It's not here yet Charlie Brown

A few months ago I put out a call to all Aussie temari makers (the ones I am in contact with anyway) about making a bulk order of Barbara Suess' new book. I have noticed some American temari makers have begun receiving their copies but ours are still en route. I know they are in the mail, so until they arrive here I will be crying by my empty mailbox until they arrive. Actually the books are coming in two large boxes which I imagine will need to be collected from the post office.

I have seen an electronic version of the book during a Skype meeting with Barb so I know it will be worth the wait. If you missed the chance to order with our group you will still be able to get a copy direct from Barb, she will probably even sign it if you ask nicely, here is the link. Also if you don't own a copy of her other books you might be able to grab them too.

My hubby forced me to clean out my crafting room today so there is room to fit my new temari book in there, assuming I ever put it down that is.

Happy Mother's Day

What a busy day we've had. Breakfast in bed with Mr W (luckily he sat on his Dad's side of the bed so the toast crumbs aren't on my side of the bed), followed by gifts. Then off to his Soccer match where we distributed 50 cupcakes to all the Mum's standing on the sidelines. I made them yesterday and 'employed' four of the siblings from a child in our (and another) team... I 'paid' them in cupcakes if they promised to say Happy Mother's Day to all the Mums as they went.

Then back home to get the dessert ready for lunch at my Mum's house. Cupcakes of course were one option but the main dessert was baked vanilla cheesecake with cream and mandarin segments. We were so late, arriving at 1:45pm, after getting held up by rubber-neckers* looking at an accident, a breakdown, road works, and every traffic light being red (there are almost 20 sets) all the way there. When we got there we were starving and so was everyone else. I made photo soaps for Mum and Miho. They got 4 each, all with a different picture, soap colour and scent. I forgot to take a photo, but trust me they were super cute. Mum gave us both a flat tin bucket to put our gardening seed into. Miho gave me a loofah that she grew in her garden (and I always thought they were from the ocean) and Miss D hand painted the wrapping paper.

At 5 we were cleaning up and heading home by 5:30 (this time we got green lights about half the time) and we had snappy toasted sandwiches for dinner.

What a lovely day! Hope you were able to be with the people you love today. Only 365 days until next Mother's Day.

I've misplaced the temari I made, but tomorrow I will find and photograph it... I promise!

* A rubber-necker:  Person who cranes, stains or otherwise awkwardly turns their head and stares while passing the scene of something interesting (usually morbid in nature).

This is usually seen and performed while driving past the scene of an accident, or any other incident where there are police, firemen or ambulances with lots of flashing lights, this action results in slowing down the flow of traffic and occasionally causes another accident.

Huston we have a problem...

Today I had my first senior moment*, and boy was it a doozy*!

I had a 30 minute window of time to visit the post office before I picked Mr W up from school today. I went in and paid for my articles and headed back out the door. I glanced at my receipt and I noticed that one article of postage had been overcharged by more than $3, OK that isn't the end of the world or anything but I pay enough money in postage on a regular basis so I turned around and went back for a refund. (no this is not the senior moment)

After a 15 minute conversation with the post master they accepted that they screwed up and gave me the refund. I figured I must have been getting short on time so I raced out to the car, clicking my unlocking clicker as I got close to the drivers door. (senior moment coming up) I thought it was weird that the central locking didn't make that unlocking sound, but thought maybe I just didn't hear it or I was too far from the car to have heard it... so I pulled on the door handle but the car was locked. Weird! Oh well maybe this was Karma for hassling the Post Office. So I clicked the clicker again, still there was no familiar sound... and the door still didn't open when I pulled the handle.

(insert senior moment here) I tried this same sequence of clicking the clicker and pulling on the door handle about 3 more times before I got fairly frustrated and for reasons unknown glanced into the car... and then I discovered the car I was attempting to get into was not actually my car! Oh for shame! The car I was trying to get into was the same colour, make and model as mine... in fact it was even parked in the same spot I had parked my car in ... yesterday. My car was actually parked across the other side of the aisle.

Here is a diagram to complete the picture of my first senior moment.

Now attempted stealing of a motor vehicle would have been fun (not!) to explain my way out of had the real owner come along and seen me trying to get into their car... or worse a police officer!

At least I still have my sense of humour intact, I nearly choked on my dinner due to laughing so hard as I told DH and Mr W this story tonight. Mr W merely rolled his eyes and sighed, that took me back about 30 years to when I used to do that as a child.


Doozy: something bigger, more difficult or more spectacular than usual.
Senior moments are lapses of memory, logic or mental function which is atypical or unusual. The individual suffering the event, may not necessarily be advanced in age. Also related are the Brain Fart, Pregnant Pause or Menopausal Moment (depending on age and experience... and I guess gender) all relate to a brief moment of loss of transmission before returning to regular programming.

I have a new temari to share next time.