Sunday Snippets

via Tinniegirl!

What did Sunday bring for me? I nice lie in with the little lads, watching silly movies in bed, eggs, bacon, avo and chorizo for breaky, plus a great big cappuccino, then...

 ...did a bit more quilting on the cot quilt I started a few months back,...

...then realized I needed to make these 8 placemats in a hurry...,

 ...had trouble choosing the binding

...was required to view the lads playing Xbox, so did a bit of hand-quilting...

...made these for Meg in the Beehive bee.

I then went to Target to get the NZ Christmas pressies. I also got a few items of the undie variety, and a most (un)attractive "foundation" undergarment. As I was called forth from the queue, I realized, to my horror, that the young man on the till was my friend Lisa's teenage son. I hope that he will remember me for the lovely cake he ate last week that I baked, not my granny undies!!

Is it any wonder that I had to buy these at the supermarket to placate myself?

A bit of Tangy Bliss is all you need sometimes!

Every night in my dreams.... Day 2: Blogtoberfest

OK, OK, I know it's technically cheating but 2 posts in one day is making top for not starting yesterday!

We have a Titanic obsession going down in Chez Williams at present. We watched the movie yesterday (heavily edited by me with the remote, fast forwarding all horrible or slightly sexy bits). 

Here is what was made while mummy slumbered in bed ('til 9.30 - result!)

 The Band Aid packet is the iceberg, in case that needed explanation! I tried to encourage a slightly longer ship, but was told that the propellers were already attached therefore, impossible. They are now making a poster to adorn their walls.

And Mr Sun is trying to shine today! Happy Day!

The Birds

I was beetling about on the computer this arvo, listening half heartedly to the building going on in the units behind us. Heard a couple of funny noises, though I'd go for an inspection...

Cheeky bugger had flown into the house. I cowered, held my hands over my head hoping there would not be any Alfred Hitchcock moments..

Then, after a couple of fly overs, he flew out the sliding door. Hallelujah!

Thank God he didn't poo. I'll tell you what though...I nigh on shat myself! (substitute nigh on for nearly, just in case you were thinking otherwise!)