Thursday, March 10, 2011
Bet you don’t know what this is?
How about this?...
If you were a small anklebiter type, living in our street, you would have been informed in all straight-faced, adamant seriousness, that it is indeed a Dinosaur Egg*. Ah, the wonderment of having a Dinosaur Egg nesting in one’s garden.
After four years the story has finally run its course. Those little kids are four years the wiser and those of them who questioned periods of incubation and such-like, now raise but a cynical eyebrow. And these days, whenever anyone shows any sort of bewildered interest, the middle kid comes over all excitable and bug-lovin’ and turns the egg over to reveal the resident House(?) Redback(?) Spider. That’s her underside there, perched on her own, egg-y nest.
Ever since I came over all crocheted-rock obsessed, I have had my eye on the ex-Dinosaur Egg. And with all this mild, drizzly weather we’ve been having, it’s time to get a job done.
I have a doilied tablecloth:
I have coverage:
(I’m still toying with attachment notions versus all-over coverage, bespoke tailoring and glue guns and whatnot – not to mention a Spider Relocation Plan).
Oh, and then I have this:
And you can take it from me, there is natural yoghurt in the fridge.
I’ll be blending up a tasty cocktail of moss spores and yoghurty acidophilus and painting the ex-Dinosaur Egg with the gloop. And then I’m going to obsessively keep things all damp and moss-growing, conducive-like and see what happens next.
Totally inspired by this.
For all sorts of inspiration, pop by and see Kirst.
* Besides an ex-Dinosaur Egg, it is a somewhat weathered plaster mould of one of those fitball whatsits. Which the Mr cast eons ago for some startlingly necessary reason, which neither of us can recall.