Getting Snowhere Fast: An Abandoned Journey to Elf Land

Having carefully checked the weather forecast, traffic news and the reports of ElfDad, who had made half of the same journey in reverse, we set out yesterday to visit the Land of Elf/House with the Big Climbing Frame/Home of the Godchildren.  The route to the motorway was at a crawl, but relatively snow-free, and the motorway itself was no worse than normal.  Then (and fortunately not far from the services) the windscreen wipers decided to pack in.  So we pulled into the services and waited around three hours for the man with a van who can.  

Now hear me loud and clear - I am absolutely delighted with three hours.  We were together, in a safe place (with coffee, food, warmth, loos, and lots and lots of magazines), and with a low priority problem.  Husband did a great job trying to make repairs, and could not have possibly done any more.  We had a relaxing lunch, spent time chattering and reading, and made the decision that there was no way to complete the journey.  The man with the van showed us the service road homewards, and we were back in the house by 5pm.  

Sadly I have no picture reports of the igloo, volcano or other aspects of elven life.  When I put on my pointy ears at night, a delightful correspondence is continuing with Goddaughter E, who tells me that they had great fun playing with the elves out on the Big Climbing Frame.  She was particularly fond of the penguin and snowman earmuffs they had been sent as Elf and Safety Equipment.  Tonight I am told that they have reindeer feeding and a graduation ceremony to hold by Saturday, and then their work is done.  I shall be rather sad to see the elves depart.  I only hope that the Godchildren will want them back next year.  It would make an old pointy-eared Chief Elf (moi!) very happy.

Now, a little teasing.  While Husband has been out today, I've wrapped and hidden his presents.  I know he reads this blog, so I'll just say "try rattling, shaking and squeezing these, sweetheart...".  

Hope your list of things to do before Christmas is getting ever smaller.

Since we've no place to go...

...let it snow!  We've had much more than was forecast here.  A poor stranded motorist who had to abandon her car last night has just called by to borrow something to dig herself out.  As she lurched up our garden path, I noticed that the snow was well above her ankles.  Hopefully she'll manage to be on her way soon.

This is the view out of the bathroom window.  The snow is making really pretty patterns in the broom, and if you look upwards and left, you'd swear we were in the Alps.  Time for a little mulled wine?

And out the front, the holly tree is absolutely caked in snow - I can't even see the berries now.

And despite the weather, Mrs Prickles has produced her hog.  Baba Prickles slipped from the crochet hook after a very short labour of about an hour.  And very cute he is too.

Overnight, the Chief Elf has been kept very busy responding to email from both Goddaughter E and the two elves (apparently Della operates the keyboard while Bert zooms around with the mouse).  I hear that there were lots of star jumps and plenty of dancing outside last night, which has resulted in a significant snowfall today.  A little snowflake light (battery candle) was left outside overnight, in order that Santa could check his SPS (Santa Positioning System) ready for Christmas Eve night, when he will pick up the elves, ready for their Big Night at work.  Snow permitting, we are off to see them on Monday, when I hope to slip a little package or two to ElfMum to see them through the last week of Elf school.  I have space rations, a book of space poems and a little party pack for graduation day to deliver.  And, no doubt, plenty of elf mischief to hear about...

A Knight of the Round Table and Mrs Prickles

At home today, I have taken advantage of being the only one in by laying the Christmas presents out to check which ones are still missing, presumed delayed by snow.  The tally of slow deliveries is mercifully small, comprising two Christmas presents for my mum, which can wait if necessary, and the Goddaughter's birthday present, which can't wait.  So Plan B may involve a visit to a Toy Emporium or two.  I shall gird my loins stoutly in preparation.

Having started on a travel journal, I have been playing with my Promarkers while waiting for bits to dry.  I found a lovely illustration of Lancelot and Guinevere.  Just need to work out what to do with it now.

And from the talented and speedy crochet hooks of my mum, meet Mrs Prickles...

I think I may have problems letting her go; she is so gorgeous.  And that eyelash wool for her spikes is lovely and soft.  You may not be able to tell from the picture, but she is with hog, and there will soon be a Baba Prickles to go alongside her.

The Chief Elf speaks on matters vulcan, snoring, and dinosaurs.

Now that Goddaughter E has started corresponding with the Chief Elf, there's no stopping her!  Over the past couple of days she and Aragorn (Chief Elf) have touched on matters as diverse as the warmth of igloos, potential elf homesickness, and the need for volcanoes in the House with the Big Climbing Frame.

Tonight Aragorn really had to rack his brains to come up with a suitable reply:

Well done on finding that dinosaur.  I hope he is happy to be free from his volcano.  I am very impressed that the volcano has grown.  You must be feeding it well.  

If you hear a little chuffing sort of noise at night, that will be an elf snore.  You might also see the lid of the igloo moving up and down a bit with very big snores if they are particularly tired and in a very deep sleep.  Of course, they are trying to get plenty of sleep before Christmas Eve, when they will be up all night.  

Yes, the volcano has finally given birth to a dinosaur.  Sadly, she hasn't sent me a picture, but I hope that the Jurassic one has been a welcome addition to the household.  

Young E was very impressed that elves can snore.  I hope she won't be up too late tonight checking this out.  

Time to hang up my pointy ears for the night.

[For those of you uttering "Que?" in the matter of Manuel from Fawlty Towers, we have sent our Godchildren a pair of elves who are attending Elf School at the House with the Big Climbing Frame.  So far the elves have had plenty of lessons, conducted a reasonable amount of mischief, and eaten copious amounts of chocolate.  Not a bad life, eh?]

The One In Which The Chief Elf Corresponds With A Goddaughter

I heard yesterday via ElfMum that Goddaughter E was rather worried because the Chief Elf had not responded to her email.  After having logged into the Chief Elf's email addy each night for a number of days, I think I'd come to the conclusion that ElfMail was a step too far, and that the Chief Elf wouldn't be getting any mail.  Blushing to the tips of my elven ears, I quickly logged on to find...nothing.  Not even in spam.  So what else could a Chief Elf do but apologise.

Chief Elf wrote immediately, saying that he was so sorry and needed to be put on the naughty step.  But because he is so very old, if he gets on the naughty step now, he will need to stay there until after Christmas.  As he still has lots of Christmas jobs to do, please could he postpone the naughty step until the New Year?  And what did Goddaughter E want to ask him?

The lovely E responded, offering to send him back the naughty step which had arrived with Della and Bert (as they hadn't needed it much recently...I can only conclude that it had seen some action in the early days).  She had questions regarding the temperature inside igloos and the warmth of elves.  I am pleased to see that elfare was high on her list (sorry!).  The Chief Elf was appropriately reassuring (and accurate too, just in case!), also pointing out that elf skin is furrier that that of humans, which helps.

E wrote again this morning.  The volcano has arrived, but she isn't sure how it will help Della and Bert.  The Chief Elf has pointed out that they can see a volcano from their home igloo, and that this will remind them of home.  Hopefully it will be ignited tonight, and I can get a picture of it smoking before the dinosaur emerges from its belly.

I understand that Della and Bert had a long nap yesterday in the Godchildren's beds.  Now that they are nicely topped up with sleep, I can only imagine what mischief might be perpetrated, especially with an active volcano in the house.

WOYWW: Ephemera and Baby Wear

"It's the most curious time of the week..."

It's the day when crafters go blog hopping amongst the desks of others, hoping to see something novel, inspiring, or simply more messy than their own desk.  For more details, see Fair Julia's blog over at Stamping Ground.  

And on my own desk, a lovely bundle of ephemera.  I don't know if it's something to do with more snow on the way, but I have an urge to make travel journals, and this pile of ephemera has tickets aplenty.

And whilst not exactly on my own desk, I thought I should share what my lovely mum has been working on.  Inspired by successfully transforming Grumpy the dwarf into dashing Della the beautiful elf for the Godchildren's Elf School (see various posts passim if this is new to you), she's picked up the crochet hooks.  So far she's made some lovely baby hats (primrose and bluebell shown above) and she's starting on a pattern for a gorgeous hedgehog in autumnal eyelash wool.

Happy WOYWW, and may your desks be full of what pleases you.

Sweeter than Candy: Presents and Elf Rations

Courtesy of the talented Crafty Womble, I have won my first piece of blog candy.

It's a lovely accordion mini book which I shall be using to stash all my Christmas secrets.  I really want to have a go at making one of these, so it's great to see one close up.  However, I don't think I can do nearly such a good job as Crafty Womble; thank you so much - it's a beauty, as is the card that came with it.  Pop over to Crafty Womble's blog at the link above for much better pictures and very clear instructions.  That picture above was taken at about 2pm, showing that the shortest day can't be far away (if we get much less daylight, I shan't bother opening the curtains at all!).

In matters elven, I have received a delivery of space rations (freeze dried neapolitan ice cream) which will be on its way soon.  Such rations are, of course, commonplace for elves as they weigh very little on the sleigh.  What the godchildren may make of them is another matter.  If they don't like the ice cream, I shall be hoping for the leavings, as freeze-dried ice cream is a very fine thing indeed (and if you ask me, wasted on elves).

WOYWW: A lost voice and a volcano

It's Wednesday.  It's Crackerjack!  Oops, wrong day (and much puzzlement to those of you not from the UK and not of a certain age).   So it must be What's on Your Workspace Wednesday.  For a good snoop at more crafty desks, head on over to the DeskMeister Supreme, Julia at Stamping Ground.  

First up, apologies to those of you whose desks I didn't reach last week.  The week before I swooped and snooped at everyone's space.  Then last week, I had the return of the foul pestilence (bronchitis followed by flu) and retired whimpering to lick my wounds and feel sorry for myself.  I reckon I'm on the mend, although I haven't got much voice (so perhaps I should SHOUT here just because I can...that's better).

You can see further evidence of the flu on today's desk.  I am now a connoisseur of the various Strepsils flavours (Blackcurrant Extra Strength are the current favourites, followed by Warm).   Also in shot is something much more exciting: next year's diary.  I have been looking to do some early bookings for next year's craft fairs, and the diary is starting to see some action.  

I'm a bit short on creative inspiration this week, so I've been trying to focus on the less exciting stuff like doing my accounts (*yawn*), tidying out my cupboards (*treasures*) and planning some projects.

In matters elven, the Elf Mum has suggested that I consider making the Elf School for sale next year.  So I have been thinking about what an Elf School pack could comprise, and how much parents might like to do for themselves with their children.  Elf Dad called yesterday and said that the kids were obsessed with the elves, so I'm glad the novelty isn't wearing off.

Today's post brought a gift for the godchildren from the elves.  As they are visiting from a country near the land of fire and ice, I thought that they might welcome a volcano to sit near their igloo.  The volcano apparently burbles and smokes for a couple of days and then produces a dinosaur.  As you do...  Let's hope that it keeps them entertained for a while.

This will be off to the House with the Big Climbing Frame soon.

The Elf Parents Speak

We had some lovely news from the Elf Parents.

The gambling den went down very well.  Goddaughter E worked hard to win back all the chocolate coins from the elves.  Did you notice that the lovely Della had won more than her fair share of chocolate coins?  Atta Girl, Della!

On the morning following the snowball fight, Godson D was sitting on the sofa for half an hour looking around.  Every now and then there was a fresh outbreak of giggles when he looked again at the snowballs.

Goddaughter E has worked out that the elves are making mischief for two nights, and then have a night off.  So Elf Mum is planning to surprise her with some extra mischief this week.

I have some special elf treats on order, so there will be items sent to The House With The Big Climbing Frame soon.  I'll let you know what's being sent.  Two little hints: 1) fire and ice and 2) space.

Further Despatches from the Ministry of Elf

The Chief Elf been advised that Della and Bert have visited human school, had an elves' night in with DVDs and chocolate, and assisted in writing to Santa.  So far, so good...

However, there has also been evidence of mischief making including:

 - kidnap (Stitch was found bound in a sleeping bag)
 - possible petty theft (both elves were found hiding in the fridge) - stock taking is now underway
 - the establishment of a gaming den (see evidence below)

How did they get so much cash???

All in all, I think the evidence points to only one conclusion:  we adults are having just as much fun as the kids.