Thursday, 30 April 2009

The week that got away

Where did that week go? Had a great time doing the Regional Day in Penrith and good to meet some blog followers. They all asked about Smudge and were told to look at Clive's shoes for his latest exploit. They were his respectable black leather shoes, only worn on posh occasions. They are now his 'very scratched by a certain bad cat' shoes. He'd obviously been in the wardrobe.

Had a chance to go for a lovely walk around Ullswater and found this tree trunk, decorated by coins - great texture.

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It has been all work since I got home - on the mags and on the books. All coming on well. As I haven't had time to attack my catalogue here are three from the Catalogue Killers group. this is by Genie.

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This one is from Jen.

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Before and after.

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Finally this is from the Wabbit - you may remember her horrible neighbour did away with her catalogue. This one has been in her dishwasher but she doesn't recommend this - she is still dealing with the pulp that got away!

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To finish - this pic below is from an asylum seeker from next door. They have a newish cat who is a nasty piece of work and all their cats hide in our garden. This one is taking refuge from the rain under my spraying table (two bricks and a paving slab that is great for using spray cans of paint).

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6 comments:

Heather said...

At least Clive can still wear his shoes - we had a puppy who actually ate the back of one of my husbands good country brogues. Glad you had a good time and hope you got to relax a bit. Those catalogues look wonderful - I must do more work on mine.

Judy said...

Maggie,

I am amazed what you can do with dead catalogues.

Wabbit said...

I'm so glad you had a good getaway. Jackie told me she was delighted to find out who her visitors were! Poor Clive's shoes.

Once, I had sorted out all the laundry into loads ready to put into the washer but went out before I started. We came home to the bad girl dog laying on top of a pile of our undergarments with the crotches chewed out. She was chewing on the heel of one of his dress shoes and had the nerve to wag her stumpy little tail when we came in!

I laughed and laughed when I saw my pulpy catalog on your blog. Don't kill yourself getting our treats out to us. We want you to be around for many, many more!

Wabbit said...

Oh I meant to comment on what a pretty cat your neighbor has. And to ask how all the coins got on the tree? It looks so cool!

jenhen said...

Hi Maggie

Thanks for making my day... am so thrilled that a photo of something I created is on your blog. A real honour.

Love the spraying table (and cat too!). Will rush outside now and construct a similar one for myself.

Jen

Beverly Ash Gilbert said...

Love the soft colors and folds on the peachy catalog.

Pulp in the dishwasher? Almost as bad as putting in hand dish soap... quite funny after it is all cleaned up.