Do you remember that I met Miss Marzie at stitches and Craft? That, apparently lovely friendly crafter.....well, It would appear she is an agent of mind control. I know it is hard to believe isn't it?
She is sneaky alright, you hardly even know its happening. But slowly and insidiously she plants thoughts in your mind and then reinforces them until you have no control over your own mind and you bow to her great will. I know you may find this difficult to comprehend , that sweet mild-mannered crafter, but trust me it's true.
I have proof.
Exhibit A : Check out this seemingly innocent comment on this post about the need to make cowboy and Indian dolls. (She comments as Cathy). Seems innocent enough and I discounted the idea as too difficult.
Exhibit B: Whilst chatting at Stitches and appearing to praise my dollies, she again reiterated the need not desire guys but NEED for me to make cowboy and Indian dolls. She poo-pooed my concerns about the level of difficulty and told me they would be so cute.
So the original seed of thought was planted and now it began to grow.
Exhibit C: Not content with leaving me to ignore her advice, she followed up with a comment on this post ,again with the cowboys and Indians.
That was it !!! I would like to say I was strong enough to withstand her brain invading thoughts but I wasn't I succumbed to the pressure and began....................................................................................
From here on in it is all her fault.
- One small forest worth of kitchen towels destroyed in pattern-making - Blame Miss Marzie
- One bottle of red wine drunk - Blame Miss Marzie (and your lucky I stopped at one)
- Two nights of popping out of bed(very late) to quickly scribble things on a bit of paper that just might work - Blame Miss Marzie
- One exasperated visit to Lincraft to wander around aimlessly because I didn't really know what I want - Blame Miss Marzie
- Endless hours of Internet time wasting looking up cowboys and cowboy hats (actually there was some serious eye candy involved in that search which was an unexpected bonus) - Blame Miss Marzie.
- Flying dash to the supermarket to replace the Easter chocolate I may have needed to eat to keep my strength up during hobby horse pole insertion.- Blame Miss Marzie.





So, this is Isak, one of the cheekiest little cowboys you are ever likely to meet. He has a lovely horse called Marzie and he loves to tie things up.

He is not allowed to play with guns so he is just a "chasing-cows" cowboy not a "shooting-things" cowboy.
O.k , apart from his general naughtiness, he is pretty cute, difficult but cute.

If he lassos me , or his horse poops on my carpet I am blaming you Miss Marzie!!!!


Now don't think he is peeping out shyly here guys...he is merely cocking an eyebrow and checking the place out.

We were very excited at the thought of catching up with all the celebrity
Actually the only decent photo I got all day was my lunch ! It must be a dead giveaway that you are a blogger when you take out your camera to photograph your lunch!
Off we headed to the Living Creatively stand. They had the cutest set-up !! I met 



Triple EEEEKKKKK .....look at all these selvedges.... I am so getting organised. I am going to sort them by the predominant colour and eventually (like in a number of years) make a quilt - truly! Thank you so Much Em, you have really helped the cause.
Whilst the hedge and bushy things (I am such a gardener) are still alive, all the grass is totally dead. In fact this was about as close as I got to the outside world yesterday - it has been stinking hot, and I was on the edge of cranky old witch all day.

I would love to make a big quilt out of selvedges - I know , this from a person who has yet to finish the one and only
This bag took almost 40 strips of selvedge - can you imagine how many I would need for even a little quilt- and there is almost no fabric at my place with selvedge still attached.
I don't even know why I like them so much, they just appeal to me.
Saturday night
Monday 
