There is tinsel in the shops so it must be time to start thinking about Christmas.

Specifically the annual Christmas card fiasco.

So…time to draw up the image.

That takes around about a day.

It takes another day to paint it.

Then…..it takes two months to figure out how we will get it scanned?

What weight and size card to print it on?

How many do we need?

Can we get envelopes to fit?

What colour should the envelopes be?

How can we get them printed without the whole experience being too costly?

…..and so it goes.

Well…the image is drawn and painted in October so surely they will get to their destinations before Christmas eve….surely.

This tiny little nest was waiting for me when I went out to hang the washing on the line this morning.

It had fallen gently down from the jasmine vine and landed on the greenery below.

Perfect in every way.

There’s even some toy stuffing that we left out for nesting material worked into the weave.

It took me a full hour and twenty minutes to work up the courage to open the plastic covering this copy of Australian Homespun Magazine.

Because those little mice perched up high on top of that great little chair are mine.

And so is their Toadstool house, little bed, table and chairs, wee twin bairn tucked up in their bed and of course their red sports car.

I had imagined that Mr Mouse was having a little mid-life crisis. Hence the red sports car.

However….I don’t think this can be true. He appears to be in the passenger seat so perhaps he’s just let Mrs Mouse take it for a spin around the block.

I love how cosy and snug the babies look with their whiskers catching the breeze.

This edition has Mr and Mrs Mouse in their stylish little rambling cloaks.

Along with the hot rod.

 Over the next two editions the furniture, babies and the toadstool itself will be featured.

Excuse my cruddy photography skills.

If you come to Frazzy Dazzles for the quality of the images you probably stopped popping by a loooong time ago!

Two little mice have to live somewhere right?

Although……

Nobody said that they could only have one residence.

There is another one too…..

This is Trinity Beans.

Trinity because it was the only name we could agree on and Beans because she’s just full of them!

She’s a Leo who enjoys sleeping next to someone warm, eating more bbq chicken than should probably be allowed and chewing toes. For preference the boys.

Her aspiration is to see exactly what the feathery chickens are for…and perhaps get close enough for a little taste. Just to compare to the bbq ones.

 At present she’s in danger of losing the use of her legs through being carried around like a baby too much by the boy.

One day he won’t be able to lift her.

I think they should both make the most of it while they can.

She is our new baby.

She is so very loved.

Because really….what’s not to love?!

Welcome to our little family Trinny.
I think it’s going to be a fun ride.

 Don’t the girls look terribly ordered and splendid?

Formation fowl!

Well, not really. Normally they’re a flighty, rag tag trio who sail around the yard.

Peep in the lead, Mrs Merle Pickle in the middle with little Shadow bringing up the rear.

 It was quite wonderful this morning.

Sitting on the cubby house steps drinking tea with the sun starting to warm the garden while the chickens muttered around my feet gathering up their grain.

 Everybody really should keep chickens.

It’s an utterly rewarding and wholesome thing to do…and it’s got nothing to do with eggs.

It’s about the creatures themselves. The company they offer and the uncomplicated little personalities they bring to the yard and family.

They are just lovely.

 Something that has perplexed me for days.

HOW do you transfer script to felt when you can’t hold the felt up to the light and trace a line…because felt isn’t see through?

I mean I can ‘write’ on felt and get the effect that I want but how do I, in words describe to someone else who I did it when they don’t write like I do?

 Many a image was transferred with tracing paper when I was little.

Maybe it would work with felt?

Or was I just going to end up with a whole lot of paper caught in stitches that would then drive me nuts?

 With one rip I was still skeptical about the method. Sure that I was going to end the experiment with tweezers in hand and a heightened sense of frustration.

 And then….like things never end up for me….the stitches were free and all was good.

Now if only cleaning up the state of mess that my workspace finds itself in at the moment.

Maybe I could cover it with tracing paper….will take a lot of tracing paper though.