Tuesday 14 July 2015

Fighting Dinosaurs

A new toy, well new to me... is a Quickutz portable die cutter. Small enough to fit in your handbag, but certainly heavy! With this new toy, i've been using the many Quickutz dies i have collected, including two dinosaur ones.This die cutter maybe second hand, but i'm giving it a new life, and in the process, i'm working new ideas to try, for both cards and toppers for future cards.

It's also taking my mind off the pain of Fibro with a flare up after getting sunburnt on Thursday last week..
I admit i'm still feeling the effects after forgetting sun cream, something i won't do again! But seeing my son do his last sports day, at his current school, was worth every moment. His smile when he saw me was something i will never forget. Him and his class mates did really well, and i'm proud of how well he did his best, when it was such a hot afternoon, and it was lovely to bring him home, his excitement still bubbling around in his system and his smile was with him for the rest of the day.

And so today, my challenge will be get the place hoovered, even though i should be resting, but after die cutting dinosaurs, confetti is covering parts of the floor. Sprinkles of red, blue and green as well some browns and purples over blue carpet, so pretty but so messy.

And the dinosaur cards are done, ready for someone, who ever that maybe, and my son says this one looks as though he is chasing his tail. A googly eye adds to the fun of this card . Lets face it, so many kids, and adults, love dinosaurs, and watching Jurassic Park is often the case here. ( Yes we are excited about the new movie. No we haven't seen it yet.) But I have enjoyed making these, a scene from a time gone, but something which i hope will bring a smile.

And so with dinosaur cards done, and die cutting finished, it's time for the housework to be done. Painkillers loaded in and the cat hiding., it's time the hoovering started.

Hope you have good days, and get some crafting time.

Sunday 5 July 2015

Summer

Outside the sky is clear and blue, that bright blue, that is so bright and cheerful. The odd line of clouds far away is noticeable, but even they are white wisps. The air warm in the shade, baking in the open and as i type the fan is on full blast. The ice in my water is slowly melting but it's coolness is a relief on my parched lips and dry throat. Summer is here.

Today has been a slow day, except maybe when the cat escaped his curfew, leaping over the fence before i had a chance to blink. His moment of freedom was taken and his return was much waited for. The rest of the day he has rested and eaten some fish, gently boiled and cooled before offering to the lil guy. My son and myself have eaten cold foods, some egg salad for me, and my son his usual favourite, dunkers with some soft cheese. An ice cream followed for each of us. Not even a hint of a cup of tea for me, it really is too warm for that.

Spoken to a dear friend today, her Saturday experience making her sparkle with happiness, though the pain and swollen ankles were her reward for enjoying herself. But she sounded so happy, as though she had, had the time of her life, with friends, listening to music from the good ol' 80's. When music was so varied and oh so good! Tunes that even today show the time as it was, a mixture of talent, and the odd not so talented, but where experiments were tried, and sometimes worked! Other times, we just forget those bad ones, unless they get blasted from a radio show, the tune haunting us for days as it rattles around in our heads, our lips betraying us and singing those oh so fatal words...

But summer of the 80's i was just a child, a girl into Toyah and Don Johnson. I was also into Sindy dolls and her many clothes, some handmade by my mother, and those cute little care bears with their caring smile. Followed later by My Little Pony and Barbie. Such a long time ago, and a very different time. Some of those days i miss, but not all.

So today crafting has been done, some googly eyes added to die cut frogs, toppers for a card when i get so inspired, and dresses having bows added, and the 6 teachers cards that i needed to finish. Now i plan to put my feet up, and just watch some Sam Neill talking about Space in his calm way, my son next to me enjoying every word. Summers here.

Saturday 4 July 2015

A cat, a vet and whole heatwave of trouble.

Oh lil guy has been fighting this week, not other cats, but something that hit him hard and made him very poorly. What was thought as a reaction to a tick bite, turned into something a lil more serious. Heatstroke. He'd become seriously dehydrated after both a vomiting bug, and the fact his appetite had left him totally. At the same time, the hottest day so far, his poor body couldn't take much more. An urgent dash to the PDSA vets and an overnighter on a drip the only answer, along with tests and serious tlc, along with anti nausea meds.

Of course as his owners both my son and i were very scared, we knew he is was very poorly, and the outcome was uncertain. Our lil guy may drive us mad sometimes but he is much loved and so part of this little family, it seemed an empty house without him.

So as we settled to a cat-less night, the heat continued , a very muggy night where even fans blew warm air and ice melted far quicker than was helpful, we settle down for the night, before being woken by the most spectacular thunderstorm i think we'd ever seen, or heard! The lightening was flashing on/off/on/off  so quickly that it was impossible to count between them and the rumbles of thunder that echoed around us. My son very scared, hugging to me, hoping i could take the big bangs away and make the lightening stop. Even myself, not the biggest fan of these storms, was uncertain as to quite what was above our heads, the brightness of each flash was beyond anything i'd seen in a very long time, and the noise was certainly enough to make most people jump. And through all of this, we were hoping our lil guy was ok, that he was resting and not too scared.

That storm passed, and the morning was fresher than it had been in a while, and thoughts turned to finding out how our little guy was. The phonecall to tell us the news, the outcome. To our delight, the news was good, near the middle of the day, we could bring him home, with medicine and the 4 days inside rule. Seeing him in that basket, that first meow as he saw me, it melts the heart, and we were so glad to see his loving face, the meow of happiness, the meows of what had happened, and the meows of don't leave me again.
And now at home, he rests, curled up, dreaming of chicken or tuna, his bland only diet to be his choice for the next few days and we smile knowing our family is together again.