I can't believe our toy making year is almost over again. Everyone at the woodworking club is frantically painting and finishing to get our toys ready for our big give-away day in early December. I keep promising myself I'll take some real lessons in folk-art but each year goes by and I haven't done so. The problem is finding the time for lessons. I know, I know, I have the same amount of hours in a day as DaVinci and Michelangelo, but perhaps they didn't spend most of their time knitting. I've found that I can get away with a few daubs of colour that sort of look like flowers and until someone tells me I'm doing a crummy job I guess that's what I'll continue to do. That's our breakfast room that's doubling as an art studio. The light's better there and that old table has taken some punishment over the years. Solid as a rock and as heavy as lead (OK I'm exaggerating) it's been a kid's cubby house, sailing boat, dressmaking stand to name a few so a few smears of paint are unlikely to upset it. There are my cotton reels behind the pram. I finally got round to drilling the holes down their centre today, nails come next and then they'll be ready for action as little knitting Nancies. Hope your weekend was a good one. Rained like mad here. Filling our state's dams up nicely. Almost 50% full now. Bye for now until next time.