A suitably blurry image of the back view of a little lavender bag I made for my new friend. To show the front would give the game and the identity away and I don't want to do either. What a little tease I am. However I will reveal my first reason to rejoice - this morning at first light a flat bed lorry rocked up at my door disgorging not only two ouvriers (French workmen) but equipment which looked like the industrial version of something gynaecological - it was the dredded ramoneurs! They'd come to sweep my chimney and there was no escape. I feel another picture coming on.
Well done Mary-Sue of Wyoming, it's a vintage coat hanger and quite a posh one at that. Nicked no doubt by a distant relative in the late 1930's. And what am I going to do with it? Nothing illegal or that would bring tears to your eyes. I'm going to festoon it with little home-made hearts to brighten up an otherwise dull corner of my bathroom and turn these grotty pipes into a must-have statement of chavvy-chic. It's an Essex thing.
Back with the ramoneurs - in France it's obligatory to have the chimney swept every year otherwise the household insurance is not valid. While the dogs and I cowered in the bedroom they stomped all over the roof and made noises up the flue that I'd prefer to leave to the imagination then after relieving me of a cheque for 65 euros they vanished into the morning mist. Quick roll on the drums, fanfare of trumpet,and a huge sigh of relief - they left the place spotless.
Here's one I made earlier and the first of many little "heartlets" I intend making today. The clapped out old box thing behind I found at our local tip. I must stop going there as I always end up coming home with more old nonesense than I took. Reason two - hot on the heels of the sweeps I had a return visit of the heating engineers with the final radiator - and about bloody time too!
I came across this the other day while rummaging in a dark corner (no, they can't touch you for it) and decided to give it a bit of an airing. It's a Long Dog freebie from 2006 and before you ask, I can't even find my copy of the chart.
The demon twosome managed to fit the radiator, a task which involved even more drilling of holes in walls, and get everything done and tidied away before lunch without so much as even a slight dredging of dust. I'm feeling a little faint. I'll just sit down for a moment while you try and guess which Long Dog design this snippet comes from:
While my luck seems to be holding I think I shall nip down to the tabac in the village and buy a couple of scratch cards and in the meantime I want more of you lot to become my followers and friends. No Mary-Sue of Wyoming to the ends of the earth won't be necessary. How can I possibly plan exciting give-aways, freebie downloads or competitions for just five of you - oh come on, you can do the maths. It's like talking to myself so just think on. Now where did I put those van keys?