anyway, Arnold was a great role model for me - and I see Mr Obama is also a self confessed Conan fan!
I asked Penny if she had any colours in particular that she liked and I would look thru my stash and find something appropriate ...
and she said that she liked muted pinks, greens and creams. Plus I could also see her warrior-type-style from her etsy shops and her blog so I looked thru my threads and
hmmm - 3 bleachings + a tub of lemon juice + 1 dye remover = 2 bits of fabric that are now as strong as a spiders web in a hailstorm and held together by their few remaining threads!
One day when Cimmeria was still very young and had just left the nest he got caught up in a bramble bush. He had no idea how it happened but before he knew it he was in the middle and trapped by thorns and branches and just couldn’t get out.
He squealed for mama and she came running straight away and managed to snip the branches with her teeth and tear the thorny ones out of the way with her big paws but not before little Cimmeria was covered in scratches and some rather deep cuts! My, my, what a sight he was – a tufty baby and only just out of the nest!
Normally the mid term kinder babies were the ones ending up with such furrows in their fur from their rough play games but Cimmeria had beaten them all to it! His mama licked him better straight away and pulled out a couple of wayward thorns. Not once did he flinch though, he merely blinked an eyelid as if a bee had buzzed by too close. Mama was rather surprised as the thorns really were very sharp though she suspected that his pride was damaged the most, not so much his tiny frame.
Shortly after that excursion he was amusing himself on the mountain scree, after being enticed up there by some goats. Well, well, to add a bit more insult to his already injured coat he found himself in a landslide and couldn’t hop out of the way fast enough, unlike his more nimble footed and longer legged goat friends! All the way down to the bottom of the slope did he go, amongst those rough and sharp rocks and bits of old, dried branches and spiky sticks! Mama was indeed shocked when he came in for dinner that night. More blood to be licked up, and goodness me, so many cuts and scrapes and missing patches of fur!
He was getting a bit of a reputation amongst the other babies for being a bit of a daredevil, though Cimmeria surely wasn’t one, he knew that. It was just that things seemed to happen around him and he really wasn’t afraid of much at all so he had no fear of climbing out onto the weakest branch, or jumping onto the smallest, slippiest rock in the fast flowing river or slinking between the tiny gaps in the largest nettle patches, nope, he had very little fear of things. And so the other babies learnt by his mistakes about what not to do when out and about! But ofcourse some of them were just a little bit jealous of him as they thought he must be having much more fun than them!
Cimmeria’s mama tried to get him interested in a couple of more sedentary pursuits to give his furless patches time to grow over and the wounds to heal and one day she came back from her excursions around the meadow with a small present for him. He unfolded the piece of paper she was carrying and out fell some grey plastic pieces! Wow! what’s this mama? he gasped in delight, and she said that it was a tiny fighter plane that had to be glued together, and to go and get some sap from the pine tree to help you. She pointed to the sheet to show him the instructions and immediately his keen green eyes lit up and off he scampered to the conifers. Cimmeria found a fallen cone and scratched some bark away from a trunk then tore at the tree skin to get the amber glue running and before long the cone had collected some of the sticky gold in its open flanges. Cimmeria got to work putting those grey bits together and before the day’s end he had nearly assembled it. Mama was so proud of him! and he was rather chuffed himself! plus – not a cut or scratch in sight!
Cimmeria is looking forward to dozing cosily on your armchair and would like the French doors left open a little please as he will still be going out to play and explore and do all those things that youngsters love to do. Some might call it getting into trouble, but goodness me! ofcourse it’s not. And make sure to make room on the shelf for his plane too thanks. He has finished it now (it’s a little Supermarine Spitfire Mk.1a) and he just adores it!
And he is wanting to add to his collection so if you could kindly bring some more of these grey plastic bits home for him to stick together that would be super. He’s not needing any glue mind, he will get some more sap from the pines, it really did a good job. Though he does say that it was awfy messy and my goodness it even got stuck in his fur, on his tail and all over his ears! tut tut! Mama ended up having to nibble the dried bits off and that left him with even less fur and he heard her muttering something about making more of a mess of his coat than any scree or bramble bush ever could!
You are welcome to help in the construction of the planes too but just be careful and make sure that you don’t stick the rotor where the cockpit should go or put the undercarriage on upside down because that was how you thought it was supposed to fit in – he’s heard all those excuses from mama already!
and because this is the year of Britain being more British than it usually is - what with an Olympic coming up,
even if I had wanted to achieve such a tatty and frayed look with Cimmeria, I reckon it was the journey that made the hare more so than the fabric. Some things just can not be planned.
he wrapped the plane inside the instruction sheets. Not that we read instruction sheets in this house - it doesn't make any difference what it says on the bleach bottles! We just figure things out as we go along!
ofcourse I love Tanks too! this is my book on world tanks that my papa gave me for xmas. Cimmeria tried to fit that into his knapsack too but I found it in time!
containing an Anam Cara Soul Friend brooch made by Jude!
it came with a beautiful handmade stitched card with a small stone and celtic wire wrapping the stone, and a gorgeous little pink and green bird and handwritten poetic note.
Jude is from Scotland but now resides on the eastern seaboard - though looking from Scotland it would be the Western seafront!
and I really love the textures, composition and colours of this Protector of the Woods, with it's little pocket.
and Jude is very talented, because not only does she make brooches and textile art works, but wearable hats too!