Archive for February, 2009

You’ve probably been feeling neglected and underappreciated. Perhaps you’ve felt I’ve left you out of the 1:12 loop? Don’t worry it’s not you.

It’s not you at all; in any way, shape or form. You’re still wonderful and fun and amazing and you have great taste. (I mean…look at the blog you’re reading, good choice!)

It’s not you, it’s me.

I just (and this is hard to say)…I just needed some time to see other past-times.

I know I missed wishing you a happy 1:12 valentines day:

Not wishing you happy valentines day is almost more than I can bear.

Not wishing you happy valentines day is almost more than I can bear.

And it was probably your birthday while we were on a break…

You haven't aged a day...

You haven't aged a day...

And I probably missed an unspoken but significant anniversary. Like our 1:12 month blogging anniversary or something equally special:

Is the one month anniversary gold or tin(s)?

Is the one month anniversary gold or tin(s)?

But I hope you will find it in your heart of hearts to forgive me.


I know we can’t really start over…and it’s too much to hope we can start straight back where we left off…but if you could just give me a chance…

Until then, I’ll right here, in the 1:12 doghouse:

How many times can I say...I'm sorry.

How many times can I say...I'm sorry.


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As mentioned previously, due to visitors from overseas I am in the equivalent of purgatory for the person who has other stuff to do and it is ongoing.

However, the deep, dark secret I have been keeping from you is…that I can keep secrets, despite all appearances to the contrary.

I know, surprising, neh?

No wait – it’s not that secret, it’s this secret (Did I just give away a different deep dark secret? d’oh ;P ).

Anyway, back to seriousness now in spite of my raging tiredness and sore eyes and the requirement for me to clone myself and multi-task at the same time…

(hey – multi tasking clones…that’s an idea worth pursuing. They can multitask, while I sleep.)

Anyway – the deep, dark secret I have been keeping from you is…

The visitor is my uncle, the son of my granpa who made my  amazing dollhouse! And, he told me a story about the making of my amazing dollhouse.

But I don’t know if I should tell you, since you already know two more secrets about me than you did before you started reading this post (make that three  secrets if you count the fact that you’re working out I also am incredibly contrary and four secrets if you’re [only now] realising I am a difficult little princess)…

Oh what the hell.

Apparently my granpa wore a full suit and tie while he was building this house.

So he was measuring, sawing, hammering, wallpapering and painting while dressed to the nines in a suit, with a jacket;, and an immaculate shirt and tie.

He probably wore some sort of gentleman’s cap on his head too. And maybe a nicely folded handkerchief in his top pocket.

[Apparently he used to go fishing in a similar sort of attire too.]

Upperclass buildings by upperclass builders...

Upperclass buildings by upperclass builders...

So I have been letting the side down doing my renovations in shorts, singlet and anything that I don’t mind spilling pain/glue/woteva on.

Quite obviously I should be doing this in a party dress, my grandma’s pearls, 50’s style hat with a veil and some clean gloves.

If I had some pics of granpa in this house, I would share one with you of his potential attire – so you get the full impact of the scene my uncle painted. Unfortunately I don’t, but I trust you can use your imagination.

Instead I leave you with some heraldry I created for an imaginary company this news made me think of (I know I just love to create more things for me to do…argh).

The destroyed heraldry is by one of my heroes, Bittbox. I have been very lazy and just used his image rather than the amazing brushes he created…if I had a clone or two, I would have done it all properly.

No really, I would have.

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