Shakespeare in the Playground... And a Wonky Star, or Two, or Three, or...

Well the title of this post sums up my day so far.

When I could, I spent the morning working on my hand stitching around the wonky stars. I have completed eight of twenty so far. Here a few of my favourites -

This little diddy one is only three inches across.

For those of you who saw this block's creation -
Yes, I left that big old blue dot in there because I forgot.
Out of sight, out of mind - until it is too late.

I just love the strong reds here.

For the afternoon I had the edifying experience of watching a group of four to eleven year olds perform Antony and Cleopatra. It was, um, interesting, entertaining, humourous at times, and a very good effort on their part.

Emily was a narrator -

And also the maker of waves when the sea battle raged -

Helen was Cleopatra's chief maid servant, Charmian (seen here hiding behind a piece of artwork after the finish of the play) -

As you can imagine, she loved the wig. Not!

So it's been a full day all in all. My brain has also been working very hard - with results - which is a result in itself! I have finally come up with a plan for my July bee blocks. We were given some Oakshott cotton in two colours and a free will to do what we liked. That put the fear into me! But I now have a plan. Thank goodness for that! And in the process of coming to a decision on the blocks for Judith I also came up with a plan for when it is my turn in the bee. I have gone over various ideas since the inception of the bee and this is the first idea that actually excites me - so I guess it is the one. Of course I can't tell you until the end of August, the same time I tell my bee pals. You will have to just be satisfied with the thought that it is a huge weight off my mind! Now I just hope that Miss August doesn't come up with something similar before my turn arrives!

Suppose I will have to feed the two beasties dinner tonight. Wouldn't it be nice if you only had to do things like that when you were in the  mood? Never mind, the noise they would make if I didn't would be more annoying than the actual preparation of the food. I do like cooking, but some days I just really can't be arsed bothered. Suppose they are too young to teach them the joys of popcorn for dinner!? They should really learn that decadence all by themselves.

Susan