I wish the kids were interested in the toys I had... Abby does play with the doll clothes, but J.T. finds my favorite books very boring. What's boring about Raggedy Ann's Cooking School? Or, Hush, Hush, It's Sleepytime...?
Sparkly Street Family Update.
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Last night I made a roast pork dinner for the family; Fixit and I loved it,
Climber quite liked it, Cherub ate it but didn't enjoy it. Ki...
Saturday in Perth #3
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Cottesloe beach.
I've refrained from the usual photo of Indiana Tea Rooms with the Pylon
looming large in the background because I want to try to convey ho...
From my imagination
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Sometimes when I imagine something I’m able to capture it exactly. Then
after I work out all of the maths involved… I cut it straight out of fabric
and I s...
Postcards Twenty One
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Dear All
I was never good at taking the kids to the park. I did, very often. Living
in inner Sydney meant that that was what you did to guarantee your chi...
Relax?
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I've just come back from a massage. Nothing special, just a neck, shoulders
and back massage at the Chinese massage place in the local shopping centre.
I'v...
Is touch-typing relevant in the 'i' universe?
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*You know, at one time there must’ve been dozens of companies making buggy
whips. And I'll bet the last company around was the one that made the best
go...
The year in pictures - 2010
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Hi there! It's hard to believe its been over a year since my last post.
Here are some pics to show whats been happening around our house. Lots of
chang...
Even Monkeys Learn
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I've been keeping busy with lots of sewing as I just got a new sewing
machine last month. My other machine works fine for piecing, but was just
not cutting...
Change
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I have changed the name of my blog. When I first started this blog I have
to admit I was a little lost. I had just gotten out a really terrible
situation...
5 comments:
I'm impressed by the lack of dust under your bed Melinda! I'm scared to look under mine!
Ohhh, look at those itty bitty white shoes. How on earth does Rob get his feet into THOSE?
The owl clock?
Belongs to Rob???!!!
One day I hope to have a bed.
Believe it or not the shoes belong to Abby.
The owl clock was mine when I was 3, Abby found it in the attic. I don't actually play with it anymore.
I wish the kids were interested in the toys I had... Abby does play with the doll clothes, but J.T. finds my favorite books very boring. What's boring about Raggedy Ann's Cooking School? Or, Hush, Hush, It's Sleepytime...?
I think Rob had cooler toys than I did.
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