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Last Friday my teenager forgot his lunch and I got an SMS a while later from him informing me of this, so I texted back instructing the use of the 'emergency money' in the front of his school bag.  Oh, you guessed it already, there was no emergency money left.  I wrestled with shall I not take the lunch and teach him a lesson or shall I celebrate the fact that I am a stay-at-home mum and can easily make the trip to drop off the lunch.  So, after calling Mr BeachCottage for co-parental advice, I took the lunch.  

This little jaunt had interrupted my beach walk so I decided I'd multi-task and walk the lunch in.  And this is when I found the phone.  I've been after one for AGES and have been looking for AGES.  I got that feeling you get where you kinda get all excited, wonder how much it is and grip it tightly so no-one else can steal it away.  

I collected a pile of plates and some napkins and took them to the woman in charge.  $3.  A pile of vintage Meakin plates, linen napkins and a phone…not a bad deal.  Stupidly I passed up a picnic basked full of vintage Tupperware beacause I was like "ah do I need another basket?"   Hello!!!! There was vintage Tupperware in it. 

Anyway I walked back to the car with a very heavy bag and chucked it on the front seat, as I drove back home I glanced over at the phone and was all smug and happy so I picked up the receiver and put it to my ear while I was driving.  I very, very quickly put it down again, what on earth was I thinking?  It's illegal to have a cell to your ear, this thing is HUGE.  I danced as I brought it into the cottage, plugged it in and it worked, there was a 'line'.  I got my cell and phoned it, oh the ring is fandabbydozy.  

Then someone phoned.  And I laughed my a** off when I answered.  Then Mr BeachCottage phoned and I laughed again, but I didn't tell him what I was talking to him on as I wanted him to hear the ring when he got home.  Now everytime the phone goes I rush to answer it.  I won't tell you that my kids think this is the MOST bizarre thing on earth, they're like "how do you work it", "how do you switch it off", "errrr mum you can't walk around with this thing".

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It's come to me attacking forlorn old frames, something weird happened when I sprayed it with primer though, it turned salmon pink, a for-real chemical reaction happening right there in front of me.






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Which meant this took longer than I hoped to get WHITE, though soooo not that long.  I also tried out sponge paint brushes for the first time, after some lovely blogger asked if I had used them before (sorry I can't remember who that was, I will go back and look), well they were very good, I felt all crafty and professional, which of course I really am not.  When I got this frame home I did wonder what the cork bit was for???  It's not quite big enough for a noticeboard and too small to tack anything of any size to…anyhow considering it was brown and icky and for some reason sprinkled with glitter, it's come out quite well (I printed the vintage guys and gals in bathers on my printer and stuck them in)…just wondering quite what to pin to the board.

 



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