let me start this post with a nice little story to tickle your fancy...
it always amazes me how we can store so many phone numbers in our head but forget what we wanted to buy the moment we walk into the shop. anyhow on the rare occasion that i forgot my fathers number i managed to ring a single 72 year old who lives with in 15 minutes from my dear old single father. what a lovely conversation we had it went a little like this... (single lady in pink me in black)
hello, this cant be my dads number as he doesn't have a female in his house, or does he? he he
no you must have the wrong number
you wouldn't happen to be single would you?
as a matter of fact i am, he he he
how old are you?
really so is my father... where do you live?
margate where does your father live?
petrie (after a little giggle) well thank you for your time i will ring the right number now and check on my father he hasn't been all that well.
OK take care, bye
sweet conversation hey? well it gets better.. the other night i called the wrong number again and after a second or two realised it was the same lady!! it was truly an accident the numbers are so close it is easy to do. anyhow she was so lovely once again...
oh no i have done it again... it is me again i accidentally rang you a little while ago...
oh yes i remember, how is your dad?
hes fine thanks for asking, what is your name?
ok pat sorry once again but it was nice talking with you. bye
hows that for freaky!?!? what a nice lady though, she remembered our conversation and even asked after my father... wrong number?? or destiny!
anyhow i have been dabbling with my artistic side and have found that i am not that good at it :) but had fun anyway...
mister moo had some fun trying to turn up some kokeshi dolls for me but they looked a bit more like toadstools...
lili strategically placed that dead twig in the background so that it looked like a bare tree in winterthe one that the visitor is standing beside is the one with pen one it.. the pens seems to bleed a bit so it might not be such a good choice.
but i guess for my first attempt they aren't too bad, sweet to have something else to believe in. once i varnish them they will live in our enchanted painted rock garden.
this is mister moos second attempt... getting better.
have a great weekend
p.s. head over to my other blog to see how i spent last sunday...