Stitches, Craft and Random

I keep forgetting to tell my (horsey) sister that I've finally been inside Caulfield Race Track! But only because I went to the Stitches & Craft show last Friday, not a live horse in sight. The happening place to be for blogger-types was definitely the Ric-Rac stall with Jodie and her Mum. Everybody comes to visit Jodie. Her stall was a hive of bloggers and blog-readers. Jodie's Mum is very good value, I have to say, despite the evil eye (apparently it was a bit red on the train and the next thing they knew, evil). And Jodie's stall was ace, her stuff is all wonderful, her packaging is superb and she uses Australian currency to stabilise a couple of her soft toys. It's true! She's a great girl, is Jodie.

(Jodie's Mum, Jodie and another blogger whose name I've forgotten. Sorry about the blurry shot! and look! spot my tap poster on Jodie's stall wall.)
While I was there I met Tania (Myrtle and Eunice) and Cindy (Bug and Pop) and forced them to have their photo taken with me in front of Tania's extraordinary crafty sandwich board (all hand-sewn and the best blanket-stitching I've ever seen!), and I am, as threatened, posting said photo because I am a woman of my (evil) word.

(That's Tania on my left and Cindy on my right)
I also got to hang out with Stacey (Sheeps Clothing) and watched in awe as she got people to crochet or knit small objets at the Craft Bar. She's very good, you know. I watched her crochet demo, and thought I could do that crocheting thing. I didn't though, no seats left at the baaa (that's a woolly joke for you there, you're welcome). Stacey and I ventured downstairs to check out Shannon (Aunty Cookie) getting all the high stuff down for short people at the Kelani Fabric stall. I meant to take a picture of the red and white cookie skirt she had on her stall because it was so lovely but we were too busy chatting. I also met Curlypops, bought some Pippijoe craft panels but was too shy to introduce myself, agonised about whether to get the purple key fabric from the Ink & Spindle stall but decided I'd already spent enough at that stage and somehow, on my way out, ended up sitting down for a sewing machine demonstration with Pat from Camberwell Sewing Machines because she made me.

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Just days after I was wondering to myself whether it wasn't time to throw out all our playdough, the boys rediscovered it of their own accord and have been having a wonderful time playing with it. So I guess it stays.


(playdough being squished out as hair)

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Basil is settling in fantastically. He's lovely. And a bit posh. Prefers his water from a glass. Thus:

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Climber has a laugh trigger game with his best friend at school. He says a series of words and the friend tries not to laugh. His friend can never not laugh. The laugh trigger words are:
Raspberry plastic ticklebear
If that doesn't break him up, Climber then says:
Elbow
and:
Popcorn.

He tried it on me, and I didn't laugh the first time, but somehow the combination of repetition, 2 giggling boys and those quite silly words has turned it into a laugh trigger for me too. I can just make it through him saying raspberry plastic ticklebear, but elbow gets me every time.