learned a lot this week.

And now … it’s your turn my friend(s).  Tell me, in the ‘comments’ facility,  what you’ve learned this week.  Let’s turn this into a mutual learning experience.

Don’t think you have to use the comments to ‘comment on a post’ – any post.  You can use the comments simply because you have something you wanted to say.  You can chat away to your hearts desire.  If you have a problem and need to off-load it, then you’re very welcome to do so.  It can be a craft thing, a worldly thing, a ‘which dress to wear’ thing …. a heart thing …  any  thing.  If you want to talk about ‘it’  then go for it.  I think the ‘Comments’ should be re-named.  Not sure what to …  maybe you have a suggestion?

Sending you my love and good wishes for a wonderful weekend my friends.  Be safe out there.  Oh … and make memories.  Days are made for you to make memories.

Thanks for coming and sharing a coffee with me.  I love seeing you here.  Have a truly blessed rest of your day,

The Cobweborium Recommendation of the Week: TONIC!

I was doing a little ‘housework’ on the blog here and realised that I haven’t done a ‘recommendation’ for simply ages.  So here I am putting that right with something I’ve just begun using (last week).

I ran out of my usual tacky glue (by Collall) – which didn’t bother me because I knew I had some more on my supplies shelf.  Except …  when I reached to get my other bottle, it wasn’t there.  I’d obviously already used it and forgotten.  tsk tsk.

An urgent dash to The Range (a store in the UK which sells practically everything, including crafty supplies) to get some more,  but when I got there, they had none.  Both Mr. Cobs and I searched the shelves but there was none to be found.  However Mr. Cobs found something else . . . Tonic Tacky Glue.  I looked at it, umming and ahing,  and in the end I decided I had nothing to lose, so bought a bottle to try it.

I’ve now been using it for a week and I can confidently, whole heartedly,  recommend it.  It’s an absolutely brilliant paper and card crafters glue.  It has a really great, very quick grab time, and you really don’t need much glue to form a great bond.

The bottle was ready to use – so none of that tricky guess-work about cutting the end off the nib;  and, when you come to use it,  the hole is tiny,  BUT  don’t be tempted to make a bigger hole until you’ve tested it for a few days,  and then you’ll see exactly how little glue you actually need to do the jobs you need it to do.  Just a scrape of glue is all you need.  Literally, a scrape.

I like this glue so much that I know I’ll be buying and using more of this, and I can see it even replacing double-sided tape for a lot of my card making, (when matting and layering).  It grabs and it sticks, really well.

I’ve so far tried it on felt, wool, wood, plastic, paper and card, and it’s coped really well with all these things.

Tonic Craft Tacky Glue.  If you want to try it out in small first, The Range sell the smallest bottle for just 99p.  I bought the next size up, (which I think was double the size) for £1.99 – which makes it £2.00 cheaper than my normal brand of tacky glue.  NB … The Range is where I bought it from – but other crafty outlets are available, and you can even buy this on the internet in various places.

 a note:  I’m not paid to make recommendations and I haven’t been given any products to act as payment, or to encourage me to recommend them.  I will only recommend a craft product which I’ve actually tried and use myself, and found to be a great success in my own craft projects.

This recommendation is based only upon my own use of this product.  However … if you yourself already use this Tonic Craft Tacky Glue, then please do share your own experiences by posting them in a comment, and letting everyone else reading hear your own experiences with it.  Hearing from others helps us crafters to form an opinion, and I’m all for crafters helping crafters where they can!

(You can post a comment by scrolling to the top of this post to find the title … then drag your mouse just to the right of the title and you’ll see a little grey speech bubble which will turn deep red when you hover your cursor over it.  Click it and you can then find all the comments and the comment box.)

Wishing you a wonderful Wednesday ~

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