Sticky fingers

 It's been blowing a gale here today, the trees at the bottom of the garden have been swishing around like a troupe of demented Tiller Girls. Best to stay indoors methinks. I'm trying to get some arty farty crafty work done and I am searching my head for ideas. I saw an exhibition of paintings in The Ropery Art Gallery on Saturday, and was amazed at how much the artist was asking for them, £300 - £600. How anyone could call them art I'll never know, they were utter crap. Squiggles and dollops and splashes of paint in no particular order. 

I reckon I can do better than that. I have something that needs a new lick of paint. It's hanging on the wall so I got it down and set to with my fingers to give it an arty farty look. The paint is taking a while to dry because it's not very warm in here, so the finished piece will not appear for a few days. I'll try and hasten the process with a hairdryer. You'll have to be patient, but I can say, it's looking good.  

While waiting for the paint to dry I got on with making a shopping bag out of fused plastic. I have posted about this before, it's where you iron layers of plastic together to make a strong piece which you can sew together on a machine. I made this one out of four bran flake bags and some clear plastic. Nice and cheerfull, and free.  

Here's another one I made out of a charity bag. You have to be carefull which charity bags you use because some of them are biodegradable and will fall to bits after a while. You want the ones which feel like plastic, and not flimsy paper.

Rocky has taken over the new cat cushion, and was watching me. He has a new friend to play with. They look sweet now, but half an hour before he was trying to chew Ted's arm off, ha ha.

It's nose to tail on the window sill now, ha ha. If they budge up a bit maybe all three will fit on there.

News from our cat rescue. Hey look at this amazing play station, isn't it fab. We rehomed this little girl last week, they called her Molly and sent us this pic. She has dropped lucky here, as all of our cats do because we check out the people who adopt them. Her owners say she loves this and sleeps in it, ignoring the bed they also bought for her. Isn't she a lucky little kitty.  

Janet took our new little boy Garfield, to the vet today for neutering. He has only been with us for a few days and already there has been enquiries for him. The vet and the receptionist are both wanting to adopt him. Isn't he gorgeous.

Blimey look at the time, I'd better get to bed. Goodnight.