Waiting, ironing and more waiting

Heh, heh, heh - I have to say, I lurve needle felting. This is Eduarde d'Bear who emerged from a large wodge (technical term) of mustard coloured wool fibre last night and only involved a single stabbing injury.

Here he is meeting Clarence (snail) and Albert (lamb) this morning and enjoying a bit of Autumn warmth in the conservatory.

Eduarde takes his security blanket everywhere with him - in the form of an abstracty arty leaf shaped piece of felt.


So apart from 3 hours ironing, taking photos, reading blogs and reading Cotton Time issue 9 it has been a day of little craft around here.

It's been a day of waiting.....waiting......waiting....

I don't do waiting.

I've been expecting my embellisher to turn up today. It was not a firm promise that it would arrive today. It was a suggestion that it might. Which I took as an it would.

It didn't.

I even resorted to taking some photos of this:


See how it is trying to pretend I'm not there. And (I know - shouldn't start sentences with and - just happens sometimes) more to the point pretending it is not sitting on my new cushion covers :o)

Also pretending that it is not in the slightest bit responsible for this:



The Moog doesn't have too many annoying habits apart from overdoing the woofage at times i.e. anytime involving fireworks, the moon out during the day, birds twittering, hot air balloons, random noises. However, she does like to rip up tissues. This is not normally a problem as I'm pretty hot on making sure no tissues are accessible but this week it is Tissue City round here. Everywhere I go tissues. Everywhere I don't go tissues. Just lots and lots of tissues.

The law of averages would determine she was bound to find a nice tasty chewy one at some point. Despite the evidence to the contrary I had only vacuumed this morning.

'Spose that's what you get for rescueing a highly strung Border Collie.

Here's some Moog facts if you're interested:

Rescued at the age of 19 months

Had been in rescue centre for 2 months

Had been allowed to have 2 litters of pups by the time she was 17 months old - I know :(

Her pups had been dumped as newborns, rescue centre found where they were from and rescued Moog too - they were all totally bald with mange

She's now 12 and still thinks she's 2

She chases cats

If said cats stand their ground the Moog stands and whistles and pretends they are not there

She does not think she is as a dog - don't think she ever met any as a pup

She hairs everywhere

She loves swimming but only to fetch a stick - never for the sake of it - working dog, see

She has inate border collie instincts - when playing runs off and then circles round and then lies down to wait for ball/stick/whatever to be thrown

Loved her Granny so much - when Granny was very ill and couldn't sleep, one time when we were staying with her, the Moog sat on the sofa and cuddled her all night - she NEVER cuddles anyone

So that's the Moog in a nutshell - rather large coconut sized one but there she is!

Off to stick pins into myself again

xx