Bunnies, a butterfly, bee and a bug

It has been far too long between posts. Largely, that is because a certain little person growing in my womb was causing no end of nerve pain for a vast majority of my pregnancy, making most simple things, like sitting and lying, rather unpleasant. Ok, extremely unpleasant! That put many things on hold, as getting sufficient rest and visiting hospital far too often became my regular routine. I did manage to squeeze in a few creative projects though- not too complicated and quite therapeutic until my sweet bubby was born. 

The bunnies are not an original me design. I'm quite sure it's Patsy Rabbit by Rachel Woodley. When i find the original Doll book, I will confirm.

As you can see, I went a bit crazy and, well, the rabbits just kind of  multiplied! Some of them made lovely gifts for cute kids, The rest will live with me until my little girl decides on her choice, and the rest will be gifts.

This mobile is an original design. I love gardens and all that they contain, so decided on this theme for a fun little mobile. 

I did several sketches until I landed on a design, and size I liked. Then it was a matter of choosing felt colours- that was the challenging bit- so much choice! 

The top section detail. The mobile is completely hand stitched. This top section has a layer of thick cardboard inside to give it some stability. The light green layers were stitched together first, then the dark green was added and stitched in place, and then the daisies, with the yellow centres last. The final detail was the leaf veins. Oops, nearly forgot-there are 3 pieces of ribbon that hang from this section- they were carefully sewn in during the light green stage.

Butterfly detail. Each part of this little guy is hand stitched, right down to his eyes and pink cheeks. It was such a relaxing way to create a precious item for my bubby's nursery. And she loves it, often chatting away to her new friends.

I had hoped long ago to bring you Mardi LOVES Lipstick! But someone didn't save her work on an external hard-drive did she, and now, all that information lives on a lonely internal hard-drive that calls no desk top home. I have been told to blog the process of purchasing the equipment necessary and the procedure to recover this information by my hubby. It will probably be a great experience for me, as it's already been a valuable lesson.

Just a brief blog, but at least I am back! So looking forward to getting creative and sharing it with you all once again. In the mean time, check out my recent blog, http://arabelleswindow.blogspot.com.au/ to see what I have actually been up to. 

Bye for now :)

Adventures with Beebe!

After what feels like an eternity, I'm back! Before I knew it, Christmas arrived, then New Years, then epic heat waves, all while growing precious cargo. Life has been exhausting, but wonderful too, with the exception of the heat waves. I loathe summer at the best of times...way to make it unbearable for me global warming.

So, as a reward for your patience, I am giving you not part, but all of Adventures with Beebe! Contain yourself- there's more! I'm starting back at the beginning because, after some searching, I found the original text, and feel it's only fair to include that too. It differs slightly from the last blog, as this one is narrated from the perspective of Lizzy, my eldest daughter.

I hope you enjoy it. As always, feedback welcome :)

Hi everybody!

I’m Lizzy, this is Sarah,

We have the best family- its true!

We live with mum and dad, but best of all,

Our home is Beebe the bus! How cool!

           As part of my home schooling

I have to write things down,

Journaling all that happens

As we travel around.

Our uncle Lellon gave us a call.

He sounded a bit blue,

So we packed all our gear and left Brisbane.

We knew what we had to do.

Cheer him up of course!

Beebe was the most excited.

She loved to travel with us.

We always did things together.

She’s the most amazing bus.

We passed the Glass House Mountains.

Sarah said giants must live inside.

Wow! I wonder if they come out when they’re bored

To watch the cars drive by.

When we arrived at our uncle’s farm,

Sarah and I wanted to play,

But uncle Lellon smiled and said

He had work for us to do today.

This didn’t sound like fun.

In fact, do you know what I think is true?

Uncle Lellon just wanted help

So he pretended to be blue.

Why didn’t he just ask us?

      We looked to mum and dad for support.

Hmmmmm! They conveniently turned away,

So we followed uncle Lellon

To see what he’d planned for the day.

Collecting eggs was our first job,

But it just wasn’t fair.

My uncle has too many chooks-

They lay eggs everywhere!

We’re supposed to collect how many?!

OOOOOMPH! Grumble,

HEAVE, STRUGGLE, GROAN

The next chore was feeding Soxy,

The constantly hungry horse.

Far out, this was tough!

Sarah helped of course.

Great!

Now uncle Lellon had run out of milk,

So he took us up to meet Bessie.

Milking by hand was no easy task.

OOPS!

Things got very messy.

Can’t we just go to the shops for a carton of moo juice?

Finally!

The work was done, we could have some fun!

A trip to Caloundra won the vote.

Mum made some food, I found the togs

While Sarah helped hook up the boat.

Mum’s manic food preparation is the best- yuuuuummm!

Oh no!

Beebe couldn’t fit in the boat

With all of us inside.

Dad asked Beebe to wait on land.

She nodded, and I think she cried.

I felt so sorry for Beebe.

I didn’t want to leave her behind.

How could I have fun now

With her sad face on my mind?

SPLASH!

Oh dear.

Dad wasn’t very happy.

He wasn't having fun.

Beebe had followed the boat

And dumped everyone.

Dad was incredibly stroppy,

We went back to the farm right away.

Dad gave Beebe ‘time to think’,

While we went out for the day.

Leaving Beebe behind two times in one day!

How could this be fair?

She didn’t mean to drench us

Or mess dad’s feral hair.

The rodeo at Woodford

Was the strangest sight to see.

Why did the horses jump ‘round and ‘round?

Had they been stung by a bee?

Or were they just in a mood like dad?

The sun had set when we finally returned.

What a long and exhausting day.

But back at the farm, all was not right-

Beebe had run away!

It was too dark to look now,

We would have to wait the night,

And start our big search

For Beebe come first light.

Getting to sleep without Beebe was hard,

I missed her and my own bed.

Dad was brave, he said not to worry

As he tucked me in and kissed my head.

Dad looked sad. I think he felt sorry for his temper tantrum.

Yet, I couldn’t get to sleep when dad left the room.

I thought country nights were quiet.

Up on the roof, I’m very sure,

Someone had started a riot!

I dreamed of Beebe all alone,

Lost in the bush all night.

Who would give her a cuddle

If something gave her a fright?

I hope you’re safe Beebe.

First thing in the morning,

Without a moments delay,

We started our search for Beebe,

Intent on finding her right away.

So, we looked high…

We looked low…

I’m sure we looked everywhere.

How on earth could such a big bus

Seem to vanish into the air?

I was really starting to worry,

Sarah felt anxious too,

So we put our ideas together,

Hoping to find a clue.

I know, maybe she got on a plane,

And parachuted into the sky.

Or maybe she built a cute rocket ship

And blasted off way up high.

These ideas seem very possible,

Beebe liked planes and space ships too.

But without a lot of proof,

There seemed little we could do.

Why didn’t mum and dad believe us?

What a tragedy and how unfair!

This really couldn’t be right.

After looking everywhere we could think of,

Beebe was nowhere in sight.

Losing Beebe was hard to face.

It really brought us down.

We all missed her so much,

We were the saddest family around.

The situation seemed hopeless.

It filled us with such despair.

After one last try to figure this out,

We all got the same idea.

Everyone in town was at Woodford,

The rodeo was on its last day.

We decided as a family to visit again

And look for Beebe along the way.

At the rodeo, we gals sat down,

Uncle Lellon and dad looked around.

Then I spied something familiar

About one of the rodeo clowns.

A bull with attitude charged up behind this clown,

Butting it you know where,

Sending this poor clown flying

Up and up through the air.

Ouch! That’s got to hurt.

With a THUD this clown came down,

Landing right where we were sitting.

After removing its hat and nose,

We’d found who we were missing!

Yay!!!

We had a BBQ to celebrate Beebe’s return,

It went on ‘til late at night.

We were happy to be back together

After such a horrible fright.

Dad apologized for getting angry.

Beebe was sorry for running away.

Sarah and I promised Beebe

To play with her everyday.

The next morning...

We had fun playing with Beebe,

Jumping on the trampoline all day.

We like it, except for when Beebe gets on

And bounces us…

There you have it, my first ever, fun little journal of our life in a 1969 Bedford bus! I had hoped to make the story even more exciting by adding hidden images to find on each page, but as yet, haven't completed that stage. But, I plan to. 

Hope you all enjoyed the read! Until next time, thanks again for visiting.