Showing posts with label Judi Dench. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Judi Dench. Show all posts

Sunday, July 1, 2007

Destructo-Kenny meets the Pope



So, this is a little peek at "what the heck's going on in there?" from a slightly different angle. Here you can see the 'point-of-sale' station, which will be wearing that gorgeous 'dolphin' tile I showed you yesterday. Kenny has been working devilishly quick, so I thought he needed a visit to see the Pope, you know, to cleanse and refresh his spirit... and to get a belly-full of some yummy grub:

he did not exactly behave himself. Yes, he is in fact giving "Benny 16" the bunny-ear treatment. Hopefully this will not slow progress on the storefront, which has seemed to benefit from divine intervention more than a few times already... yes, we know what's going on but try to explain it to muggles... and I'm sorry, ladies, that I didn't get a better photo of Kenny. One that wasn't orange... with a life-sized bust of the Pope in front of him. I can assure you we'll catch him in a tool belt eventually. He wears work boots, Josetta. But he's extremely married, to a rockin' cool lurker. (Say hi to Christie, everybody!)



Here's the show and tell portion of the photo-laden post. I ordered really comfy swivel rockers for the store. Four in this slightly English, stylish little number (two each in the floral fabric shown here:

and this gorgeous hottie, who, although beautiful, wasn't dressed just right for Clementine's...



so I bought her a dress in this fabric, Galaxy Marble. She was so thrilled, I bought one for her identical twin, too. I still have to find a fabulous fabric to recover the sofa in, something in a faded red, possibly floral, though an all over viney print would be okay. If I can't find something suitable before Clementine returns, she's threatened to splash leopard spots or zebra stripes on the poor old sofa. We cannot let this happen.



As for her 'road rallye', neither she nor Sting won. It seems that when everyone stopped in at a public house to wash the dust from their throats, Dame Judi Dench let the air out from everyone's tyres (I swear that's how she spelled it in the telegram) and went on to take the trophy cup. I adore Judi Dench. More so now that she got the better of our old Clementine. Have a fun and/or profitable night, and best wishes to Mel, aka Lotusknitter, who should be starting a job in a better location, where she isn't 'expected' to have a 'profitable night'. Cami