Friday, 30 April 2010

Cast your mind back, then back some more, rewind, rewind, rewind, faster, faster, faster,
keep going we are nearly there.
The Late Jurassic is looming close at hand,
nearer, nearer, slowly now only the odd millennia to go...
Welcome to the late Jurassic.
This is a little how my life has felt of late.
The Ginger Ninja and his friend Edan are currently obsessed with "Primeval".
So much so my number one son wishes to be renamed Connor Temple.
And so with their birthday (born in the same hospital on the same day 7 yrs. ago) looming we did a little time travel.

First came the dinosaur footprints.
So easy to make. I made a template for the flags and then cut them out from a roll of wallpaper lining paper, I did about 140. Then I cut a large baking potato in half and carved it in to a dinosaur foot print.
Quickly mixed up some poster paint and voila! Think it took under an hour to
print them all.
When the flags were all dry I punched holes in the top of them all with a standard two hole paper punch, then threaded them on lengths of wool.
I did some paper table cloths in the same way.

Lucy Edan's Mum slaved in to the very early hours of the night before creating this fantastic dinosaur meets the Daleks cake.

Myself, thats Nora, thats me, the Flaming Hippie and the blonde side kick
went as a family of ankylosaur's.

The costumes were surprisingly easy to make using only some scraps red fabric and a primark hoodie.
I think I feel a tutorial coming on!
Watch this space...

As ever there were some fantastic home made costumes.

Connor Temple his very own self.

Cave girl number one.

Cave girls numbers 2 and 3.

An Oviraptor.

And of course a stegosaurus, there is always one.
Such a brilliant and easy idea, stapling cardboard spines down the back of a t-shirt.

And then to top it all Connor was given this amazing book, hand made by our friend Mel.

I was very flattered and to be honest flabbergasted when she claimed this little old blog was the inspiration for the book!
Yes ok I found it hard to swallow too, but apparently its true.

After seeing the Sock Monkey post Mel thought "I should do something creative, that looks like fun. But oh no, disaster, calamity I can't sew."
Next stop drawing, but that was a no go too.
But thankfully none of this deterred her, one quick trip to the toy store and a packet of plasticine later the magic began.

I really love the way she has made the Dipoldocus and Brachiosaur fall about in laughter, its so expressive makes me smile every time I look at it.
This picture also shows the way she has bound the book with linen thread.

I love love love hand made gifts, this one is almost too good to let the kids loose on it.

Thursday, 22 April 2010


Joyous memories of being part of the Anglo French Trampolining squad
started to fade and were then left in tattered rags fluttering in the breeze,
to be replaced by a feeling of stress and disquiet.

A volcano in the icy wastes with a name that sounds a bit like
something something something yogurt,
was going off and the resulting


meant there was no air travel in Northern Europe.
Sod Northern Europe, me, I , Nora, that's me, I need to get home.
I've had a fantastic holiday staying with the extended Flaming family in Brittany.
But now I've no clean undies left and I want to see Rover the cat.

Visions of living in a bivouac on the beach while the Flaming Hippie, hindered by the Ginger Ninja and his side kick, build a coracle out of string,
seaweed and shells is foremost in my mind.
Paddle harder darlings I can nearly see Portsmouth Harbour.
But then the Flaming Hippie sidled up to me and whispered something in my shell like ear.
Something that set my heart a racing and my knees a trembling.
Something that even now one week later quickens my pulse.
"Aren't you glad we chose the Ferry and not Ryan Air?"
And so ended the Flaming families adventure en Francais.

A week before we had left the afore mentioned Portsmouth Harbour
and set off for St Malo.
Then followed a couple of hours drive until we arrived in the middle of nowhere.
Bonjour Papa!
(if only I was called Nicole, boy could I have run with that one)

My Flaming Dad and his family live in a village so small it wasn't on the map, it has one road in and if you are lucky, know Pierre, and admire his onions, one road out.
So I was looking forward to having no computer, no mobile and no where to go.
Just a week of lazing about eating, drinking, eating, snoozing, finished off with a few snacks and a glass or two of sparkling wine.
However mon petit soeur (30 years petit) had other ideas.
To her credit she gave me roughly 24 hours to persue my chosen activities before she dropped her bombshell.
"Can you teach me to sew? Please? Please? Please?
I REALLY want to know how to do it.
So while the others were off Goat feting

and chicken wrangling.

Lilliana Banana and I sat down at the kitchen table with a pile of odd socks and
the innards of a discarded cushion
and began to create.

Soon you couldn't step out side with out being assaulted by strange critters.

There was defiantly something naaasty in the woodpile.

The strangest things were occurring,
not even a trip to the beach was uneventful.

We made an amazing discovery.
The abominable snowman does exist, but due to the shrinking ice caps
it would appear he has taken up residence in my old pop's freezer.

We even managed to resurrect the cold body of Lilian's Mama Karen's rickety old sewing machine, and spent a pleasant afternoon creating "things".
But please don't think I spent the whole week grafting away.

No no oh no.

We managed to slip away one afternoon to pursue that most British of pastimes,
the cold, windswept picnic in the sand dunes, shivering slightly, warmed only by the hot air created by 4 whinging children.
Family outings are always such fun.

Any way back to the snacks and booze...