i could make mount rushmore out of pink playdough
So, time has passed. Another set of exams has been and gone. New York, some snow, Sherlock series 2, Christmas and my first time ever playing Scrabble have been and gone. (For the record, I am awesome at scrabble).
And now it's half term! With that weird post-snow muddy-grass-ness that happens when all the snow melts. My mum and I are going to Newcastle again, for a post offer visit day, even though it's no longer my first choice. It will have to try very hard to entice me away from the beautiful clutches of Southampton.
I made Playdough the other day. You see, it's my turn to run the craft at the church kids group I help out at, and the story that week was the feeding of the four thousand. So, I'm going to make some orange Playdough, and some blue Playdough, and each child can make a little load and a little fish to take home. Yay! However, I first needed to assess that I can make Playdough. So I did two trial ones. First, I made a half-quanties batch (which I coloured pink because I love pink). Turns out, you don't even need half-quantities. I now own far more pink Playdough than I can ever see myself needing. I could sculpt a small mountain range out of the volume of pink Playdough that I now possess. I also did a second trial run of colours, which worked fine, and then I used them all to make a small Playdough pony, who is rather sweet and is sitting on our kitchen window, although she does seem to lean rather heavily to one side.
My gran visits today, and I haven't seen her in a while, so I'm going to attempt to bond with her over Captain America. Because, you know, the 40s. And Chris Evans. I'm sure we'll both like that.
(Also, did everyone see Miss Piggy interviewing Michael Fassbender at the BAFTAs last night? And Colin Firth giving Meryl Streep her shoe? These are the sorts of things that remind me the world is a good place.)
And now it's half term! With that weird post-snow muddy-grass-ness that happens when all the snow melts. My mum and I are going to Newcastle again, for a post offer visit day, even though it's no longer my first choice. It will have to try very hard to entice me away from the beautiful clutches of Southampton.
I made Playdough the other day. You see, it's my turn to run the craft at the church kids group I help out at, and the story that week was the feeding of the four thousand. So, I'm going to make some orange Playdough, and some blue Playdough, and each child can make a little load and a little fish to take home. Yay! However, I first needed to assess that I can make Playdough. So I did two trial ones. First, I made a half-quanties batch (which I coloured pink because I love pink). Turns out, you don't even need half-quantities. I now own far more pink Playdough than I can ever see myself needing. I could sculpt a small mountain range out of the volume of pink Playdough that I now possess. I also did a second trial run of colours, which worked fine, and then I used them all to make a small Playdough pony, who is rather sweet and is sitting on our kitchen window, although she does seem to lean rather heavily to one side.
My gran visits today, and I haven't seen her in a while, so I'm going to attempt to bond with her over Captain America. Because, you know, the 40s. And Chris Evans. I'm sure we'll both like that.
(Also, did everyone see Miss Piggy interviewing Michael Fassbender at the BAFTAs last night? And Colin Firth giving Meryl Streep her shoe? These are the sorts of things that remind me the world is a good place.)