Mrs Weasel's Blog

Need a dress pattern for your Monster High doll? Of course you do. I've made one and you will find it on Ravelry.

This sums up everything I hate about scary attractions. I hate being scared soooooo much. I would have been in tears or having a panic attack after about 30 seconds of this. That said, it's very very funny when it happens to someone else. Happy Halloween folks!

Happy 70th Birthday Cliff! Here's a clip of Cliff as Groucho Marx, with Hank Marvin playing Carmen Miranda. I don't know why.

This! This is neither knitting or stitching! When did sticking wrapping paper on to large cardboard animals become acceptable as a hobby?



In less silly news, the bestest things were www.craftyribbons.com, a stall that sold lovely Japanese fabric who I can't find the details of, but will hunt down and get back to you, and the Quaker Tapestrys.

The freaky ebay baby? It just unexpectedly arrived in the post as a gift from pesky33  and I have just been lying on the floor crying with laughter for the last hour. Then I went and found the other one and looked at them together and lay down on the floor and laughed some more.

They both look like they've been drinking blood. Naughty babies.

Showing you the gorgeous earrings she made me and telling you to go and check out her lovely website Life's Big Canvas and buy her million times awsome stuff doesn't even come close to repaying her for the joy I feel right now.

There really is nothing more awesome than being by the coast on a windy day.

I have a small rhubarb plant. I have a trowl. What do I do next?

Google seems to think I should bury the entire thing* but that seems rather excessive. It also thinks I should do this in spring, but what do I do with it till then?

And does harvesting the rhubarb kill it? Is it like chopping down a tree and then you have no more tree?


*roots, red stalks and the green leaves

We had a visit from a spider last night that was so big it even made Mr W go a bit pale. At one point during the terror that ensued, it leapt at us, legs flying everywhere, which was awful. And this was only an hour after we invented a game involving a big slug, a kitchen floor, a cardboard tube and screaming.

Today is all about covers of songs. I’m currently enjoying Vienna by Vic Reeves. What covers are you enjoying?

So I giggled on the crowded train home because I was thinking about the man who just phoned me before I left the office to tell me repeatedly that he was "doing a big job" on his restaurant. He was very proud.

Anyway, the giggle made my fellow commuters shift away which was most fortunate because I was no longer near The Scientist (probably a physicist and not a biologist) who did an experiment - drinking Irn-Bru, only he missed and poured it up his nose. There was a roar, a nasal geyser, an orange mist. Then silence, a small snort, and people angrily dripping.

And then I giggled again.