My croton plant suddenly flowered and it happened fast! The flowering stalk grew about 6 inches long in about a week and has been blooming for almost 2 now. I tried to find more about it, but I think this is a rare event in the croton world.
This is Gord's final creepy mushashe pose the day before he shaved it. I'll take him anyway I can get him (and proud of him for willing to do it and raise a good chunk of money - thanks everyone!), but let's be honest, I'm happy it's gone.
This bag was a custom order I got out of going to the sale at Gord's work. It's for a lady's granddaughter who dances and needs a bag for her dancing shoes. She tried to explain to me what needed to fit and I told her, have no fear, I understand....
...because this is me in 1991, I was 11. It was taken at the Canadian National's in Niagara Falls where I got a 4th place finish for one of my team jigs. Yeah us! I danced from when I was very little, about 5 I think, until I was 16 and most of those years were spent Irish dancing. I loved it but realize now my parents must have been mad to sink so much money and time and effort into driving me several times a week to and from classes, to feis's (competitions), curling my hair, all those dresses and shoes...whew! Thanks dad!!
I also got an order from Gord's work sale for a couple of warm bags that turned out great. And I made a mini one for a new baby out of warm fleece, so cute!
A few more orders to fill before Christmas and then it will be a quilting marathon for a few months...with maybe some bags thrown in there too!
Just to be clear; a pasty is a stuffed pastry that we had when we were in Australia, it was the only thing we could think of since we weren't willing to try Christine's suggestion of a meat pie in pea soup, which is apparently the real Aussie thing to do. We struggle with the costumes a bit - every Sunday it seems we just put on our shorts and t-shirts and call it whatever (except Melissa, she's got it down) but cargo shorts, undershirt and cowboy hat seem to sum up the Australian stereotype, although I don't think I ever saw anybody pull of this quite so good!
