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Experiments in softies

Can I tell you about Grocer.

Grocer is an experiment, kind of like a little detour on the way to another softie.

I made Grocer on Sunday after shopping for necessary white goods, and he came together in just an afternoon and an evening. I did not measure a single thing, I simply tipped out the wool tub , picked up an old country road skirt and got started. (but I have worked on that gusseted head shape before ).

This is sooooo not me...... I am anal. No, really apart from the whole Librarian thing , I am seriously anal, I am not good at winging it. I draw, and sew , then redraw and sew, then start again and redraw some more - Remember the 13 elephant heads for Parsley and Beet?
I blame Sooz really, she is off there being all organic and creative and making spectacularly beautiful things as she strives and experiments and learns - she blows me away.

So, Grocer was meant to be an experiment...... and experiment in leg / bum joiny bits, and experiment in neck / head joins hidden by collars and an experiment in turny up feet fold bits - really just a set of disjointed parts,

But somehow along the way Grocer became more than the sum of his experimental parts and he became himself.

Thanks Sooz !

it helps that he some of that roguish charm that we, more mature ladies, like in our softies!

Out of the goodness of my heart

(With tongue firmly in cheek)

I am here to talk to you today about giving, spreading joy, lightening other peoples load......

It fills me with joy to know that sometimes my blog cheers people up, and makes them smile. It gladdens my heart that I can provide a little flicker of light in a darkened world. That this tiny portal into my perfect, rarefied existence helps people through their day....

In the spirit of self sacrifice and in an effort to lighten your day, I have to share with you all, my friends, one piece of information.

Yesterday I had to buy a new oven.

OK Go on, fall about laughing, piss yourself, snort hot tea out your noses.....make jokes at my expense.....

I deserve it!

and you know I'd do the same to you !

It would seem it is not best practice , when confronted with a sea of bubbly blue lava at the bottom of ones oven, to place oneself amidst the possible deadly fumes and try and scoop, spoon, spatula and woman-handle the molten burning hot lava out of the oven.... No ! It is best, apparently, to immediately cool the oven (how exactly???) and let the said molten lava reset before removing it. My slightly hysterical excavation of the blue chopping board burial site, caused said molten lava to access areas of the under-oven blue molten lava should not access.

I suspect we shouldn't have eaten the roast either.....

In my defense

BUT

In my defense,

I had spent THE WHOLE DAY cleaning......

or Nigella even.................

Would you like gravy with your oven-roasted plastic chopping board Madam?

Just like Martha!

I didn't realise how many people have yet to make the acquaintance of Mr Gocco, the little blue machine in the previous post. There is heaps of info about him online (Just search Gocco) .
Rumour has it that a camcorder will be making its appearance at our house for a birthday in Mid - January so maybe I'll do a little video of Gocco in action ? Yes?

It'll be just like Martha Stewart, there will be stylists and camera crews and sound people, there will be make-up artists and security and finished products prepared earlier.....

Or just me and the teenager if I can convince him to help, the kitchen bench and a whole lot of reality !

In the meantime , I 'll keep you posted !!

(groan)