I have spent most of this week making, and attaching, angel wings for the pipe cleaner angels, fairies and pixies, as well as those for the everyday angels made from wooden clothes pins, with the occasional zip around a few blogs, reading more than commenting. Then, after five minutes off for good behaviour, my inner taskmaster had me back to work with needles and thread, glue, wire, crowns and embellishments.
These three dolls are what I will be using as a separate fundraiser at the bazaar - a simple game, like choosing a name from a list, £1 a go to win all three fairies. So if you have any suggestions suitable names (or a better game) which I can use for my pick list they will be gratefully received.
I have brain freeze on pretty names and games at the moment. It has to be something simple and fun to winkle a few extra pounds out of those pockets - all for the good causes, not for putting into my pocket!!
I still get out and about with Toby, of course. He's not into fairies or pixies, so our usual quota of fresh air and exercise has been maintained. Most of our walks are along farm tracks and the old railway line.
Sometimes we cut through the village on our way home.
The autumnal display is almost over and it is so windy today that I think most of the remaining leaves will be leaving the trees before long. There have been cold dank days, but there have also been some gloriously perfect autumnal days with early frost, blue skies and lots of wonderful sunshine.
Nature has been at work. I had stopped to take the photograph when I was suddenly anointed, bird poo, splat on my head!
I decided not to take the route back through the village, we stuck to fields and tracks. I had a large reddish brown patch of 'luck' sitting on the front of my white hair. Guess what the first thing I did when I got home was - a clue, it wasn't 'buy a lottery ticket'!
Where could I hide? The cups and plates had already been washed and dried. I had to join in. We all joined in and made a terrible noise... only one person could hold a tune and it wasn't me.
However, we actually enjoyed ourselves. We let loose on the old songs and had fun. Unfortunately that means more punishment next month - Christmas Carols. I wonder whether I dare secretly record a snippet or two...
More beautiful walks, this is the very edge of the ancient woodland. It was also library van week and I came away with a dozen books, my arms were much longer by the time I had carted them all home.
I squeezed in a bit of crafting with the grandchildren, here we are making some special firelighters, I really dislike the smell of commercial ones. I saw this idea in a magazine. I have no idea whether they work, but I thought we would give it a go because they are simple to make and visually pleasing.
Last year I did some candle-making with the grandchildren, so I had the wax and wicks, but you could use melted tealights, stub ends of candles, etc. I gathered some small pine cones from a local woodland, a few hawthorn berries and rosehips, a few sprigs of Christmas tree trimmings (a lucky find on one of my walks - a farmer had felled a few Christmas trees and there were some sprigs left behind) some cinnamon and cloves plus paper cases.
The spices went into the bottom of the case, then the wick to the side, followed by the wax chips, we worked as a team, one spooned cinnamon, the other counted cloves, and I placed the wick. We put them into a fairly low oven, keeping a careful eye on them until the wax had melted, then the real fun began.
Pine cones, berries and snippets of green pine. The children loved it. So did I. They cooled very quickly and look fabulous.
My own cocoon from the world, maybe. Just because I like cosy and homely, won't talk politics on my blog, or your blog, does not mean that I am blinkered.
Blogs only reflect those bits we are willing to share. 😐
ps Please don't forget those suggestions for fairy names, or very simple games for the bazaar.x
