Wright N’ Crafty

She's Wright & I'm just Crafty. ;oP

Myself & Vonnie have been very industrious of late & have been having fun making loads of different things. I’ve been crocheting, drawing & wood burning & Vonnie has been knitting the most amazingly beautiful things. You name it she’s knitting it.

Now, this is why I’m writing this post. I’m thinking of setting up a blog dedicated to our creations. I’m wondering if there is already enough blogs out there dedicated to Arts & Crafts? Would it be a good idea? What does everyone think? Is it worth a go? What would be the best way to market it? & on the subject of the name can it be copyrighted? Should it be? I think it’s a great name & I don’t want it copied.

Sun, in Ireland???

What do you call an Irish man with a tan? An import.

hehehe Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Where is this lovely Summer we were supposed to have?

Well here is a nice sun in progress for you all to enjoy.

The only kind of sun in Ireland

The finished product.

A ray of sunshine.

A genius is gone

John Hughes Dies

Posted Aug 6th 2009 4:43PM by TMZ Staff

John Hughes has died of a heart attack.

Hughes suffered the heart attack while taking a morning walk during a trip to NYC to visit family.

He directed such ’80s hit films as “The Breakfast Club,” Weird Science,” “Sixteen Candles” and “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”

He was 59.

Story developing…

I loved his work. He was a true great. He will be missed.

Pain in the Arr…Back

In a a lot of ways back pain is like a migraine. It hurts to even think about doing something, to breath, to blink. Just the thought of moving hurts. I hate it. Why does it have to hurt so much. I wish I could just go to bed & wake up & be pain free. But that’s not going to happen. Oh well, time to hobble off to get more things done.

You can’t do whatever you want.

Just because you have bought a bottle of industrial strength bleach & poured it all over your hair doesn’t give you the right to walk out in front of my car. & then give me a dirty look when I nearly run you over. Open your bleached blond eye lashes the next time or I might get blinded by the sun glinting off the peroxided head & not be able to stop in time.

Back to Celtic Design.

What with everything I haven’t had time to do too much design lately. But since I found the wonderful Feanor Craft Shop in Bohermore I’ve decided it’s time I tried to get back into it.
Here is what I’m starting with:

Celtic Hanging Boxes.

Celtic Hanging Boxes.

I’ll keep this updated. I’m hoping to solder the designs onto the wood, but I’m going to have to test the soldering iron on a different piece of wood first though. I’ve never soldered onto wood before & I haven’t used a soldering iron since I was younger then Nic.

Ready for soldering.

Ready for Soldering.

The Soldering Has Started.

The Soldering has started.

Thanks TMZ

Thanks again to TMZ for bringing us this one.

The Giant Pink Bunny in the Room

Posted Aug 4th 2009 1:40AM by TMZ Staff

Why ski the Italian Alps when you can climb a giant pink bunny?!

This slightly creepy 200 foot toy pink wool rabbit was erected on an Italian mountainside as part of an art installation and will remain until 2025 for hikers to climb.

Eat your heart out Mt. Everest.

Nicola Slide-show.

Just trying out the new slide-show on www.picnik.com

http://www.picnik.com/show/id/5323113940_BFnfk

It’s not that bad. I wish I was able to embed it on here though. It would be a lot handier. Oh well. Maybe some day I might. For now you’ll have to clickey, clickey.

Signs of evolution.

I really have to laugh at these modern times. As some people know the Galway Races are on this week in Ballybrit. Today is what’s known as ‘Ladies Day’ where the women dress up to the nines. However of late the young men of Galway/Ireland have decided to smarten themselves up for ‘Ladies Day’ too. Now this is where I start to laugh. Today as I was driving home I was watching them all, dressed up to the last, heading out to the races. A lot of the women were dressed beautifully, with the heels a minimum of 6 inches high. There was one girl in particular & her feet were cover in plasters, & that was before she had even gone anywhere. It doesn’t make sense to me.

But then we get on to the men. & I tell you, Robert Palmer had it right when he said “Every girls crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man“. There were some really sharp dressed young men walking around town. But as I said to Nic, they looked like they were either going to the races or court.

What really got me though, was one particular group of young men. All done up, shirt & ties & everything. Everything pressed perfectly, not a seam out of place, all of them with their hair gelled & primped to the last. I tell you, they were a bunch of lads you’d be proud to be in the company of. But then you look again & see that every single one of them have a bottle of Buckfast in their hands & they’re swigging straight from the bottle. Talk about a let down. But it’s just a sign of evolution. The wheel seems to have gone full circle. We have come from Neanderthal Man, evolved into Modern Man who seems to like devolving back to Neanderthal Man again at every possible opportunity.

I wonder why?

My baby’s growing up.

Not a baby any more.

I’ve found the last week very hard. Nic is growing up now & she’s wanting to spend more time with her friends, going into town, going swimming & stuff like that. I know this is a great thing. I’m delighted she has friends I can trust to let her out with. I loosened the reigns a little & now I feel I’ve loosened them too much & she’s running away from me. I see her running so far ahead of me. She doesn’t want to spend time with mum any more.

I guess this is what my own mother went through when I decided to grow up & spread my wings, but the difference with me was I soared so high I was like Icarus, I burned my wings on the Sun & came crashing down to Earth with a bang.

I know Nic isn’t going to do this, but I’m still not ready to let her go. I miss her so much already. I just want to have her here with me, to hold her & never let her go. I don’t want her go grow up & go out into this big bad World. There are so many horrible things out there. Things I don’t want her to have to deal with. Things I want to shelter her from. I don’t want her to live the life I did. I don’t want her to get hurt the way I did. I don’t want someone to take her childhood the way mine was taken. When she’s out there & I’m not there to stop bad people hurting her.

I miss her so much. I miss my baby.