Moogsmum's Monday Monkee Magic

Whilst we were taxi-ing the kids to their Saturday morning activities the postman left me a card telling me there was a package waiting for me at the sorting office.
I had a sneaking suspicion what it might be so after quickly throwing the children into school this morning and sprinting home I drove like an F1 driver to the sorting office to collect said parcel.
After a short (40 minute!!!) queue I got my eager mitts on my parcel and then exercised more restraint than I thought possible - I actually took it home and used scissors to open it just so's I could photograph the process for your delight!

Now what could this pretty package contain?

Ooh, look it's just as pretty on the inside...

Any idea what this might be?

A breach birth obviously...

Nearly there. You may be able to tell what it is.

Yippeeeeeeeeee!!!

It's my beautiful Monkee prize from the lovely Monkee Maker.

Welcome to your new home gorgeous!

Oh so pretty. I have to say she's even more gorgeous in the flesh (knit?).

She's been rechristened Ruby.

The first thing I did was introduce her to the Moog but neither of them seemed too keen on the idea.

Then we had to pop round to my friend's for coffee and chocolate cake which Ruby seemed to enjoy. As you can see safety is paramount.

The afternoon was spent preparing a lovely fish pie for tonight's dinner.

But Ruby was not at all keen. I think it was the smoked haddock that really put her off.

By this stage Ruby was feeling very hungry and looking a little pale as the chocolate cake had gone down. For heaven's sake woman, an empty cake tin? What's that about? You got a Monkee in the house now. This thing needs to be kept full at all times!




Phew! Not a total dead loss on the Monkee food front you'll be pleased to know. See, those cheeks are looking pinker already...

Ruby stayed at home whilst I went to fetch the kids. She was tired from her busy day and didn't fancy the walk up the big hill on the way back.

Minx took to her immediately (of course!) and showed her the best TV programmes to watch:




Sausage is playing a bit harder to get and is doing the whole 'See how many strange positions you can make the Monkee get into and how much can you humiliate a knitted Monkee' thing but I saw him looking at her and I know it's just a bluff. He's as smitten as the rest of us.

DH played a similar game by pretending to chop her head off with a light sabre but d'you know, she didn't even flinch and I think he actually felt quite foolish. They are now sitting together watching a fascinating Dispatches programme about the housing crisis.

You go girl! Don't let those boys get to you :o)

There is one boy round here with a much softer side and that's Bozo, the Minx's cuddly Monkee Boy. As you can see they are already good friends:


I tell you that girl can flirt!

So with the week starting on such a high note it can only be good, can't it?

The rest of this week is all about sewing, sewing, sewing - 11 days to my first school fair and just 5 bags made so far. Not going to panic. Really. Not at all.

I'm going to make my 75th 'to do' list - and then I'll panic!!

Thanks once again for all your lovely comments recently. I've been utterley pants at replying but I really do love getting your comments and will be working on the replying thing.

If you tried to make the muffins I hope they came out ok. Mine seemed a little dense this time so I may reduce the flour to 9 or 10oz and see how they go. They all got eaten though but we did have to grumble a bit about how heavy they were =)