Decoupaging is very therapeutic. I know as over the past few days I have been decoupaging just about everything that isn't moving. That's a bit of an overstatement really....I've covered one of my new wasp waisted mannequins, a rather delapidated box drawer and the inside of my landing room cupboard. I've only managed to take photos of the mannequin but will add photos of the other projects later.
I think she worked out rather nicely. You can see more of her by clicking
here
Its been a funny old week. On Tuesday night I was very comfortable, in bed listening to Radio 4 when there was a knock at the door.
I woke my husband (of course) and asked "Was that the door?", "Yes" he said begrudgingly and went to answer it. I overheard the conversation. "There has been a fire on Pound Street and you have to evacuate to the MAC centre (aka the gym) because of a gas leak" !!! I was thinking "oh goodness (the language was worse but I'm not going to swear on my blog!), there's no way I'm getting out of this warm bed" then I thought of my children.
A second later I was up and dressed and rousing my precious babies from their sleep. They were not amused. I was physically shaking and even my husband was under a wee bit of stress. We all piled into the car. Neighbours doing the same and some discussion about the old folk and how to get them to the evacuation centre. With that organised we were off. Children still sleepy in their PJs but slowly waking and actually enjoying the adventure. It's only a 2 minute drive to the centre. On entering we began organising chairs and tables etc (no beds at this stage!). I recognised just about everyone in the building. Tea was made. Why didn't I grab the gin from home! We all sat chatting and discussing the adventure. Then a (what looked like a 12 year old) PC asked for "QUIET PLEASE". "The gas people are on their way to cut off the gas. They say they won't be long but in my experience (don't forget he's about 12 years old) they will be about another 2-3 hours" 2-3 hours!!! I have not mentioned the terrible strip lighting which was not inducive to calm thoughts. Of course my children were, by this time, really enjoying the adventure with their friends, I was not.
A few more conversations, a cup of tea and 40 mins later the 12 year PC re-entered the room "QUIET PLEASE, The gas people have been much quicker than expected and its safe for you all go home".
What a relief! Off we all trundled back into our cars and home. All I can say is hats off to those mothers, grandparents and children who for days, months and years lived through the blitz duringWW2.
Just one other thing.....my brother and his family (being on the other side of town) were evacuated to the pub!
Hope your week has been a good one. Lucyxx
