Wednesday, December 29, 2010

magpie puppet

I wanted a magpie puppet to use in some storytelling shows in 2011.  After lots of searching on the internet - there were NO magpie puppets available (well, for less than the $400 it takes to make a customised puppet.)  So, I asked my sister-in-law if she was up for making one for me.  Without a pattern.  Reverse engineered from a current puppet I have.

She said yep, let's give it a go.

So here is how we (I use that term loosely - I mostly watched, affirmed her choices and broke the bobbin on the sewing machine) made a magpie puppet on the three days after Christmas in 2010.  In between watching cricket, geo caching (future blog posts on this) and children wrangling.

Step one - take a close look at the puppet you want to copy from.  Poor Mr Orange got turned inside out so many times he probably felt very violated.
2. Make some wings from black fabric (we found a great shiny flat fur fabric at the local shop in Armidale.  It looks like flat feathers) and fill with flat foam.
3. Make the body out of the fabric and add a tail filled with flat foam.
4. Make a prototype of the head - try this three times until you get a beak kind of shaped head.
5. Then make the head in black fabric with a red felt mouth.

6.  Cut a ping pong ball in half and fill with silicon.  Just for fun.

Ok, these are the eyes.
7.  Attach the head to the body, with the wings joining in as well at the neckline.  It was a tense moment as my SIL sewed this inside out - had she pinned the wings on the right way...?

yes
She is a legend.

8.  Attach the eyes where I had added red and black felt to bring them to life.
9.  Add some white felt to make it look like a magpie - we had to consult the bird watching book, and while it is not totally accurate, it is fairly magpie-like.
10. Finally (drum roll please.....)

Meet MARGARET!

She was originally called Maggie during the construction period, but as she was completed, her personality started asserting herself.  She prefers Margaret, and she loves to feather her nest.  She has scatter twigs, and a subscription to "Nest in Style".
She defends her territory fiercely and she always has an opinion on most topics.  She will pick up tiny objects and scraps around her nest area and convert them to works of art in her craftastic space.
 Welcome Margaret.  Looking forward to getting to know you better.


Thank you to my excellent sister-in-law Katie, without whose skills this project would not be possible.  The total estimated cost of this puppet was about $20.  And three days work after Christmas.

Friday, December 24, 2010

book hand

I am in Armidale at the moment - on the cold slopes of New England.  At Christmas time I am wearing jeans, jackets, scarves, and huddling under the doona at night.  I love being here, but there is one thing that is a problem in Armidale in the cold, and I have not found a solution for it yet.

Cold book hand.

You know, when you are reading a book in bed at night, which I do every night for about an hour, and the hand holding the book gets really cold.

It sounds very trivial I know.  But it concerns me. 

But maybe I am in a place where cold book hand can be a concern.  I am very blessed and grateful for all the things I do have - family to love, books to read, a house to live in, Christmas ham to eat tomorrow, and friends to play with.

Maybe I should get a glove and stop complaining about cold book hand.

Monday, December 20, 2010

connected

Lightning strikes.  That was what caused out router, network card and modem to frizzle up and collapse in the storms in Brisbane last Thursday.  So I was disconnected from the net  for five days.

It has been liberating and frustrating.  I didn't realise how much I look at the net - check the weather, do banking, check my ebay sales, check email communication, blog, facebook, look up stuff like where are the Christmas lights, watch i-view....

On the other hand, it has been quite good being a woman of mystery for five days.  No contact via electronic media.  I looked up our paper white pages for a phone number (for the optus guy to come and fix our internet!).

I read a lot of my current book (A Game of Thrones by George RR Martin), and went canoeing in the great outdoors.  I cooked and chatted and tidied the house.

But now I am back on.  Hooray.  I think if in the future we have little ear pieces with connection to the internet and we wore them all day - I would probably be one of those people who would wear it. 

I like being connected.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

mickey stories; chapter six

I have small friend called Mickey.  I write about him because he is interesting and a bit cheeky.  And because his life needs to be documented.  Possibly for the authorities.

This story is from last year when he was four as recounted by his slightly horrified mother.  Please keep in mind he is not a malicious or destructive person, just a curious one.

Mickey was put to bed at his normal bedtime one night.  Later, as his mother was going in to bed she popped her head into his room to check all was okay and kiss her cherubic boy goodnight.  What she saw was.....
Mickey surrounded by a pile of white fluff.  "Look Mum" he exclaimed, "a cloud!"  She worked out that he had taken a picture frame off the wall, smashed it, got a big shard of glass, and then proceeded to shred his pillow to make a cloud on his bed where he was sitting amongst bits of glass and destroyed pillow.

Mickey's mum, possibly in a much calmer voice than I would use, instructed Mickey to stay still while she cleaned up the glass around him.  Then I think she stayed with him until he was safely asleep and unable to think of more scenery to construct in his room.

Mickey still has toys and a bed in his room.

But I have not seen any more pictures there.

The end.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Christmas lights

Tonight we were out trawling the streets of Brisbane stalking houses and stickybeaking everywhere, invading privacy and trampling the grass, yahooing and cavorting through the suburbs.

We were looking at Christmas lights.


That strange obsession that people have to cover their houses in flashing lights and colours and Santas doing all sorts of crazy things, and then they let other people come and look at it all.  We must have seen thousands and thousands of dollars worth of lights tonight.

It appeared that bubbles were the 'it' item for all the cool kids at the lights party - nearly every house had a bubble machine working in the front yard filling the air with soapy wonder.

My two girls loved looking at the lights, but I tired of it quickly, and almost felt a little seizure coming on from the flashing sparkles.  We went to two streets in Belmont and Tingalpa where nearly every house on the whole street was decorated and people wandered up and down marvelling.  I felt solidarity with the dark house, the non-participants - the neighbourhood pressure must be enormous.


I like lights.  But like the very bright shiny objects they are, they are a huge distraction from what Christmas is celebrating - the slipping into the world of a tiny baby who was the very light of the world himself.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Christmas Carols

Tonight was the carols service at church.  It was surprisingly smooth and very fun and gave a great message about how candy canes can remind you of the real meaning of Christmas.  Heaps of people came and it the church was packed.  Highlights for me were:

- singing in the choir - especially Joy to the World being backup to the excellent voices of Sarah, Reece and Lauren
- playing Christmas minute to win it "Handy Candy' game - yes we totally made that up with Dizzy and Christmas Kate (Lisa in a very convincing blonde wig)
- watching the storytellers 'own' chapters one and two from Luke - excellent work people
- a sausage sizzle with actual salad
- hearing the phrase 'glow stick mosh pit'
- watching my kids faces as they witnessed their mum being a lunatic dancer in the carols
- being reminded of the freshness of the story of Christmas, and how a girl in another country thousands of years ago accepted what God had in store for her, and helped change the world

three fifths of the storytelling team:

choir!
Dizzy and Christmas Kate
playing 'Handy Candy'- keep the balloon in the air for a minute with the pool noodle candy cane
The photo I kept making Brett take because Dizzy's eyes were not looking straight.....
Happy Christmas everyone!

Friday, December 10, 2010

extra curricular

I am sure most parents would have had these thought processes -  What activities should my children do?  How many?  How much?  How far will I have to drive them?  Will it benefit them?

I find I am thinking maybe a little too much about this, and polling all my friends to see what their thoughts are.  There are so many things to choose from - art, music, sport, dancing, circus, gymnastics, drama, actually probably not sport for my girls, training butterflies, needlepoint - I think I would love an activity called CHORES.  And we are not counting kid's club at church as an activity at the moment.

We have told our girls they can choose two things each to do after school.  They both want to do about four.  Enter NEGOTIATION WOMAN - a lesser known super hero who likes to draw up lists of pros and cons, and does lots of reflective listening. 

Currently the top choices of activity for my two are:
- oldest - piano and dancing (tap and jazz).  She would love to do art.  She is also starting trumpet at school next year so something has to give.
- youngest - dancing (ballet and tap) and ummmmm - she can't decide between gymnastics, swimming, speech/drama, and cricket.

NEGOTIATION WOMAN's foot may have to go firmly down.  There is only so much driving and follow up practise that you can do.

Stay tuned.

Comments and opinions welcome on this issue.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

mickey stories; chapter five

I have a small friend called Mickey.  Not his real name.  But his real current age is five.

He is a thinker and a problem-solver.  Just way out of the box.

This story is about his care and concern for a cat, and happened about a month ago.

Mickey's neighbours acquired a kitten.  They were uni students, and didn't really know how to take care of a cat, or care to take care of a cat, so the cat would often appear at Mickey's house looking for food and affection.  Mickey got to know the cat and become concerned for it.

One afternoon Mickey's mum found Mickey washing his hands very thoroughly in the bathroom, and smelling a lot like tuna.  His clothes reeked of tuna, his hair reeked of tuna and his hands stank of tuna.  She found out that Micky had taken a tin of tuna from their cupboard, opened it, taken it down the street to the neighbour's house, and thrown an open can of tuna through the window to the uni students so they could feed the cat.  Then he had come back home and tried to wash away the evidence.

His concern for the cat was touching.

I am not sure how the uni students reacted to the tuna window bomb.

The end.

Monday, December 6, 2010

random thoughts

There are some traits and skills and features that animals have that I would like to possess and utilise.  Here are a few:

- a handy pouch at the front like a marsupial - it could store keys, tic tacs, a game of uno, tissues - oh the possibilities
- a sucker fish kind of animal that lived at my house and crawled around the floor cleaning up the toys, bits of paper and maybe even folded the washing
- a parrot that said things to my children like 'time for bed', 'clean your teeth', 'put on some shoes', 'practice the piano' - then they may not get surprised at me all the time that I make these completely unreasonable requests and demands on their time, like they have never gone to bed before any night previously in their whole lives
- the big reproachful eyes of....umm...a cocker spaniel to sit mournfully besides the fridge and beam thoughts into my head like 'don't eat that, let's go for a walk instead'

Just thinking.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

puppet box

I have received my Christmas present early from my wonderful husband - my very own puppet box!! Yayy!  From this design.  I have already used it three times in the last week doing various performances at Christmas carols, and it is very wonderful.  My husband made my box 10cm taller than the design and it is just the right height for me.  I decided on black so I can add colour if I need, and so the focus is on the queen bee herself.  I also added modifications such as velcro on the top to attach the curtain, and a spa and movie theatre with surround sound and lounge couches in the box.

Dizzy is finding it a wonderful home, and she is thinking up ideas for decorating already.  But I am drawing the line at pink lava lamps and pictures of furry little kittens labelled breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I am really looking forward to many years in this box performing puppetry.  It is very satisfying and creative.  Soon I will be 'that mad old puppet lady'.

I took a few photos of the box at the Gap Presbyterian Carols night where it is on loan tonight.

This is Razzle testing out the box before the carols night.


This is Dizzy being overexposed in the spotlight.

 She would argue that you can never have enough exposure.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

tree up

This afternoon the tree was hauled in from it's resting place in the garden and decorations were thrown upon it.  We bough the tree as a small Norfolk pine cluster of three when we were first married, and have re-potted it gradually over the years until it became a manageable size - and I have not given it a new pot for about seven years.  It keeps losing branches from the lower section, and this year we have about four upper layers to put our decorations on.  We had to spray it for spiders and clip off the brown bits, but it keeps coming good for us each year. Maybe one day I will plant it in the garden and it can grow into the twenty metre monster it is meant to be, but for now it is a perpetual Christmas tree that can enjoy the month inside dressed up like a toddler that has got into the costumes.

Presents will be wrapped soon and placed under it.  Excitement is building.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

mickey stories; chapter four

I have a small friend called Mickey.  He is very inventive and cheeky.  I have taken it upon myself to write up the stories of Mickey's life as they need to be told and remembered.

He is currently five years old but this story is from when he was two.

Mickey was in the bathroom at home for a very long time, being busy at something.  His mother assumed it was just some long business, but after about fifteen minutes she came to check what he was doing.

Remember he was only two at the time - so the literacy skills are pretty high.

Fortunately his mum remembered to take a photo of his handiwork - and this is what he had done.



"HI" back at you Mickey.

The end.