Wednesday, February 15, 2012


I took advantage of the rain storms the other day to put my greens out to be rinsed once more, by Mother Nature. Green both literally and figuratively! (I take my jokes where I can find them, trust me, there's not a lot of hilarity round here at the moment).

Normally I just get the unmixed colours but I bought something called "bright green" with the last batch of dye powders, and here it is. Looks like bright green to me! Dye that does what it says on the box, ain't that something.

This is number two son hacking into the beautiful and treasured newly-dried and ironed green hand-dyes for some dodgy craft project (involving moshlings I think).

This is me trying not to mind.


  1. That look is so unsettling that's exactly how my mother looks at me every time I see her and I've not lived at home for 18 years now.
    Stop by for my quilt givaway to guess my babys b-day and weight.

  2. they're only young once... okay, what's a moshling?

  3. Giggle.

    Yes, indeed, what is a moshling?

    I like the way you put on your lipstick before taking the most unflattering picture you could of yourself.

  4. That, Isabelle, is the wonder of long-life lipstick. I put it on at 8 in the morning before leaving for work and it sticks to my face until dinner time. God only knows what's in it.

    And moshlings are the pets of moshi monsters ... Current obsession of six year old girls the world over (and of number two son).