Teeny, tiny things

It didn't take long really, just a few minutes and a great deal of care. I decided to put the bed on the roof so we could sleep under the stars. We invited a couple of friends around for a house-warming party - not a wild affair, just a few gins. We sat on the lovely new furniture we'd made and tried to come up with names for my two new chickens. Maybe I should have had more gin . . . no names as yet. I think I'm too excited by their funny-looking heads to think clearly. The lovely lady with the curly hair (not a chicken) went to buy me two silky hens in the week and came home with eight birds, two guinea fowl, two lavender-coloured hens, which lay pale blue eggs, and two Polish pullets and my two. She's a sucker for a strange breed and if they come with a kookie hairdo . . .
Anyway the new crew are currently in the B & B customs department awaiting police and character checks before they can be released among the roses. I couldn't wait to check in on them this morning and took them some carrot for breakfast. Imagine my excitement when I spotted a gorgeous pale blue egg in one of the boxes. Oh, the lady with the curly hair was going to love this - last night I was told not to be so impatient when I told her I wanted to see a blue egg. I think it's time to go and see the chickens and do a bit of bonding. And watch a movie, read the paper and eat chocolate. Yes, the salty chocolate caramel fairies have been again and the special drawer has been replenished. How exciting! Goodbye.

Knit one, purl one.

How lovely to see the rain this morning. The dogs look like they've been mud wrestling and probably have. Oh, to be a pup for a day. Knit one, purl one. And the nights are cooling down noticeably now, I've shivered a couple of times and am quicker to get dressed in the mornings.  Thankfully I've almost finished knitting a winter jumper and, dare I say it, it's been such a pleasure being creative without getting my hands dirty, that I'm going to the wool shop again tomorrow. Knit one, purl one.
A couple of 'clean' days away from the studio were just what I needed to focus on new business cards and last minute changes to website updates, not to mention playing with my new laptop and read and blog and wander around the roses and and feed the baby chicks. It's not all about roses, you know. This weekend I've been surrounded by vases of stunning magenta and glittery yellow orchids.
 The thing about getting engrossed in a blog while the rain is teaming down is that all the near-dry washing is soaked again. Oh, well, I think I'll put the kettle on and have a cup of tea and a rummage in the cupboard - Tam might have overlooked some chocolate - and reflect on Thursday night at the Enmore Theatre dancing ourselves stupid to Leftfield.  Knit one, drop one.

Short and sweet

Speaking of sweet I was very happy to stuff more lumps of salty caramel chocolate in my mouth at the weekend. Thank goodness for Glenorie farmers' market and the man at the chocolate stall for deciding to make chocolate and not scented candles. They were just what Doctor DJ ordered after a night carving up the dancefloor.

Lots of prep work to do on the website this week and I'm really looking forward to putting some new work on it and giving it a bit of a shake-up. The blog seems to have some resistance to my new PDFs, which isn't helping my frown lines, so I'll have to investigate. In the meantime here's another image . . . or two.