Thursday, March 17, 2011
It was with bad mother singlemindedness that I tackled the ex-Dinosaur Egg yesterday. I’ve been itching to get on to it since last week and nothing was stopping me. Amazingly, we did not eat baked beans for dinner – I outdid myself with uberness and presented health-giving salad (with sprouts!) and trout for dinner. But all failed on the clean undies front this morning and the middle is wearing his bathers.
So yesterday was all about glue gunning and hacking into thrifted doilies and tablecloths. Things are a bit iffy around the edges (at least at the back)...
Then I picked up a kid from school and then I made a milkshake.
The middle kid was keen until he saw what went in to the concoction: One litre of natural yoghurt, a tablespoon of sugar and a healthy dose of moss and moss spores. Mmmmm.
The theory is that the gloop, if kept in the right environment, will promote the growth of moss over the ex-Dinosaur Egg. The theory is the same for growing moss on rocks. The other theory is that the moss may just grow to look like a green fuzzy doily.
There was nothing delicate about the application...
...and I can confirm that the heady waft of warm yoghurt and moss spores stays with you for a surprisingly long time after you’ve hosed yourself down.
On the up side, there was a miraculously moisturising effect. I have one super-stinky but almost youthful-looking hand. Posh cosmetic companies take note.
Meanwhile, for now, it’s all a frequently-spritzed, maintenance-of-damp, cross-fingered, waiting game.
More spaces of the creative kind over at Kirsty’s...