I've just checked the weather forecasts for Brisbane in Oz and am relieved to see their cold snap seems to be passing.  I'm not headed that way for a couple of weeks but wasn't happy at the prospect of visiting when the temperatures were likely to be much the same as they are here.  I go home in June/July to escape winter not have more of it.

Actually winter is only just now arriving, it hasn't been very cold so far.   There has been a lot of rain though and last night we had a corker of a storm pass over.  The thunder shook the house and had the boy cat looking slightly confused, not too sure what was going on.  He didn't seem to notice the lightning at all whereas the girl cat found her way to the window side of the curtain and was watching it intently.

The rain found us on Saturday too when my daughter and I went to watch our local footy team play against our old home town team.   The buildings in the backgroiund are at the dairy factory where I used to work in the dim and distant past.

For the past five weeks I've been an art student learning how to do acrylic pouring.  We are lucky enough to have a gifted art teacher in our district, just a couple of kms from where I live.  When I say art student I simply mean a student learning a form of art, I am not naturally artistic or creative.  That's probably why  I'm so over the moon about my creations.  I felt the process could be compared to just playing with colour and, for me, there is nothing more enjoyable.  I definitely was attracted to  strong, bright colours.  I was almost jumping for joy when I saw the colours emerging on the plant pot below.

 

I tried different colours on this one, I call this 'the eye of the storm'.

For the piece below I thought I'd try for some soft and pretty colours to go on a box that could be used for trinkets, bits and pieces.  This is the top of the box, I like it but the colours really aren't for me.

I still have one piece, a large food platter waiting for the resin coating to dry.

The lovely young neighbour who lives on one side of my shared driveway had thoughtfully warned me that, if it was OK with me and our other neighbour who shares the drive, a large truck would be blocking our drive for a few hours yesterday.  

The day was bleak with lots of nasty little showers.  I thought they might postpone the cabin lift over the fence to its new home but no, the men who arrived to do the job were hardy types.  Jovial types, too, as it happens. 

The cabin will become a bedroom for a teenager, making extra room in the house for the rest of the family.

Up and over the fence

So that was what happened around here last week.  I also had a lovely visit from my oldest niece whose company I enjoy enormously and a quick visit from one of my grand-daughters, the one who pays a small fortune for her clothes and then is devastated when they wear out and brings them to me to be mended.  She doesn't mind at all if the repair is obvious, I think she likes telling her friends that her granny fixes things for her.

This repair job is going to take a while, there are a few challenges for a geriatric sewer than I haven't faced in the past.  Firstly, I need someone to lift the sewing machine up on to the dining room table.  I can get it as far as the chairs but that last bit is beyond me.  

Now the machine sits on the table, I feel like I ask every visitor to do something or other for me.  Lucky for me I have good people around me (and don't need grandsons like that ridiculous Prince Harry to check on me). 

Next problem - I can't see well enough to thread the bloody needle. I know even doing the sewing is going to be difficult on black material but I'll worry about that when I get started.

I'm expecting a visitor this afternoon, must remember to ask him to do it for me!!

Hope others have had a more exciting week.