Nice bright day though it did rain on us a bit. I insisted we decant two small bottles of Sloe gin "in case we bumped into anyone we knew" to some eye rolling. We walked up the back lanes the main road was surprisingly busy. (way back a few years ago grandma had been rushed to hospital and we had set out on boxing day to walk to the hospital 14 miles each way! only some kind soul gave us a lift there, and another stopped and gave us a lift home!) anyway we trudged happily and we did indeed bump into a friend, in fact the friend who lives in a caravan in the very field the sloes were gathered from. He was cycling to go swimming in the sea, which to us is nuts, but is his normal day things. Anyway we got to grandmas, we were welcomed in with, "come in then"...eat crackers and cheese (not really safe to eat much else there) and made a thing out of exchanging the presents, the lad acted very pleased, the wife showed off some shoes she got weeks ago for xmas....and me, the person who ferries her round, runs around collecting pills at a moments notice, the one who takes her out Saturdays and shopping every week... a demisting pad...for a car i don't have any more..thanks a bunch.
To me though the real sight and smell of Christmas is Butterbur, the odd wild flower that delights in flowering on the most nasty dirt and cold days, sending out a warm spicy perfume.
I found a bit of "police do not cross" tape right on the spot we hit and opposite was a wreath, looks like we weren't the first but possibly the luckiest. .......
Of course i often forget to wear them at all or on one occasion i did pick up a hot bowl caused them to melt a bit (and cause an awful stink).
Ones i have found really useful are the disposable Nitrile gloves (the blue ones) they come in 100 glove boxes. Great for dabbling in vineger or fixing the car (though grease and oil rapidly degrades them)..
There it is at the back of the table next to the heart bowl. It has been much admired and now its moved along.
Notice Rose's stuff on the table we shared (such confidence ah) Great cats!
Notice we also bagged the single most important bit of equipment at an art show, comfy chairs!
I then painted over with Cyan emulsion i has laying about. leaving a stylish white bit showing. I then found some small of cuts of copper pipes, acquired when the mother in law had central heating fitter to her old council house. They were about 2 inches long so i cut them along and hammered them flat. Annealing cleaning then i drew some birds on them, cut them out and shaped them with my trusty small hammer. Sliped into the slot with trusty "super" glue the looked a treat, but did take much longer than i planned. This one was the very first.
For reasons of "it just would wouldn't it" I just checked on a proper computer...and the clip fails to work, but it does in the Android youtube app....god knows why.
I did take pics but..last week I lent the camera to a tech savy sixteen year old, to take pics of me masquerading as a rock star for his Rock magazine media studies project. Yes really! And he changed all the settings and for the life of I couldn't get any non fuzzy pics until the battery's ran out. I will try again tomorrow.
First thought was, make the silver shank soft. I'm used to copper, but apparently silver is slightly different, get it red hot and let it cool down,rather than quench it. However I found my torch is more suited to melting roof pitch than delicate work and it sort of melted the surface so it looked like tree bark! This tipped even me off that I was rather out of my depth. So I consulted with a local jeweler. This confirmed I was indeed in deep water. So off to Kernowcraft for supplies again.
Not three miles away lives an old lady, the mother in law. I take her shopping every week and out for an airing on Saturdays. On just such an innocent trip I happened to mention that I intended to visit Kernowcraft ( http://www.kernowcraft.com/) out Peranporth way, she expressed and interest in going along, so wife and old dear in tow, that's where we went, it was there the trouble started. The old dear loves opals, there were opals on the front counter, blithely she announced she wanted an opal, selected one (£98!) . I did wonder just where this was going but....well if you reach 90 years your sort of entitled to indulge yourself. She then announced that I would, and had agreed, to make her a silver opal ring...my eye met the wives and I raised an eyebrow, I had no knowledge of agreeing to anything, but, hell, I'm all about the quiet life so I nodded, shuffled about and wondered as she chose the stone, I did intervene to point out I needed a bit of silver for the back, some for the ring and a bit of 'gallery' to go round the edge. Thinking on my feet, I was already there planning.