Monster Mash

Furry Christmas

OH HOW MY ANIMALS SUFFER FOR MY PHOTOGRAPHY.

Sewing Room

OK, this little bag is my "sewing room".  I cannot sew to save myself and Soul Sister and I recently had a work Christmas Party outfit to make as you can see and this is what I found in my kit.  Not very impressive eh?  We have made two halves of a bonbon/cracker with a wire frame and the cheapest material buyable had to be sewn onto the frame.  We sat and nattered while we sewed.  "So howya' been?"  We laughed and made rude jokes out of absolutely nothing but Soul Sister can actually sew and was using 'blanket stitch'.  I on the other hand winged it and called it 'mattress stitch'.  Why? Dunno, just came to me.  Unfortunately the mattress stitch was an abysmal failure and I had to re-sew everything again the next day.  No worries, it only has to survive one night and then it can fall apart all it likes.  I may be able to waffle till the cows come home but sewing is like a foreign language to me.  We will have fun though.

Photographic Beauty

Soul Sister took this photo one day on the coastline and I simply love it.

Beetle & Butterfly

Yes this is corny.  It is meant to be.  At our last photography club a few of us were shocked to hear that in a lot of calender and card photos (professional) the butterfly or bug is actually dead and pinned in place.  Some days later while walking in the paddock I found this dead butterfly.  I also acquired a dead centipede (passenger in VW) and a dead fly (on bonnet of 4WD) and so I set up my own quirky photo shoot and this is one of the results.  You like? 

No insects were harmed in the making of this photo, although the butterfly's brittle abdomen did fall off from my poor handling skills.  And I did loose the fly in a light breeze.  But apart from that...

Farm Photos

Geese Rest in Peace

Unfortunately some bloody fox/dog killed our Bruce and Fanny recently.  It was very sad and it makes you angry to think they ended their lives so brutally.  They must have been terrified.  I will miss them.  The family were saddened by their demise but in all honesty do not miss them.  No more goose poo to avoid.  Bruce's angry charges and their early morning honk fest is not something the family enjoyed but they suffered it without major complaint knowing I loved the rascals. 

 I had to fence off my herb garden and my carrots.  I had you at my back door every afternoon an hour before your dinner time noisily demanding your grain.  It is even likely I have a small scar on my right buttock from the bite Bruce inflicted that time long ago to remember you by (if only I could see that far around). 

Goodbye my little poo factories.

Rotten Egg Theft

After many more weeks then is necessary for incubation, this was the last unhatched egg to survive under my unsuccessful mother goose, Fanny.  It needed to be nicked and disposed of very carefully so while the protective and aggressive geese parents were off having a flap and a graze I snuck, yes snuck, Starsky and Hutch style around the other side of the house and very swiftly and gently nicked off with the potentially offensive contraband.  Two commando rolls and flattening myself against the side of the house was all it took.  After photographing it, as you do, I carefully wrapped it in newspaper and sealed it in a plastic bag and it has become landfill with some other garbage from our home.  Fanny continued to sit on her nest for a few days but eventually the novelty wore off.  Sorry little lady but your nest is right outside our bedroom window and that is one big nasty rotten egg.

University? Not Anymore

It is true.  After two gruelling weeks (phew the sweat) I have quit, resigned, unenrolled, left the toga party toga torn but unstained.  I joke about it but it was no easy decision and it took me some days to arrive at the station of  common sense.  My poor old brain was not coping, by the end of the second week I was mentally pooped and missed one of my half days of work.  This brain is at its limit I am afraid and it is a freeing experience to arrive at that conclusion.  So, onwards and upwards and after a good afternoon sleep I am back in the blogging saddle.  Yeehar cowgirl. 

I have my photography club and I assure you my obsession with my homework each month is taxing enough.  My family inwardly groan every time we have a new theme as I can read anything into any old innocent mushroom in the paddock or a foot on the balcony railing.  I obsess and drag them kicking and screaming along with me.  They love me.  I tell them every day.  Eventually it will be so ingrained in their psyche they will happily point out the next item that speaks to them photographically.  Aaahh, normality returns.