Still trying to catch up from last Weekend. I'm woefully late with commenting but rest assured I will get round to all your lovely blogs.I'm not ignoring you.
Miss Di (my partner in crime) has I know already shown you a couple of her makes and told a few tales from the Crafting Workshop! I have managed to finish off 2 of mine as well and as they are slightly different have included them below.
I chose the orange pack for my caddy whilst Miss Di and Kim chose the purple.Needless to say we ran out of time to complete in the workshop but when I got back home The Doc saw my box and his eyes lit up. He straight away commandeered it saying it would be ideal for him for taking all his bits and bobs (ie mobile phone, house phone, remote door chime, keys etc) out into the garden whilst he is working outside and keeping them altogether and easy to pick up in one go. Here it is loaded up with a couple of the said items.
Here in lies a tale though. I have already just mentioned that Miss Di and Kim chose the purple caddy to make up and this is the ensuing saga.
On getting back to our hotel on the workshop night and unloading our makes Miss Di quickly realised that somewhere/somehow in moving our makes from one workshop straight to another that hers and Kim's caddies had been mixed up. A quick phone call to Kim in her hotel and it was arranged that Kim would bring Di's caddy back to the show in the morning and leave it in the cloakroom and when we arrived we could swap them over leaving the correct one for us to take back at the end of the day. Mission was duly accomplished with no hiccups. Kim left early in the afternoon and we set off on foot back across the cowpat field about an hour later. Now we did have the forethought to register where we had left Di's car (Miss Daisy), ten rows back from the hedge in the morning except when we arrived in the field half the cars were gone so counting the rows was a no go. We desperately trundled up and down and just as we were on the point of giving up we happened to turn round and there she was! Nowhere near where we had been searching!! Having got back to the hotel we stopped at the garage to refill Miss Daisy and just as Di go to the till to pay there in her purse lay the cloakroom ticket for the Caddy! A quick decision was made to trundle straight back to the show and reclaim it as though we were going back the next day we didn't know what the organizers would do with property left each evening. No way were we going back in the cowpat field so we shot straight in through the disabled parking area and pulled right up outside the venue where I piled out with ticket in my hand and left Di with the engine running in a disabled parking slot. Piece of cake or so I thought. Arriving at the counter and handing the ticket in, the attendant gave me a dour look and said "oh yes something fell out of this bag onto the floor do you know what it was?" Eek! Quick look up to heaven for inspiration which wasn't forthcoming and then a mumbled " well was it flip flops in a plastic bag by any chance?" from the attendant . At this point I think I would have said yes to anything so I just fled with the caddy and the flip flops back to Di with a quick lets get the hell out of here before we're caught on camera.
The moral of the story is don't choose the same caddy colour(I know we didn't get a lot of choice) but do choose a nice big bottle of wine to have back in the hotel room!!
I didn't get my easel box finished in the workshop either. On getting it home I decided to remake the dawer part as my first measurements were a tad on the small side and it kept falling out. I didn't really want to use the image supplied with the box either so I had a quick look through the freebie Hunkydory packs we had been given at the end of the workshops and found this one more to my liking which also had a gold frame around it and would be perfect for giving to my Granddaughter on our next visit.
Finally, I still think the plastic bags would have looked really good on Miss Di's feet especially as I had offered to tie them round her ankles in pretty bows.
Well I will not be beat. You will use your plastic bags up.
You will, you will, you will......................................................................................
Entering the following challenges:
Pixie's Crafty Workshop #250. Use up your snippets (It took darn ages to snip that plastic bag up).