I didnt say what! LOL
After having a bad flu, I've been a bit off recently and I fell into a bit of an artistic void. I wasnt having fun with anything.
I have had loads of encouragement to get my act together from lots of wonderful friends so this will be my last bit o fluff post,
I feel, I am ready to get seriously creative now.
Just gotta get the mojo a go go!
Thanks to all who thought enough of me to give me a swift kick!
Oh what a shock...
The story behind my little chicken goes something like this:
Jarred my 6 year old came home Friday last week saying
something about needing a hen suit for this Friday. I just kinda went
"yep I am sure Mr Gregor will send a note home as teachers
do to let us know, darling, exactly what you need."
No note came. He was insistant and more and more each day, demanding we go down the street
and buy a "chicken suit"!! NOW!!!
I couldnt tell you how many ways I tried to explain
"sweety ....THERES NO SUCH THING as a chicken suit shop!!!!
I'm sure someones told Mr G the rules, we mothers make nothing without a note!!!"
Every now and then they'd be a slight change to his story I just kept thinking he had it a bit muddled as little ones sometimes do, especially when they are excited
and this "performance" was ages away for some special event???
By Wednesday he's lamenting all the other kids mums went to that place on the add on TV, (Debs fancy dress and dance hire shop!)they didnt make theirs and "we could just do that, cause my hen has to have a mohawk and a beard like a real chicken!!!
Translation: a comb on its head and a wattle under its chin.
I went for a job as a chicken sexer at Biarda, near Tamworth a hundred years ago, thats how I know these things !!!
But thats a whole other story! LOL