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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Oh I do like to be Beside the Seaside!

I wanted to send a card to a fellow blogger  – Berverly of More Ink Please –   not for anything in particular,  but ‘just  because’.   I couldn’t share the card until she’d received it as it would have spoiled the surprise.  But, I got an email from her at the end of last week telling me that the parcel of  ‘Happy Mail’  had arrived,  so I can now post details of the card here on the blog.

Because I live by the sea I wanted to send her a card which made her think of the ‘Seaside’,  and that’s why the card itself is all about the seaside.

It has a little Tibetan silver bicycle leaning up against the Beach Huts.

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And someone is flying a kite ….  which has a tail of ribbons! . . .

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Two smaller pictures featuring Beach Huts stand proud of the card itself, by being mounted on foam tape. 

The fun,  and colour continue inside with a teeny bit of zentangling and a little bow.

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The Bunting and sentiment (‘With Love and Best Wishes’) were added to the front,  and a silver metal airplane – ‘flying above’ – was fixed to the card, in the skyline.

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Finally a little brassy coloured (metal) vintage style post card finished off the front.

And that’s all there was to it!

For those of you who don’t know the song which is the title of this post,  I’ve been and collected a YouTube video…  but if you know the song by heart, there’s nothing to stop you clicking and enjoying.  The song was written in 1907,  and this version was sung in 1909 by a music hall singer called Mark Sheridan.

We have beach huts here where I live, but they’re not quite as fabulous as the ones on the card. . . .

Beach Huts Dorset

However …  a couple of years or so ago a designer (who some of you may have heard of) did a Random Act of Kindness  – but she called it:  a  Random Act of Kidston . . .

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…  and she covered some Beach Huts in her fabric designs,   –  she made matching deck chairs,  and put matching bits and bobs in the Beach huts.  It caused quite an impact.  People were coming from miles away to see them.  This following hut is my personal favourite…

CathKidston Beach Hut Dorset

It’s a typical Cath Kidston design and so me.  I love it.

But … if wishes came true …. I think I’d want a Beach Hut like one of the ones on the card I made for Beverly.  There’s something so friendly and smiley about them.

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Thank you so much for coming and spending some time around the kitchen table and sharing a coffee with me.

Have a truly lovely start to your week.  Be good to yourself, and each other …. and may your God go with you.

Sending love from me in my corner to you in yours ~

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P.S.  . . .   Dear Lord  …  hello, it’s me again.  Ummm..  it’s about the weather.  It’s hot.  Very hot.  VERY, VERY HOT indeed.  It’s causing me some problems.  One of which is that I appear to be melting.  I know I can’t be sweating …  because my mom taught me that ladies don’t sweat.  According to my mother,  ladies ‘glow’.   Well …  I’m really glowing here.  REALLY glowing.   So … I’m wondering …  could you please turn the heating down a little bit?  A little biggish bit?  Not just for me but also for my plants, and for my three fur babies.  Alf Capone, Maisie Dotes and My Little Fat Bitch aren’t coping well with this level of hot.  I’ve just taken a look around my living room and down the hallway …. and it looks like a murder scene.  All my four-legged companions are  ‘as if’  dead.  Now if I’m hot and I’ve only got shorts and a t.shirt on,  then these four-legged babies must be SO uncomfortable because they’re all wearing fur coats!

I’d be so grateful if you could turn the heat down.  Thank you.  ~  love ~ Cobs. x