Miracles . . . & "Life According to Pippi"

Rainy Day Greetings dear friends & readers,

It has been nothing short of a miracle that I have anything even slightly craft related to show you this post 

The days are lost in a blur of cleaning cat bowls, bedding, kitty litter trays & feline related activities in general

It took me the best part of two days just to cut out two hottie covers 

.... as you can see, I had some "assistance" along the way

I managed to make up the two hottie covers, one is for a gift & the other is stock for the Cottage

I lined each one with lovely soft flannelette fabric ... so cosy & warm

A couple of months back, Vicky had given me a cross stitch that was done by her late Nana.  It was one of the last things her Nana had ever stitched so held sentimental value for Vicky, but she didn't wish to frame it & wondered if I could do something else with it.

I suggested making it up into a cushion that she could have sitting out & still get to enjoy her Nana's work

I "framed" it in some co-ordinating fabrics & made it up into a cushion. I used a nice piece of neutral linen for the backing & stitched on the words to show the area in the U.K. that it represents

Vicky was really thrilled with her cushion when she collected it this morning.

When I am spraying my section perimeter I also wander over into the depot yard next door & spray the boundary for them.  I often notice the area out the back where they put their "scrap metal".  This wine rack had been sitting there for a couple of weeks so I asked if I might perhaps have it ??

(sorry I forgot to get a "before" photo of it when Pippi wasn't using it for a jungle gym)

Firstly I scrubbed it ... surprisingly, under the layers of dust & grime, it was actually in immaculate condition 

I spray painted it with some cream spray paint I had in the cupboard ... then I embellished it a little ...

It turned out so lovely .... sort of fresh, clean & feminine looking ...

I have popped it for sale in my Cottage    :-)

I have decided that seeing as Pippi dances merrily over the keyboard when I am typing (& deletes alot) that she can jolly well do a post today ...

" Life According to Pippi "

(1) Seeing as My Father chose me, he told my Mother that she could name me.  She named me Pippi Longstocking.  He says it is such a mouthful  . . .  he calls me "little one"

(2)  I have been trying to get Little Blackie to play with me.  I honestly don't know why  they call him Little Blackie ... to me he looks like big fat Blackie.  I have decided from now on, I shall refer to him as Fat Black ... a name much more suited to him, the big lazy oaf who won't get up & play with me.

(3) My Mother tells me I have some serious personal hygiene issues I need to sort out.  She wants me to "watch fat Black" washing & grooming himself & learn from him!!!  I can think of much more fun things to do instead of wasting time grooming myself.

(4) My Mother likes to pursue crafty pastimes.  I don't actually know why she does, but when she gets fed up with me, she lets me play with the things on her sewing desk ... its quite fun mostly & when I get a little bored, I just chew on her machine cord & she quickly stops sewing!!! She tells me she knew a girl once called Julie who had time for creative pursuits & a reasonably clean house, but now she thinks perhaps she was just an illusion in her head or a figment of her imagination??!!   I have no idea what she is on about.

Re-organising my Mothers bobbins for her                                                Chewing on the machine cord    

(5) Sometimes when My Mother is doing chores, I like to "help her".  I know I can be most helpful.  The other day I "helped her" wrap a birthday gift for her friend
(as you can see .... I am warming the paper up before she uses it - helpful aren't I??)

(6) The other night I heard My Mother yell loudly at my Father & use at least 3 bad words in the one sentence!!!  It appears my Father had left the toilet seat lid up & I accidently fell in when I was pirouetting around on the seat. I have never heard My Mother use 3 bad words in one sentence before. My Father just rolled his eyes & smiled.

In the mornings when My Mother uses the toaster I like to sit in the appliance cupboard amongst the crumbs for a bit

(7) My Mother tells me I am "such a pain" but when she strokes me in her (quite large) lap, she tells me she loves me.  AND she puts a wheatbag in my bed & my blankets in the clothes drier to "warm them" for 5 minutes before I go to bed, so I guess she must care a little tiny bit.

. . . & so I think . . . all in all . . . I am kinda lucky I came to live in this rather odd little house.

I hope you all have a week filled with love & kindness,
thank you all so much for your visit,
with much love & friendship,
Julie, fat black little Blackie & pain Pippi
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