When cats get in the way
You just have to live with it
Or push her away?
Give her attention
Let her just play.
Jumping and leaping
Up on my lap,
Knocking my paints over,
Splashing the water,
Sharpening her claws
On my canvas.
She’s lovely
But mad.
Tag: Fun
My favourite bag-ever!
I do love this bag, I’ve had it for a whole now and the straps are starting to fray, but I have to say I love it. Whoever designed it, thank you, you have given me a great deal of pleasure.
Design is important in this world. That’s why art is worth studying. Maybe that’s why arts courses should not be cut.
Taking a rest.
Even when I’ve got my eyes closed I have to do something arty. I like pattern and colours. Plus this is a way of hiding my double chin a bit! I’ve left painting till there is some daylight so that I can see the colours of the image of spode better.
Anyway I will see how I feel. But for now goodnight.
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Not watching TV
I realise that I spend a lot of time on this phone and not watching TV, although I do sometimes listen to it. There is a programme on about Hyenas at the moment.
So what do I do? Blog obviously, but also look at Facebook and Instagram and all those things. So I’m still sitting, but with a stiff neck and shoulders from hunching over this flipping phone!
I’m old enough not to have had a phone in the house. Then when we did it was on a table in the hall. It was big and green I think I remember. A base with a dial on it, you had to twirl the numbers to dial. Then a cradle at the top with two prongs sticking up. When you dropped the receiver on the prongs it ended the call. The receiver was a curved bar with a mouthpiece at one end and a microphone to speak in at the other end. It was attached to the body of the phone with a curled wire. Eventually phone went push button, then mobiles came in….. Its a different world!
Coincidence
I was playing with the masks you can use on Facebook and found one that turned you into a tiger. Then I decided to see how my face would look with one side mirrored. It looked interesting.
Today I was out at a traction engine rally. I had to take a photo of the big cat that was part of its decoration. I think he’s a lion.
But the image reminded me of something. Especially around the eyes…. I feel like saying Snap!
Astle Park traction engine rally
We visited Astle Park Traction Engine rally today. There were a vast number of stalls with everything from crafts, car spray paint, antiques, archery and many more things. There was a show ring and tractors, Land rovers, steam traction engines and other vehicles trundled round it to the delight of the crowd. We enjoyed a drink from a bar in a marquee and some food. There was an old fashioned fairground with a galloper roundabout and steam organs, there were also old lorries and military vehicles. We had a go at archery and firing cork guns and paint ball guns.
It was overcast and threatened rain but it kept off. The ground was churned up in places but because it was dry it was starting to dry out so there was only a bit of mud.
Astle Park is just outside Chelford in Cheshire, its near Jodrell Bank Observatory. The event happens in August every year.
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Four years ago
This was from four years ago in 2015 when me and my hubby went and had a go at air rifle shooting. I’m not trained to use them, it was a one off. We maybe have a go once a year or less. They were not special guns just fairground ones. I think the distance we were shooting was probably four or five meters. The first picture is my hubby’s, the second is mine. I was slightly surprised at how I did. Just found this on Facebook memories.
I have also tried archery but don’t have the strength to shoot far with that.
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The gargoyle.
He sits quietly in a laurel bush, watching, seeing who enters the garden. The stone gargoyle. Winged, large ears turned to listen. How did he get there? Did he climb or fly? How does he stay there, no nails or glue support him. Does he protect or reject visitors to His garden? Stone carved and muscular. Is he hiding from gargoyle hunters, who stalk the suburbs and smash his unsuspecting siblings?
What are you, fiend from a nightmare or friend from a mediaeval church? Like an escaped pigeon, sitting in the laurel bush, waiting for his lost love.
Typing left thumbed
. Boy this is difficult. Thank goodness for apewkk he kwd rgar asgjyjseeas aowkkxgwxjee. That should just read spellchecker but I was holding my phone with my left hand and trying to type with my left thumb which doesn’t have the reach or the dexterity to type accurately. I wish I was ambidextrous.
So I tried using it again after using my right hand. How do people cope if they have injured hands. I tried typing left handed again but after trying to write the word lefthanded eight times I gave up!
The mind is a strange thing. Do you know that the whole of the right side of your body is controlled by the left side of your brain and vice versa? I’ve forgotten a lot of anatomy so I can’t remember the details. The human mind is amazing.
Flowers
The hanging baskets were fine last week but when we came home two of them were upside down on the ground. The screw they had been hung on had given way under their weight and with heavy rain they had collapsed down onto the ground. Now they are hanging forlornly lower down the fence. They might grow and recover. I’m feeding them and watering them. Anyway the photos are of the growth of the other ones. Some are doing better than others. I really need to dead head them (take off dead flowers). It will have to wait till I feel better.
Here’s some patterns I did from them…
Mallaband-Brown 