Don't you love a group of crafty gals...

..who don't think it's weird when you invite them over for lunch and a spot of scissor-sharpening? Instead of leaving my scissors to be sharpened somewhere, I like to have the scissor sharpening guy (Steve) come to me and sharpen while I wait.

Since I moved away from all the fashion businesses in my previous building, I had to think of a way to make it worth Steve's time to visit.
Umm... do I know anyone else who might need scissors sharpened...?
Oh boy, do I! We had a great catch-up over cuppas and lunch. Steve the scissor guy was mighty happy (...with everything except the dodgey cup of tea I poured for him. Sorry Steve - I think the pot had been sitting there a while....).
And the entire building was completely utilised for the event.
We had babies and blocks on the balcony....
The electronic games arcade on the stairs for the bigger kids....
The small children were sent to the dungeon (the garage, resembling crafty-kid Heaven).

The intricate and careful design work in the hama bead creations spoke volumes about the world these kids live in.

As did the resemblance of this beauty, to a granny square!! (Guess whose kid...?)

Big thanks to all who came along. These lovely ladies and their great kids -

Karen

Carmel and Liz

Ann Marie

Leonie

Dee

Bec

Melissa

Nicole

Brianna

Lara

Mel

Jennie

Claire

Juddie

Michelle

Judy

Cathie

EDITED TO ADD: Distracted by the call (from a small girl) to teach a small girl how to crochet this morning, I forgot to add the grand finale to the scissor-sharpening lunch. The seedling queen (my sister) made sure anyone with space in their garden took home some of her surplus seedlings. She gets a bit excited about planting seeds, but is lacking the 40,000 acres to raise them to adult plant stage. Several of us spent some happy planting time this weekend, and look forward to heritage variety vegetables and flowers - thanks, Leonie!!

On My Desk

I spent most of my day marking my Millinery students assignments. Couldn't see my cutting table for HAT BOXES until late afternoon. This was my last TAFE (college) class... it's a job I've had since I was making hats, but it's proved difficult to squeeze in lately. I handed in my notice a few weeks ago.

I had a little bit of the day left to finish this bag.... which was cut out about ten weeks ago. It was top of the pile of UFO's on the cutting table.




...With all that rummaging through half-made bag bits on the cutting table I FOUND MY SCISSORS!!!! For the last month or so I've whinged about losing them to anyone who'll listen. I thought I'd lost them in a classroom (which means "goodbye scissors").
I have OTHER scissors, but these are special. The greyish ones are what I call my "green scissors". That's what they were when I was a teenager and they were my fabric scissors. A few months into my Fashion degree (and a few too many experimental design classes where I was cutting rubber, wire, cardboard and paper) they were converted to "paper scissors", and that's what they've been for the last 21 years. They've traveled the world with me and I'm ridiculously sentimental about them. They're also fantastic paper scissors.

The red ones are the pair I bought last year to replace the other scissors that I'd ALSO had in college and taken with me overeas. I left those ones in a classroom.

Gosh - lots of new ON MY DESK players over at Kirsty's blog...