Once upon two times...

I don't think I ever showed off these gentlemen. They've just finished telling me their stories. I'll tell you, but don't go spreading it around... they might be slightly embarrassed by some of it and gossip is in rather bad form isn't it.

Colonel Whatsit. He prefers to be called "The Col." as though he were the only one. He is a tiny bit arrogant but that's only to mask his insecurities. Mostly he's very nice. You can tell he's a good egg because he carries sweets in his pocket and secretly shares them with children who are slightly naughty.

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This is Professor Quant. No one is certain what he is a professor of, but he is always in a hurry and seems to be quite busy, so he must be very important. Quant forever seems to have something else on his mind entirely, and usually looks a little bit sad, like he forgot his lunch on the counter top. In reality he's pining for the beautiful Ms.Eliza Pennybottom. He believes wholeheartedly that she is far too beautiful and exuberant for the likes of him. Ms. Eliza quite likes the Professor and thinks he is a true gentle man. She imagines that his touch would be warm, soft and somehow electric. What a shame that he's too shy to ever dare profess his love. Silly bastard.

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The Storyteller's House Update

I've been working away on The Storytellers House and have two rooms almost done. It's been all stops and spurts with this one. Giant chunk done one day, nearly nothing the next. Here's a peek at what's brewing...

The 'study' is almost done.

The reading room is almost there too. The lovely thing about nonsense is that it doesn't matter one bit if there's a pumpkin patch growing beneath a beanstalk inside a tiny house :)

That little rocking chair is one of my most favourite things. I bought it at an auction house last year for around $1. It's fairly fabulous.

That's it for the house for a little while. I've got to let my ideas simmer before moving forward. Besides I've got at least 1,324 projects in an unfinished state waiting for some attention.

xoxox

Happy Halloween!

Hope your Halloween is filled with loads of candy and just the right amount of mischief.

P.S. Just ignore the dirty floor. There's far more fun things to do with a broom today than sweeping.

Groovy Grave Halloweeny ATC's

I don't have anything new to show off today so I thought I'd do a little Halloweeny image giveaway instead.

You know the rules. Use as you like. Make loads of stuff and a big fat mess. Don't distribute these images, sell or give, alone or as a group. (You can share these BUT the bottom stuff must be kept intact and a link back is appreciated.) These are NOT for commercial use. They are for fabulous crafty folk to make lovely things with. Violators may notice strange burning sensations in terrible places. Believe me, it's better if you just play nice.

And, in case you missed it last time around, here's a page filled with spooky words typed up on my old Underwood.

Charming

Because I know you'll appreciate the sweetness and loveliness of this. I loves Shelly Duvall :)

Morphine and Progress

I haven't been feeling too awful but last night those damned stones reared their ugly heads and I gave in and took some morphine. My mum is terrified that I'll now become a prescription drug addict.

I've been continuing work on my wee house. The roof has been mossified and I spent today making little books.

I think the new place is going to be called The Story Tellers House. I can't wait to see where it takes me :)

Stones, Deals & Progress

Long story short, I woke the husband, packed the kid in the car and went to the ER at 1am last night. Apparently it wasn't some alien life form about to explode out my left side, it was kidney stones.

The doctor assured me I'd live since it didn't seem like I was in too much distress. He likened passing a stone to giving birth. I told him I'd given birth before and that's very nearly what I was feeling like 30 minutes prior.

Can I just say, I HATE it when men compare pain to childbirth. How the hell would they know? Buggers. And why to dr's assume you're fairly fine and dandy if you're not rolling around in agony? Some of us deal with pain differently.

Anywho, on to better things.

Yesterday we ran some errands and I crammed in some supply shopping. I managed a couple of pretty great finds...

The wooden spice rack in the back was $5.99 which is a bit more than I would normally pay (because I'm a cheap bastard) but it's just such a great size measuring 16" across closed and 32" open. And aren't those cut out bits fabulous? Sort of a Moroccan feel to them. I'm going to turn that baby into another shrine.

And what's that in front of the shrine? Paper cement for an absolute steal!

From the directions and description I'm assuming this is just rubber cement. I've been in dire need of the stuff for months but haven't seen it... or refused to pay $17.99 for it (cheap bastard, see above).

Lastly, I've been working hard on another little house. Here's the progress so far...

I think it'll be rather cute when it's finished but I must admit, the teeny weeny scale of this particular house isn't as enjoyable as the very first houses I worked on. While the tinier stuff may be more impressive visually, the larger, more spacious ones are so free and airy, and a joy to work on.

Off to continue work on the house and let those lovely little pain pills kick in.

Damned stones.