small girl, big plans
Spring has sproing! A pick and a punch for the first of September. I know I know that was a week ago. I’ve been busy busy busy - sewing socks and cart wheeling and all the usual. But isn’t it delicious when you look out your bedroom window and see: daffodils and tulips creeping up out of the ground, the lawn putting on a new green coat, silver pussy willow buds winking in the sun - on trees that only last week were as brown as Miss Sprott’s (school secretary) fav skirt. Hairy animals are moulting, baby birds are chirping and little lambs are jibber-jabbering. The snow is still on the mountains in my neck of the woods, but spring is in the air. Party-on LM xx
Hey all your dog, cat and pet pig lovers out there. Have you heard about the SPCA
Saving-Pets-Is-Cool-Club, and their crazy cupcake day on Monday. Me and Angelica have already baked 36 of our pig-a-licious pink vanilla cupcakes. To truly pigify them we’ve added soft pink icing, one marshmallow for the snout, two carefully sculpted marshmallows for ears, two currants for piggy eyes, and finally a swirly pink icing tail. Make the icing sloppy to help the marshmallows stay in place. Wow the end result is so cute and piggy I’m surprised our cupcakes don’t oink oink oink like Rocco (my little brother) can. Better fly (like a pink pig) we need to draw and colour in our posters to put up at school. $1.00 each it’s a steal. All money goes to help save the pets people take home then decide not to look after properly. Did you know… Some people just leave their pets, on the side of the road when they go away for a summer holiday. That would make you feel really bad about yourself, even if you only have a dog or cat brain to do the feeling. Help the animals – eat more cupcakes. LM xx. ps must ring the radio for a spot of free advertising oink oink
pps. I hope you're ok reading my extra wide format, my return key is stuck!
We made mum a cake-of-Neapolitan i.e. vanilla, strawberry and chocolate mixture swirled together, with roses-of-icing on top. It was delicious and delumptious (due to the lumps of flour that Angelica forgot to mix in properly). Mum cut the cake, with her ancient silver cake-slice that has a picture of ERII on it. ERII is not a code for a personalized plate it means, Elizabeth Regina (funny latin word meaning Queen) the second. Granny Moss brought it back from London about 100 years ago. THEN we drank a toast. Which is a silly saying because you can’t drink Toast - it if you tried to, it would get stuck in your throat – what mum and dad actually drink on birthdays is a drink called Champagne. Dad let me wiggle the cork out of the bottle and it flew across the room and hit Spider (our dog on the head) so there was a loud pop then a yowl. And because I was aiming the bottle at a 45 degree angle (we’re doing angles in maths) a spurt of champagne sprayed over our brown-made-by-village-women-in-india-floor-rug. It looked quite magical but mum shrieked and said o-m-gosh it’s French – meaning the champagne cost-a-lot and she shouldn’t waste it. She got on her hands and knees, and probably would have sucked the rug, only the champagne had already sunk in. We clinked glasses and I took a swig of fizzy water, which went into my stomach in one big bubble of air, so when I said - sorry Mum - it came out in burp-talk-language! So that’s how you do it, I said to mum. Then Angelica, Rocco and I all started taking gulps of fizzy water and air and practicing the language of burp. Mum said, you guys are pathetic, took a big swig of her drink and burped happy-birthday-MaryJane-beat-that-kids. Quite an achievement of 10 syllables/7 words. Definitely something to aim for! I love birthdays. Laters LM xx
Howdy-hi. I just made one of
the DOGS (instructions below)
and if I do say so myself - he’s
epic. Angelica made one out of
an old flannelette pillow case and
she says hers is epic-er (I’m not
sure that’s a word). We made
them for mum, coz its her birthday.
Dad gave her these cool shoes
made out of old pink eiderdowns
(quilts) and vegetable leather
(not leather from a cow or a goat).
They are a special brand of recycled designer shoe called Terra Plana,
which are better for our planet
because they use less shoe parts
and less shoe glue. How cool.
I hope they haven’t worn out by
the time my feet fit them.
Better go help dad with the bday
cake – I’m best at creaming the butter and sugar (and eating it). LM x
It’s pimps. All you do is: get
1 piece of thin paper, then
draw the outline of a dog,
(make the ears and legs thick
so you can cut them out easily).
Then you pin the dog-drawing
onto a piece of fabric (I used
an old piece of gold velvet) &
cut out 2 pieces (one for each
side of the dog).
Next you pin the dog together
right side to right side. And stitch
around the edge with a threaded
needle, unless your mum has a
sewing machine. Leave a gap so
you can turn your dog right way round, and stuff it with rice, or feathers or an old sock, then stitch-up the stuffing hole. Next sew on buttons for eyes, make a collar (felt is good) with a name disc eg. Daisy Dog, add ear flaps, a chain necklace, toe rings - anything you like really!Good luck. Make one for a friend or your little brother… If you can read you
can SEW. LM xx
Oh my golliest gosh I repeat.
Important News: Last night,
when I was getting the washing
up liquid out from under the sink,
I spotted, out of the corner of
my little eye, the teeniest red
purple wriggling thing on the floor.
I zoomed in to examine the wild
animal closer, only to be filled
with untold amounts of joy.
It was a baby worm. Bob, Job
and Dogs’ child.
There is life after death.
LM x
ps. Don’t worry BeJuG is back
in his/her milk container with
a fresh piece of lettuce and a
drink of water.
My mum is a good mum
but not a good worm mum.
She forgot to feed and wet
the worms for 2 weeks. All
that time they were starving
under the sink. All alone with
themselves. That’s so sad. Bob,
Job and Dog are the second, third
and fourth members of my family
to perish. The first was Mrs
Bobdobolina our cat (mother of
current cat-pet Barbie). Mrs Bob
used to look at you like she knew
exactly what you were thinking.
Mum says, she used to sit under my
bassinet when I was the tiniest six
pound baby screaming my head off.
Sort of protecting me. There was a
smell of fart when we buried dead Mrs Bob under the apricot tree. There was only a smell of mud inside Bob, Job and Dogs’ milk container home.
Farewell worm friends LM xxx
Well it wasn't that bad...
One april fools I made
Angelica a mustard and
white bread sandwich.
She thought it was going
to be honey. So she bit
into it excpecting a lovely
sweet yummy taste and
instead she got a hot
stingy taste. Oops.
I wouldn't do that again,
because I felt quite bad
when she had to puke some
up.
How are the school holidays
going? I have snow around
my house. How about you?
LM xx
Mum was very polite when Angelica
gave her the worm present.
Thank you sweetie. "Worms –
my favourite," she said. (NOT).
Mum hates worms because;
a long time ago her brother put a
worm in her ham and lettuce
sandwich as a joke (bad joke).
Then her brother said
“Mary Jane something wiggly
is coming out of your mouth.”
When my Mum looked down her nose,
she went cross-eyed and saw not one,
but two mini pink snakes looking up
at her. She spat out her mouthful
toute-de-suite and screamed,
"Johnathon I hate you."
Apparently the worms just tasted
of dirt. LM
ps has anyone ever played a mean
trick on you??
Angelica brought home a
surprise for Mum. It
turned out to be a worm farm
consisting: of wet brown
leaves, mud, potatoe peelings,
carrot peelings, some parsley
and three worms named -
Bob, Job and Dog mixed
together in an old milk container.
Apparently Bob, Job and Dog
will soon multiply.
We will know when this has
happened because there will be
small bits of worm in the container
under the sink.
Worms don't need mums and Dads.
They don’t eat much either. LM
ps. anyone know a worm joke??