I then asked Mr.Google for it’s Random Number Generator, which it duly gave me, and I asked the RNG to pick the winning number from and including No.1 – up to and including No. 11. I clicked the ‘Generate‘ button, and it chose . . .
NUMBER 1 (ONE)!
So the WINNER OF OUR Home Under the Dome is [drumroll]. . .
~ Watching the Daisies ~
Daisies, I’m thrilled to be posting the Home Under the Dome to you. All I now need is your snail mail address so that I can post it.
I think you and I have emailed each other once before, so I’ll have a search through my emails to see if I can find your email address, and once found, I’ll drop you a note so that you can send me your snail mail address.
Many, many thanks to everyone for joining in. Giveaways make life just a bit more fun, and shines a bright spot in days.
There will be another Giveaway very soon …. but I won’t tell you when, or what for, or why. So keep watching … you really won’t have to wait too long. 😉
And tomorrow …. there is a blog post heading your way – (if I can get the darn photographs taken), – which I think will not only make you smile, but possibly even make you laugh out loud, and maybe even squirm and squiggle just a little. 😀 *Cobs – tsk tsk, that’s enough. Don’t give it all away!!*
But, for today, this glorious Sunday which has been gifted to us all . . . May your day be peace filled, touched with joy, and sprinkled with happy. May you leave any troubles outside the door until tomorrow, and may love fill your home and heart.
And … stay as awesome as I think of you as being. Because you truly, really are.
Much love and many squidges, from me in my corner to you in yours.
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. BUT … Isawthem 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:
Three almostbut 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:
I painted the backs to look different from the front ….
… so that you can compare the fronts and the backs . . .
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.
About two weeks ago I went into my local Charity store to have a look around and see if there was anything I needed which I didn’t know I needed until I saw *it*. (what ever *it* might be).
Amongst the china were some little cups and saucers which someone had made into pin cushions.“One of those would be great to replace my current pin cushion, because the one I’ve got has really had its day!” I said to Mr. Cobs. So I duly bought said pin cushion and took it home.
The following day I found that this ‘pin cushion’ didn’t want to the job it was supposed to do at all. The felt which the maker had used as the ‘cover’ was that thick childrens felt – and it just didn’t want to accept that it’s job was to allow pins through it. After a week of trying to jiggle (force) pins into it, I was about to throw the whole thing in the bin in frustration, but something told me I should try removing the red velvet ribbon around the rim of the teacup, and the white felt – along with whatever was inside that felt, and, if the cup was still in an OK condition, perhaps I could re-make the pin cushion. So I did. And it was. So I did!
I cleaned up the glue and bits of velvet threads stuck to the cup by using an emery board, then gave it a wipe. I then went and had a bit of a look through my bits of fabric box. I found some bits of soft denim fabric from some old striped jeans I had and laid it flat on my desk and with a chalk pencil I drew around the saucer (and added about half an inch, just to be sure). I then did a running stitch all around the circle of denim, and left a long thread at the end – but didn’t knot or over-sew the end as I wanted to be able to draw that circle together.
Then using some foam (from an unused sponge), which I’d cut to shape (so that I could see that it fitted into the cup as I wanted it to do), and then wrapped a little toy stuffing (or cushion pad inner stuffing) around the outside of the sponge, to give it a bit of a filler to make it more ’rounded’ in shape.
I sat this wrapped sponge onto the middle of the circle of fabric and began to pull the loose threads, which in turn began to gather up around the foam. This is a part that you have to do carefully, as you want to make sure that all the foam and stuffing are in the exact places you need it to be, and that it’s all encased inside that fabric.
After this, I re-threaded the needle with those threads and stitched the gathered up denim closed, so that it wouldn’t come undone.
I tested it in the cup to make sure I’d got it just right, then, using Pinflair Glue Gel in a syringe, I squeezed out a thin line of Glue Gel all around (about an inch down) the inside of the top of the cup, then carefully placed the denim ‘parcel’ into the cup, and once happy, I gave a gentle press downwards, to make sure that the fabric actually was at the bottom of the cup, and that it had touched the glue gel, all the way around and so would stick & be held in place.
Then it was simply a case of decorating around the edge. I chose some Jumbo Ric-Rac and some tiny dollshouse Pom-Pom Trim in the same shade of pink as the Ric-Rac, and hand stitched them around the edge, to finish it all off.
This was SO easy to make that I think even Little Cobs (grandson) could manage this one. And the best thing about this? From start (removing the old ‘pin cushion’), to finish …. the whole thing took me about 30 minutes! One – Half an Hour craft project!
Oh! Hang on…. NO!!!TheBESTTHINGaboutthisis . . . IT NOW TAKES PINS! It’s now a really real Pin Cushion!
If you do decide to make one of these for yourself.... the day before you actually make it, glue the cup to the saucer with some strong glue. Not crafters glue, or PVA. Use something which is suitable for china.
If you have Pinflair Glue Gel, I’d guess that would do a great job – but remember to put enough glue on (which ever glue you use), because there’s a little rim around the bottom of a cup (normally), which will make the base of the cup stand proud from the saucer – so you need to put enough glue so that it makes a good grab onto the saucer and the cup.
And that’s all there is to it!
This was such an easy make that I wasn’t going to post about it. I felt like a bit of a fake because I hadn’t sweat blood and tears over it. But then I thoughtthat maybe there might be someone who needed a pin cushion and so could make something like this in their spare time.
Happy Thursday all. Sending squidges to you, from me!
Yes .. it really does! More about that in a minute.
I wanted to make a vintage style card which was more simple in design, and going through my folder of images I came across this beautiful, old fashioned styled, children at play, and instantly knew this was ‘the’ one! I chose a 6×6″ white cardstock onto which I layered some Damask type printed card in a pale pinky beige colour. I tore around the edges of the ‘Damask’ card and then curled and distressed it with a little Cocoa ink and a colour duster. I then added two small paper doilies and distressed them just a little using what was remaining of the Cocoa ink on the colour duster, just to take the doilies from stark white, to something softer in colour.
I then chose a piece of plaid cardstock on which to mount the image of the children playing a game of Chicken and Fox – but before adhering the image I added a length of crocheted cotton lace in a pale pink, about two-thirds of the way down the plaid card. Using foam tape, I then fixed the image to the plaid card, and then again using foam tape, I fixed everything to the damask style card. Everything was now in place and all I had to do was add a little ‘fun stuff’.
I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to pop onto this card… CHICKENS! Little Cobs (5-year-old Grandson) has a bucket of little animals – horses, cows, ducks, chickens, etc – in his bedroom (here in our cottage), and I thought that he had so many of these that he really wouldn’t miss a chicken and a chick, so went rifling through his animals and found the very things. One lovely reddy brown chicken, and one fabulously funny, little yellow chick. I fixed them to the card, down towards the bottom.
I added some ‘bulrushes’to the left hand side of the image (which I’ve had in my stash for such a long time that I can’t even remember buying them!), and some sage green flowers – made out of handmade paper. I used teeny buttons for the centres of the flowers in a very pale green. Then picking up the red in the image I added tiny wee red buttons on the plaid card, and then finished everything off with a vintage green bow to the middle of the opening edge of the card.
And that, as the say, is all there is to it.
BUT… I promised you a little more detail of the Fox and Chicken game…. The rhyme which accompanies the game appears on the front of the card …
I’d never heard of this game, but apparently it really is a game which was played by children around the 1930’s onwards. The image actually came with the details of how to play …
… which I fixed to the back of the card, so that whoever this card ended up with could play the game themselves, with their own children or Grandchildren!
I have to admit that I really love this fun,quirky little card. It has so much good, old fashioned fun and lots of warmth and love, and you could send this to an adult or to a child.
Well now … changing the subject…
Can you believe that it’s Thursday already? This week seems to have started a couple of hours ago and it’s racing towards the end of it already! How does that happen?What happens to ‘Time’ as you get older? It goes so fast! What say you?
Wishing you a peace filled Thursday, without any gremlins getting into it and making mischief!
Sending squidges from me in my corner, to you in yours. Have a blessed day my friends ~