Party at the Chookshed!

I was there..... in fact I still am!    

Right now I'm feeling like the party guest you find next day crashed out behind your sofa oblivious to the fact that everyone else has gone home.   Just who decided there should be an International Date Line.   Why can't we all live in the same moment.... it would be a whole lot easier.   Especially when it comes to virtual parties on opposite sides of the world.   Hummm.... suppose that would mean half the planet would have to be nocturnal..... perfect for Mac.

OK.... back to the point.     Happy Birthday Chookshed!!    Thank you Chookyblue for inviting us all round to celebrate.   

I got up with the larks on Saturday determined not to miss a minute of the party  (I know... I'm 13 hours or thereabouts behind)  some of you might have already been heading up to bed with your cocoa or be totally blotto on bubbles!      See that lovely morning sun sneaking in the window......

I wasted no time finishing up the last bits of applique for the second block of In My Garden and getting them trimmed to size ready to piece.    Had to do some real maths to work out just how the scrappy border was going to fit.   Didn't have a centimetre of fabric to spare.... phew!

Then it was outdoors for a photo shoot (!)      Snails in the flower bed.......

Bugs in the Astrantia........

And pears...... tree fulls of pears!

At this point in the proceedings I was going great guns...... so tell me.... why did I shoot myself in the foot?

This is how it happened.      As you may or may not know my mum spends most weekends with us.  She knits!      Now... as I've been trying to get her interested in hand stitching for years I seized the opportunity to tell her she couldn't come to the stitching party if she didn't actually stitch!   We had a  long argument over whether or not knitting stitches qualified  however  she finally caved in when I showed her the bag of chocolates that I wouldn't give her unless she picked up a sewing needle.

Can't say she was all that keen though.....

The mutterings of discontent did subside after a while.   However,  she wasn't prepared to admit she might actually be enjoying herself.    I however... have evidence.   I'll let you decide if she was having fun or knot.......

What about me?   What else did I do?

I ate chocolates.... drank tea and gazed longingly at the photograph of the project I was desperate to start work on and couldn't....... because if I took my eyes of mum for a second her running stitch ran away with her... her backstitch went forwards and she hog tied herself with French knots!  

Finally mum went to bed and I could at last crack open some vino to toast the Chookshed and boy did I toast it... a whole bottles worth!  Yummo... as they say in the Antipodes ;o)

I swear I didn't give any vino to Maisie but........

that kitten certainly knows how to party till she drops!

OK.... I'm going now.    I've taken mum back to her own home and there is still a little bit of Sunday left for me to do something nice with.      I'll be back tomorrow to show you what happened to the fruits of my mothers labours and what I get up to tonight...... hummm... that might not be such a good idea!    There will be more vino.... white for tonight then that's me on the waggon.... till I fall off again!  

Have a great whatever day of the week you are reading this on........  

See ya very soon
Hugs
Josie