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“I’ve always wanted to go to Switzerland and see what the army does with those wee red knives”                                                                                                                Billy Connolly

After we left the hill top tavern in Tregen we continued along the scenic route and through the Ruppen Pass with yet more impressive views and then we picked up a main road that took us south through the low lying plains of the Appenzell region.  This wasn’t quite so scenic but as we drove the Alps got closer and their high peaks began to loom overhead rising in dramatic style from the meadows and arable farmlands of this relatively flat part of Switzerland.

Just before we crossed the border into Liechtenstein we came across a picturesque little town called Buchs where we stopped to admire the views of the Alps that completely surrounded this delightful little place and the attractive Lake Werdenberg.  We didn’t linger for long because by now we were excited about arriving at our destination so we moved on and resumed our gentle drive south.

Back on the road we missed one important turn that would have meant a significant detour and many extra kilometres down the wrong side of the Rhine if we hadn’t stopped and turned back and then we crossed the river and entered Liechtenstein with the minimum of fuss and no border controls.

Liechtenstein is the fourth smallest independent European state after the Vatican City, Monaco and San Marino and is closely aligned to Switzerland.  It is also the sixth smallest independent sovereign state in the World if you add Nauru and Tuvalu.  It is predominantly Germanic and the only German speaking state that does not have a national border with the National Republic.

When the Holy Roman Empire was abolished by Napoleon in 1806 everyone seemed to forget about this tiny Principality and the royal family were able to continue to exist as an independent state ever since and as such it is the only state in Europe with a remaining direct continuity with the thousand year old Holy Roman Empire of Charlemagne.  It is one of only two countries in the world that are double landlocked (the other is Uzbekistan) as neither of its neighbours, Switzerland and Austria have access to the sea either.  It is therefore safe to say that fishing is probably not an important contributor to the economy in Liechtenstein.

We passed through the unremarkable state capitol of Vaduz with the castle of the ruling Prince, the Schloss Vaduz, perched high overhead and with magnificent views of all that he possesses stretched out below.  Out of the city we began our ascent to the village of Triesenberg a thousand metres above Vaduz into the Alps.   As we climbed a road with spectacular hairpin bends there was a sudden and dramatic change of weather and it unexpectedly started to rain, gently at first but about half way to the village it really started to pour which made driving more difficult than it might have been and we were glad when we arrived at the Hotel Kulm and parked the car in an underground car park sheltered from the rain.

After we had settled in we took our umbrellas, which we had hoped we wouldn’t need, and we walked to a nearby bar with an outside terrace overlooking the Rhine valley below and across into Switzerland and although it was still raining the terrace was sheltered and we took an outside table and enjoyed a drink and the magnificent view.

Although the rain was disappointing and the bar staff and the regulars appeared slightly bewildered by our insistence on sitting outside we would not have missed this view for the world and it was so good that after the first drink we had a second and stayed a while longer.  On the way back to the hotel we found a little shop and bought some wine (screw-cap of course) that we took back to the hotel and sat and drank some, well most of it actually, on our tiny bedroom terrace that overlooked the village and the mountains above.

Curiously, for only a small village, it had a magnificent bus service and we were surprised to see them arriving regularly every five minutes or so either going up to Malbun at the top of the mountain or down to Vaduz.  They were bright yellow and there were lots of passengers as well, although at this time of the day most were school children on their way home.  And there were bells too.  On the opposite side of the road was the Parish Church with a curious onion shaped dome from where the bells sounded out regularly.  We were confident however that there would almost certainly be a ring-free period through the night so we were not overly alarmed.

We decided to dine in the Hotel restaurant and we were very glad that we did.  The food was exquisite, the view from the dining room was breathtaking and although it had an expensive ambiance the bill was a pleasant surprise.   It was extremely popular with the local people as well and that is almost always a good recommendation for a restaurant.

After dinner we walked out again back to the bar up the hill and as it had stopped raining now and the skies were clearing we intended to sit out again for a nightcap but the terrace was locked now so we had to sit inside instead and drink in the company of locals at the next table.

We decided that we liked Liechtenstein and Switzerland and regretted not having spent an extra day here.

We tried to agree on the three things that make Switzerland famous.  Our final choice might have included watches or Swiss army knives but in the end we agreed upon cuckoo clocks of course because even though they are strictly speaking from Germany the Swiss were important for introducing the ‘Chalet’style that they introduced at the end of nineteenth century.  Muesli, which was introduced around 1900 by Swiss doctor and nutritionist Maximilian Bircher-Benner for patients in his hospital in Zurich but most of all Toblerone, the Swiss chocolate bar that was invented by Theodore Tobler in 1908 in his factory in Bern.

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Here’s the thing. In 1990, my parents returned from Switzerland with five cuckoo clocks — one for each of their children. These are the typical carved clocks that are pendulum-regulated and (supposedly) strike the hours with a sound like a cuckoo’s call and has a miniature cuckoo that pops out from his little door with each note.

“Supposedly” is the key word here. Ours hasn’t worked for years and I’m pretty sure that’s true of my brothers’ clocks. In fact, one of them put it back  in the box when it stopped working. We’ve taken ours to two competent clock repair shops. The word is that cuckoo clocks are very difficult (read: expensive) to repair.

So for years, our has just hung in the living room for decorative purposes. A few years ago..one day…out of nowhere…the little bird popped out and said “cuckoo.”  I was so stunned I just stared at it for a long time before calling my husband. It did the same thing months later but until today has been silent.

Today, my husband and I were telling a friend the saga of the cuckoo clock. At the same time, I’d been dusting the clock when suddenly the little bird popped out and chirped his little tune. In stunned silence, we watched it pop right back inside its little hole, pulling the door shut.

Suddenly, we realized it was also ticking — a first in a long time despite the fact that we pull the chains regularly. But today it wasn’t finished.

Fifteen minutes later, at the top of the hour, the little guy popped out again and chirped four times to indicate the hour. Of course, it was really only 1:30 p.m., but the clock was off and how would the cuckoo know that? Later in the day, we reset it and hours later, it is still chirping away every 15 minutes.

To prove to our daughters and my brothers that the clock is working again, we videotaped it. Shortest video on record, but you get the idea. The question is…what happened? Did I actually remove a piece of dust that was in the way of the clock mechanism?

I do know this much. Miss Clavel was right.

After a week of February rain, God blessed us with a sunny Sunday morning and an awesome idea that He put into my husband’s head. Yesterday, in search of a completely different thing, my husband found some old Bengal fires (torches). So, he lit them. In the house. The flames lasted for 2 seconds. The smoke lingered forever. And when you have a room filled with sun rays and smoke, magic happens! It’s a dreamy vision of a beautiful reality – happy children jumping all around, confused dad saying “I shouldn’t have done this. It’s too much smoke…”, and mom opening all the windows saying “Let’s light some more!”.

We spent the rest of the day in the snowy mountains. It was cold and windy and we’re all coughing and sneezing now, but all that beauty of the nature was so worth it.

(a cuckoo clock, a chandelier and the  vibrant dress of the waitress)

(Winter food and everything covered in white)

“Hey, we could make this into a song.”

There are things I love about Joanna. She is my little sister with the big smile and bigger heart. Her faith and humility inspire me. And – she loves music. Together, we’re taking a songwriting course. Trying to figure out how to voice our heart-throbs.

So I look up. “What do you have there?”

“A poem you wrote…and that I copied. It’s the one about ‘up, sheep!’.”

“I don’t remember that one.”

She begins to read it. Morning stillness. Shadows. Words from the past. That clock keeps obstinately ticking away, but I know that time stands still.

She reads. And I remember. The aching soul, the kneeling and crying out. When there was no answer. “Do you think we could really put that in song? How would you find a melody? It’s so…raw.”

“But it rhymes.” Ah, yes, there are things I love about Joanna!

I smile.

Next day, walking into a blustery wind, sloshing through the unending slush puddles, and Jesus is speaking to my heart.
I’m thinking again of that raw, unfinished poem. Joanna told me that the one thing it’s missing is a resolution. But there was no resolution for me that night I wrote it.

He speaks, “Give those raw moments to me. I want to make them into a song.”

I clap my mittened hands together, filled with joy at the thought.

Yes! Yes, give it to Him! Yes, that I may remember the soul-agony! Yes, that I may rejoice in His faithfulness!

Because now I know there IS a resolution.

Him.

Funny how it took me so long to figure that one out, isn’t it?

And yet, as Congo is on the news and Congo is on our hearts, voices from the past sometimes penetrate our present world with suprising honesty. There was pain. Ache. Those times when heaven seemed mute.

What do we do with that?
Where is the resolution? There is only one.

Him.

Resolved in Him, the past doesn’t loose it’s potency, but it changes for us. It doesn’t fetter us, because we are free in Jesus. And there’s only one thing to do when that happens –
SING!

Sing, so that the broken past can become a beautiful testimony to the present faithfulness of our God!
Yes!
Pray that God gives His people a melody for Congo’s heart cries. That they may sing.

Major varieties of cuckoo wall clocks

There are some varieties of cuckoo wall clocks like black forest cuckoo clocks, cuckoo clocks made up of oak. Some cuckoo is one day cuckoo clock and is the cheapest. One can also find cuckoo clocks with a movement of 8 days. Some have musical attached. The musical is very soothing to the ears of typical cuckoo lovers. In every hour a cuckoo bird shows up by opening the door and speaks the no. of hours. There is also provision of night shut off in some of these clocks. Cuckoo clocks are famous in Germany.

There was a variety of German wall clock or the cuckoo wall clock.

One of the styles was Bahnhausle style. This style of clock was decorated with grape vine.
Another style included the popular Bavarian chalet design and the traditional chalet design.
The hones cuckoo clock is strictly designed by hand exactly the way it used to be created in earlier times.

More details

There are still many other types of cuckoo clocks like carved style clocks, shield clocks etc. Every time there is newer and modern version of cuckoo clocks keep coming up but still traditional cuckoo clocks have their own charm and position and still continue to remain the most popular.

Larry Thomas bought a cuckoo clock for his wife—without knowing the price he would have to pay.

That night at the dinner table he brought it out and set it down beside her plate. Doris stared at it, her hand to her mouth. “My God, what is it?” She looked up at him, bright-eyed.

“Well, open it.”

Doris tore the ribbon and paper from the square package with her sharp nails, her bosom rising and falling. Larry stood watching her as she lifted the lid. He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall.

“A cuckoo clock!” Doris cried. “A real old cuckoo clock like my mother had.” She turned the clock over and over. “Just like my mother had, when Pete was still alive.” Her eyes sparkled with tears.

“It’s made in Germany,” Larry said. After a moment he added, “Carl got it for me wholesale. He knows some guy in the clock business. Otherwise I wouldn’t have—” He stopped.

Doris made a funny little sound.

“I mean, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to afford it.” He scowled. “What’s the matter with you? You’ve got your clock, haven’t you? Isn’t that what you want?”

Doris sat holding onto the clock, her fingers pressed against the brown wood.

“Well,” Larry said, “what’s the matter?”

He watched in amazement as she leaped up and ran from the room, still clutching the clock. He shook his head. “Never satisfied. They’re all that way. Never get enough.”

He sat down at the table and finished his meal.

The cuckoo clock was not very large. It was hand-made, however, and there were countless frets on it, little indentations and ornaments scored in the soft wood. Doris sat on the bed drying her eyes and winding the clock. She set the hands by her wristwatch. Presently she carefully moved the hands to two minutes of ten. She carried the clock over to the dresser and propped it up.

Then she sat waiting, her hands twisted together in her lap—waiting for the cuckoo to come out, for the hour to strike.

As she sat she thought about Larry and what he had said. And what she had said, too, for that matter—not that she could be blamed for any of it. After all, she couldn’t keep listening to him forever without defending herself; you had to blow your own trumpet in the world.

She touched her handkerchief to her eyes suddenly. Why did he have to say that, about getting it wholesale? Why did he have to spoil it all? If he felt that way he needn’t have got it in the first place. She clenched her fists. He was so mean, so damn mean.

But she was glad of the little clock sitting there ticking to itself, with its funny grilled edges and the door. Inside the door was the cuckoo, waiting to come out. Was he listening, his head cocked on one side, listening to hear the clock strike so that he would know to come out?

Did he sleep between hours? Well, she would soon see him: she could ask him. And she would show the clock to Bob. He would love it; Bob loved old things, even old stamps and buttons. He liked to go with her to the stores. Of course, it was a little awkward, but Larry had been staying at the office so much, and that helped. If only Larry didn’t call up sometimes to—

There was a whirr. The clock shuddered and all at once the door opened. The cuckoo came out, sliding swiftly. He paused and looked around solemnly, scrutinizing her, the room, the furniture.

It was the first time he had seen her, she realized, smiling to herself in pleasure. She stood up, coming toward him shyly. “Go on,” she said. “I’m waiting.”

The cuckoo opened his bill. He whirred and chirped, quickly, rhythmically. Then, after a moment of contemplation, he retired. And the door snapped shut.

She was delighted. She clapped her hands and spun in a little circle. He was marvelous, perfect! And the way he had looked around, studying her, sizing her up. He liked her; she was certain of it. And she, of course, loved him at once, completely. He was just what she had hoped would come out of the little door.

Doris went to the clock. She bent over the little door, her lips close to the wood. “Do you hear me?” she whispered. “I think you’re the most wonderful cuckoo in the world.” She paused, embarrassed. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

Then she went downstairs again, slowly, her head high.

Larry and the cuckoo clock really never got along well from the start. Doris said it was because he didn’t wind it right, and it didn’t like being only half-wound all the time. Larry turned the job of winding over to her; the cuckoo came out every quarter hour and ran the spring down without remorse, and someone had to be ever after it, winding it up again.

Doris did her best, but she forgot a good deal of the time. Then Larry would throw his newspaper down with an elaborate weary motion and stand up. He would go into the dining-room where the clock was mounted on the wall over the fireplace. He would take the clock down and making sure that he had his thumb over the little door, he would wind it up.

“Why do you put your thumb over the door?” Doris asked once.

“You’re supposed to.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I wonder if it isn’t that you don’t want him to come out while you’re standing so close.”

“Why not?”

“Maybe you’re afraid of him.”

Larry laughed. He put the clock back on the wall and gingerly removed his thumb. When Doris wasn’t looking he examined his thumb.

There was still a trace of the nick cut out of the soft part of it. Who—or what—had pecked at him?

One Saturday morning, when Larry was down at the office working over some important special accounts, Bob Chambers came to the front porch and rang the bell.

Doris was taking a quick shower. She dried herself and slipped into her robe. When she opened the door Bob stepped inside, grinning.

“Hi,” he said, looking around.

“It’s all right. Larry’s at the office.”

“Fine.” Bob gazed at her slim legs below the hem of the robe. “How nice you look today.”

She laughed. “Be careful! Maybe I shouldn’t let you in after all.”

They looked at one another, half amused half frightened. Presently Bob said, “If you want, I’ll—”

“No, for God’s sake.” She caught hold of his sleeve. “Just get out of the doorway so I can close it. Mrs. Peters across the street, you know.”

She closed the door. “And I want to show you something,” she said. “You haven’t seen it.”

He was interested. “An antique? Or what?”

She took his arm, leading him toward the dining-room. “You’ll love it, Bobby.” She stopped, wide-eyed. “I hope you will. You must; you must love it. It means so much to me—he means so much.”

“He?” Bob frowned. “Who is he?”

Doris laughed. “You’re jealous! Come on.” A moment later they stood before the clock, looking up at it. “He’ll come out in a few minutes. Wait until you see him. I know you two will get along just fine.”

“What does Larry think of him?”

“They don’t like each other. Sometimes when Larry’s here he won’t come out. Larry gets mad if he doesn’t come out on time. He says—”

“Says what?”

Doris looked down. “He always says he’s been robbed, even if he did get it wholesale.” She brightened. “But I know he won’t come out because he doesn’t like Larry. When I’m here alone he comes right out for me, every fifteen minutes, even though he really only has to come out on the hour.”

She gazed up at the clock. “He comes out for me because he wants to. We talk; I tell him things. Of course, I’d like to have him upstairs in my room, but it wouldn’t be right.”

There was the sound of footsteps on the front porch. They looked at each other, horrified.

Larry pushed the front door open, grunting. He set his briefcase down and took off his hat. Then he saw Bob for the first time.

“Chambers. I’ll be damned.” His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?” He came into the dining-room. Doris drew her robe about her helplessly, backing away.

“I—” Bob began. “That is, we—” He broke off, glancing at Doris. Suddenly the clock began to whirr. The cuckoo came rushing out, bursting into sound. Larry moved toward him.

“Shut that din off,” he said. He raised his fist toward the clock. The cuckoo snapped into silence and retreated. The door closed. “That’s better.” Larry studied Doris and Bob, standing mutely together.

“I came over to look at the clock,” Bob said. “Doris told me that it’s a rare antique and that—”

“Nuts. I bought it myself.” Larry walked up to him. “Get out of here.” He turned to Doris. “You too. And take that damn clock with you.”

He paused, rubbing his chin. “No. Leave the clock here. It’s mine; I bought it and paid for it.”

In the weeks that followed after Doris left, Larry and the cuckoo clock got along even worse than before. For one thing, the cuckoo stayed inside most of the time, sometimes even at twelve o’clock when he should have been busiest. And if he did come out at all he usually spoke only once or twice, never the correct number of times. And there was a sullen, uncooperative note in his voice, a jarring sound that made Larry uneasy and a little angry.

But he kept the clock wound, because the house was very still and quiet and it got on his nerves not to hear someone running around, talking and dropping things. And even the whirring of a clock sounded good to him.

But he didn’t like the cuckoo at all. And sometimes he spoke to him.

“Listen,” he said late one night to the closed little door. “I know you can hear me. I ought to give you back to the Germans—back to the Black Forest.” He paced back and forth. “I wonder what they’re doing now, the two of them. That young punk with his books and his antiques. A man shouldn’t be interested in antiques; that’s for women.”

He set his jaw. “Isn’t that right?”

The clock said nothing. Larry walked up in front of it. “Isn’t that right?” he demanded. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

He looked at the face of the clock. It was almost eleven, just a few seconds before the hour. “All right. I’ll wait until eleven. Then I want to hear what you have to say. You’ve been pretty quiet the last few weeks since she left.”

He grinned wryly. “Maybe you don’t like it here since she’s gone.” He scowled. “Well, I paid for you, and you’re coming out whether you like it or not. You hear me?”

Eleven o’clock came. Far off, at the end of town, the great tower clock boomed sleepily to itself. But the little door remained shut. Nothing moved. The minute hand passed on and the cuckoo did not stir. He was someplace inside the clock, beyond the door, silent and remote.

“All right, if that’s the way you feel,” Larry murmured, his lips twisting. “But it isn’t fair. It’s your job to come out. We all have to do things we don’t like.”

He went unhappily into the kitchen and opened the great gleaming refrigerator. As he poured himself a drink he thought about the clock.

There was no doubt about it—the cuckoo should come out, Doris or no Doris. He had always liked her, from the very start. They had got along well, the two of them. Probably he liked Bob too—probably he had seen enough of Bob to get to know him. They would be quite happy together, Bob and Doris and the cuckoo.

Larry finished his drink. He opened the drawer at the sink and took out the hammer. He carried it carefully into the dining-room. The clock was ticking gently to itself on the wall.

“Look,” he said, waving the hammer. “You know what I have here? You know what I’m going to do with it? I’m going to start on you—first.” He smiled. “Birds of a feather, that’s what you are—the three of you.”

The room was silent.

“Are you coming out? Or do I have to come in and get you?”

The clock whirred a little.

“I hear you in there. You’ve got a lot of talking to do, enough for the last three weeks. As I figure it, you owe me—”

The door opened. The cuckoo came out fast, straight at him. Larry was looking down, his brow wrinkled in thought. He glanced up, and the cuckoo caught him squarely in the eye.

Down he went, hammer and chair and everything, hitting the floor with a tremendous crash. For a moment the cuckoo paused, its small body poised rigidly. Then it went back inside its house. The door snapped tight-shut after it.

The man lay on the floor, stretched out grotesquely, his head bent over to one side. Nothing moved or stirred. The room was completely silent, except, of course, for the ticking of the clock.

“I see,” Doris said, her face tight. Bob put his arm around her, steadying her.

“Doctor,” Bob said, “can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” the doctor said.

“Is it very easy to break your neck, falling from so low a chair? It wasn’t very far to fall. I wonder if it might not have been an accident. Is there any chance it might have been—”

“Suicide?” the doctor rubbed his jaw. “I never heard of anyone committing suicide that way. It was an accident; I’m positive.”

“I don’t mean suicide,” Bob murmured under his breath, looking up at the clock on the wall. “I meant something else.”

But no one heard him.

Yeah… The wok bench is cluttered. Besides these three kits, I still have the Rancor (the blood thirsty one from an earlier update) and I just started priming and prepping Darth Vaders’ Tie fighter. Too many models, too little time. It’s not my fault. They are just so inexpensive, i must buy them and they must be built.

These three kits were real bargains. Total cash outlay for all three was $10. $2 for the Cobra, $3 for the Cuckoo clock and $5 for the Mach 5. Gotta love flea markets and mis-categorized auctions on eBay.

The 1/16 Cobra is/was/still is a basket case. My wife found it at the flea market, already assembled but fairly complete, it even had the box! It’s missing a few minor things and one major item, the windscreen frame. I’m at the point now I have to do some serious fabricating to finish the model and add all the missing items. Since it was so rough, I’ve used it as an experiment in scratch building and learning techniques. Definitely not show quality, but it will look cool on the shelf. If I don’t drop it again. The funny thing about using super glue, when you drop your kit, it doesn’t break. It explodes! Luckily the glue joint is the weakest part and nothing actually breaks. More will be done, but I’m at the point where I need to box it and not look at it for awhile. If I keep working on it, it may nit be an accident the next time it goes flying through the air.

My cuckoo clock… This kit proves that the world revolves around me. Last year, I found a NIB Cuckoo Clock Lindberg kit at spring Chiller Theater show and got a real jonsin’ for this odd ball piece. At $40 it was more than I was willing to spend on a novelty, at that time anyway. For the spring 2012 Chiller show, I was determined to pick it up, but it was sold. Darn. Frown face interested here. But the next day, I went to the flea market and had just finished commenting to the spouse about how I really wish I had picked that kit up when, low and behold on that yonder table, what do I see? A Lindberg Cuckoo Clock kit! Used, but 99% there plus enough spare parts to build two of kits. See that, I think about it and then *poof* I get it. Either I am the centre of the world, or I have the strange mutant ability to bring out of production model, of obscure subject matter, into existence.

I did mention it actually works, right? No. Well it does. Hopefully I can finish this thing up and get a video of it in action.

As far as the build goes, it was a simple restoration. Strip the paint, fix a few items and re-build. Painting is pretty simple, I went with autumn colors in acrylic, that I brushed on. It’s not a bad paint job. Before I call it complete, I’ll probably use the airbrush to help blend in the transitions from orange to yellow a little nicer. I do enjoy organic style painting, it’s far easier than trying to paint straight lines, keeping the paint shiny and blemish free. One issue I had, the decals. Decals that are nearly 50 years old, should never, ever be used I guess. I put them on and the next day they started to crackle and fall off. Oh well. They didn’t look good anyway. I’ll come up with something better for the face anyway. Yes, I’m the jilted model builder.

Next up is this swell Mach 5 High Grade Special kit. This thing is sweet! It has photo etched metal parts, vinyl hoses, and all of the goodies in the real Mach 5. You know, saw blades, robot homing bird, glass canopy, wings, jacks, propellers, video screen and a periscope. I feel bad for the guy selling this on eBay, I was able to snag this kit for $5! Every other kit like it has an asking price of at least $50. I’m keeping this kit simple, just a straight forward, paint it and build it. Right out of the box. No filling in seems, or anything beyond the basics. Since it is a Japanese import kit, it’s got first class fit and finish. There are a few minor problem areas, maybe one day I will address them. But right now, I want a simple, straightforward build. Hopefully i’ll have it done soon!

That’s all for now, time to get back to work.

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 who says Ican’t fly?

The lampshade below was a gift from my partner which I have wanted for a while now, it looks great sat on my vintage wooden lamp. The cacti was a gift to myself which I bought on a trip to York. I hope they grow really tall as I am very anxious about taking care of them properly. The books were from my parents, my sister and my partner. I also was given a screen printing kit as a gift so a lot of the books I received are to help inspire my printing skills, once I find the time to play with it.

The sugar skull garland was a gift from my sister, again an item I have wanted for a while now, so thank you Leigh. The cardboard bird house is once again  something I have wanted for a while and my partner gave me the beautiful wall piece which I think goes rather well with the whole facade of my wall. Finally the cuckoo clock which I treat myself to sits just under the bird house which surprisingly makes no noise at all. The lady swings side to side while the seesaw rocks from side to side at the same time. I have so many other creative gifts that I am very grateful for. Once again I hope you all had a lovely Christmas and have a wonderful New Year! Happy New Year everyone!