Eggs Anyone?

Happy Monday everyone. I am down in London, doing a spot of family catching-up. One of the things I have brought down with me is an egg box. I looked at this tray, and thought 'hmmmm' and instead of throwing it away....

I painted it with cream acrylic paint, just the outside, then added a bit of old paper distress ink to the edges............

Then started to build a little scene. I used the fence from My Community, Clouds and chick from Create a Critter, and grass from Zooballoo. The little vines were from Zooballoo as well, and I added some tiny paper flowers

I filled it with those Kinder eggs that have a little toy inside, this one is for Kiki and Monty to share, so they will be able to have an egg each day during Easter - I have taken a few 'spares' with me as well in case they have friends visiting, or just fancy a chocolate fest if Mummy allows

Someone remarked that I don't seem to have met any crazy people lately, and it's true, my jaunts out into the big wide world outside the crafty cupboard have been quite boring. Some things continue to be a constant source of irritation/amusement though - 


The look on men's faces when their women say 'I just want to pop in here' outside a clothes shop.......


People who stand squarely in the middle of an aisle in the supermarket with a large trolley (shopping cart), gossiping with friends who they haven't met for years who have an equally large trolley. Together they manage to block off the entire aisle and they look at you in irritation when you mutter 'excuse me' and try to reach the teabags on the shelf behind them. One of these days, my trolley is going to turn into a battering ram....


Why is it that when I am parked on the top floor of a car park, and have the lift (elevator) blissfully to myself, all set to sail straight up to the top level, someone always jumps in just as the doors are closing, followed by other people who then press the buttons to stop on every floor. The same people press the button for floor one, take their trolley and look vaguely around and say 'oh I don't think this is our floor' and get back in again, pressing a few more buttons. Happens every time


These same people, who know that they have to put their ticket into a machine and pay before they can leave, stand at the ticket machine with a huge queue behind them, searching  through all their pockets and bags for the missing ticket. It is eventually located in a little zippy pocket in their purse, and we all have to wait while they find change for the machine, usually counted out in very small denomination coins. 'I'm two pence short dear, have you got two pennies...' 


They are of course the same people in front of you in a queue at the coffee shop, the ones who chat gaily to each other while the people in front are served, then when it is their turn, say 'oh, I don't know wait a minute' in a startled way to the server, taking about five minutes to look at the menu and discuss the merits of a skinny latte over a mocha with an extra shot......


Sometimes it's better just to stay at home!


See you tomorrow