More Layouts.

Palette 11 for TCR.







I quite liked this one, how it turned out. Lots of mess made to create it, love that arty mess. Paint, embossing, glitter, glitz = fun. As you can see, I stayed fairly true to the sketch.

And this is palette 12



Really happy how I managed to zip this one up fairly quickly. This is a shocking photo of it though, you can't see the hidden little touches of bling etc that give it the lift that it needs. I will take a new photo to replace this one if we ever see the sun around here again. Loved the colours of this palette, so elegant and regal.

Top Four.

Most played songs on the car stereo, courtesy of the back seaters.

Keeping up the Colour.

A new page to add. India loves this photo, though she is struggling to believe it is of her and not Esta. I'm pretty stoked that I've managed one a fortnight of these challanges from TCR. That's the goal I set so it's great to be keeping it and in doing so enforcing some creative time for myself. Certainly a sanity saver for me. Please excuse my wonking photography and cropping of the layout (as always).



A little close up:

This blissful Sunday.

It's a wonderful day here today. Blue winter sky, all sunshine and a gentle cold wind. One of those lovely Queensland winter days. India's practising riding her bike in the backyard...a new thing. Not the bike, she's had that for a long time, but for some reason, known only to MM himself, it's been locked away in the shed for years. The new thing is she's riding it, without training wheels. She's taken to that like a duck to water, as she does with most physical things. Super Mini, known vaguely as Esta, is her support person, running along behind the bike, shouting advice and making marshmellow cakes to boost Supergirl's (India) energy.
Getting our backyard ripped out and replaced last year : $8000.
Sitting on the backdeck watching over this bliss: priceless.

Now the crows...they are another thing altogether. I completely understand why a group of crows is called a Murder. It seems all thoughts turn to avian homicide when a clan of crows gather. I over heard various suggestions (overheard only because people who thought they were muttering, where actually yelling just to hear themselves over the noise) on crow culling from 3 of our 4 neighbours the other day and that only added to the various options I'd already come up with myself. Honestly, our Hometree (jacaranda) was like a Rockvegas Mobile in the '80's the other day. About 50...yes 50! crows had gathered there. It was like they were enjoying their own Host a Murder party or something...very loudly. Ok...it may have only been 20 of the feathery bastards... but they were VERY loud. Bring back the kookaburras I say! At least they are a lot more jovial in their company.
Anyway, we've decided we may invest in some weaponry...high muzzle velocity, telescopic sighting, massive volume water chamber....bring it on, the super water gun. He he he. Suggestions welcome. And I know, being mostly Coulter/Cagneys who read this blog, that there is quite a wealth of knowledge about such matters.

Quote of the Day: "How absurd you are!" says little 3 yo Esta to her mum.