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Sunday, August 28, 2011

A swimming day

It's not often that a person who lives in a note book like Alice Isabella gets the opportunity to go for a swim... but the notebook was open this afternoon and she begged me to take her with me.


So I did.


She shuffled around in her little old case and bought out a scrimply, striped bathing suit.


We walked down to the swimming pool and I reminded her that she still had her hat on.!!!!


"I know, I know" she said with a cross look on her face. "its a special floating hat, I don't know how to swim"


Well I knew that hat wouldn't save her when she was in the water so I found a couple of blow up rings.


I decided to hop into the bubble tub first... and I looked up to see Alice coming towards me with this strange look on her face and the two rings around her waist... the only problem is that she didn't take her arms out when she put the rings on.






"You need to take your arms out so you can float" I said to her... 


"It's OK" she said and jumped right in the water.


So there she was bobbing around in the pool wiggling her skinny legs in her scrimply, striped bathing suit.


She squealed with laughter as she bobbed up and down. The splashed water dripped off her hat and it sank lower and lower around her face... she looked like a drowned rat... but she had a lovely time.


She was rather an item of interest in the swimming pool this afternoon. Now I guess she's tucked up in her little notebook bed.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Tilly has the answer....!!!


Miss Tilly sent this message..




I think that this might be worse than "Silver Bells" however, I will give it a go and see what happens.


Alice Isabella enjoyed herself on the farm, but she did have a few adventures...


One night we visited the Dairy. Alice Isabella took no notice of me when I told her to put on her little rubber  boots. (she has some that look like green frogs with big eyes)
..But NO, she wanted to wear her dainty fairy shoes she bought the day before....


It was cold and wet in the dairy and the floor was sloshed with unmentionables....(Pooh) actually. 
Big round plops of cow p....h.... 


Alice danced around like a princess saying "OOH Pooh, OOh Pooh" and waving her princes arms in the air, suddenly she slipped and fell flat on her bottom in the pooh.....


3 of the "lovely ladies" who worked in the dairy fished her out with a big hook that they used to push the cows into place.... they hung her up to dry in the rafters and she wasn't very happy....


But do you know what...?


She stopped singing Silver Bells. I think that's amazing.







Sunday, July 10, 2011

I decided to take Alice isabella on a trip to the farm this morning.
It was a bit difficult getting her out of her warm notebook bed, she was wrapped in a note paper quilt and her sheets and pillow slip are made from silk bookmarks
When I opened the book, there she was with just her little nose out of the cover, the paper quilt was pulled right up to her eyes and she made an Isabella whistling noise as she slept.. Well at least it is better than her singing.
She sleeps with her hat on and it gets a bit skew whiff during the night.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Alice Isabella is rather annoying

It's some time since Alice Isabella came out of my handbag.
In fact, she has been out and about but we just haven't had the time to share our adventures with you all.
Miss Tilly has been inventing stories for her but we didn't put them to air.


Sometimes she just likes to do private things without sharing.


However, the fact that she is now in South Africa is such an exciting adventure that she couldn't remain in there by herself for long.



Cat No 1. is named Zeba-diah
Cat No 2. is named Fish fingers
Cat No 3. is named Fat friday

By the way, she isn't ever lonely.... she does have 3 cats in the note book to keep her company.
Why do they have such strange names....?


Hmm, that's another story all together.


Alice does annoy me sometimes.... she hums a lot and it's so embarrassing when you are standing in line.... for instance in immigration or the shopping cue, or the bus cue... and you have humming coming out of your hand bag.


I tried to think of something to cover the noise.... sometimes I cough.. other times I engage others in the line in conversation. But that doesn't always work.


She sings "Silver Bells" it drives me mad. It's one of those songs that sticks in your head and you can't get it out....






Then I tried to trick her and I left her in my black handbag and hid it in my big suitcase and used my orange one...


But she outsmarted me... she took my purse and put it in the bag her notebook house is in and I just had to take her along.


Still singing Silver Bells.


Little Possum she is.


Now I think I need to teach her a new song.


Miss Tilly what song do you thing would be interesting for her to learn and I don't think I could cope with your favourite song.....





Sunday, May 15, 2011

Alice visits France



Alice Isabella loved France.
So did her traveling companion Miss P. Smedley.
and Jack the Jack Russell.
He decided to stay with Miss Alice because his family were going away on holiday.

The three of them became a little band, they walked for miles along the cobblestone pavements.

There were lots of interesting things for Jack to sniff and there were cats everywhere... on the steps by the door, under the chairs, and on the pavement (footpath) Now this excited him very much.



They sat in little cafes on red cane chairs facing the road and drank coffee and said 
"Merci" (which means thank you)

Miss P Smedley had to help Alice Isabella with her pronunciation, because she kept saying "Mercy, Mercy, Mercy" in a sing song voice instead of saying it the french way.

Alice Isabella can sing Fre-re Jacques, and she annoyingly sang it very often in her high spindly voice. 


"Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don."



She can be so annoying at times.

Jack, the Jack Russell put his paws over his ears sometimes, but at other times he joined in. He can speak French you know, he has a strong doggy accent but it's quite nice really.

One special day they visited a beautiful garden.



It was once owned by Mr and Mrs Monet. (You don't say "Mon - ET" you say "Mon - A")

A very, very, merry, long time ago, Mr Monet was a painter.

He painted all day and all night in his bright yellow kitchen.

The walls were yellow, the table was yellow and   even the curtains were yellow. It looked like it had been kissed by the sun.


He painted flowers, and bridges and waterlily s with flair and gusto.

(that means he painted very strongly)



It was sunny in the garden.

It was warm and kind.

It smelt wonderful and the bees and butterflies were having a wonderful time visiting each other for a cuppa.

I wonder if they had baby cino? "That's a children's cappuccino"

To be continued.:-
















Monday, May 2, 2011

Alice goes to Paris.

There is always the unexpected.

There is always a surprise.

Storms come with alarming regularity and at times the world bows to their creativity.

Such a storm affected the Travel of Alice Isabella on her trip to France.

Miss P Smedley, her friend, with whom she traveled had to leave on an earlier flight   due to the storm approaching.

Alice Isabella accompanied her in the notebook in her handbag.

It was warm and comfortable there and in fact it saved an airfare.....

The first part of the trip was to Montreal in Canada and Miss P Smedley was so relaxed after the flight she forgot that she left her notebook in the seat of the plane when she got off.

She waited at the gate for the plane to Paris with her other friends forgetting all about miss Alice.

Alice Isabella was actually taking a nap and woke feeling quite relaxed. 

It took her a little while to realise here was something strange. There was no plane noise or vibration.... what was happening.?

Well, its a bit hard when you're stuck in a notebook in the back of a plane seat... you just can't get out until someone takes you out.

Suddenly she felt herself being lifted up by a great big hand. Someone with chewing gum breathe flipped through the book making her dizzy and then all of a sudden she felt herself flying through the air and landing upside down in a garbage bag.

She almost got a headache being in that position.

Where was her friend Miss P Smedley?

How was she going to get out of this situation?

The garbage bag was placed with other bags in the storage room. 

Alice Isabella's bottom lip quivered... for pete's sake she had only just been rescued from jail... now she was in a garbage bag in Montreal Canada.... and she was cold and frightened.

She heard a noise... 

A small noise at first....

A whining noise.....

Alice called out in a small voice.

"is anybody there, can you help me?"

The whining got louder.....

"Whiiiiiiiine whaaaaat do you neeeeeeeed, woof."

"I need to meet my friend Miss P Smedley, she's going to Paris."

"Whine..... I'm going there too, woof.... I'm Jack, the Jack Russell and my owners are taking me to Paris....." said the little brown dog.

"Oooh, can you help me" said Alice Isabella, "I'm afraid I'll get lost" she said.

"Woof, what if I get out of this cage and come and get you and you can ride with me to Paris."..

Alice was so excited she could barely talk.

"Thank you a thousand times"... she said a little dramatically.

Jack the Jack Russell was a really clever dog. He undid the latch on his blue container and ran over to the garbage bag and tore it apart with his sharp teeth.
He picked up the notebook very gently and took it back to his dog container...

Alice Isabella was surprised it was so comfortable... it had a soft rug, a container for water and but it smelt a little "doggy"

BUT she was safe and going to Paris.

She traveled all the way with Jack the Jack Russell and when it came time for him to meet his owners, he gently lifted her out of the notebook and placed her on the luggage belt....

Now Miss P. Smedley hadn't even missed her notebook... you can imagine her surprise when she looked up an there Alice Isabella sitting on her luggage as it came out of the hole thing.

How exciting.


















Sunday, April 24, 2011

Very Interesting things.

So, Alice Isobella had escaped... and just in time too.

But you know she was really sad because she had completely missed the Quilt Show.

She tried not to show her sadness... in fact she was quite good at that.

She smiled a lot, but sometimes if you looked carefully enough, you could see her sad eyes and her bottom lip just had the slightest quiver.

She was very grateful that her new friend "Beulah Baster, the batting babe" had whipped her away on her Harley....a Harley Davison Motorbike to be exact. In fact you may be interested to know that lots of cool Quilters ride on Harleys...

When someone does something kind and special for you, you must always thank them... so Alice  gave Beulah the Baster a big hug and a kind smile. "Thankyou so much" she said. Beulah, gave a shrug and got back on her bike.
"You're welcome Maam" she said and started up that big old harley, Vroom, Vroom.

In fact she was showing off a little and almost skidded as she took off down the road. 


The "Basting Babes" visited with Alice Isabella and told her that the Quilt policeman was just fine now and they didn't really hurt him with their circle of rotary cutters... in fact he decided to change his career and become a "long arm of the law" quilter.

During all these events... Alice Isobella's friend, Miss P. Smedley had been traveling.

She traveled to a place called "Hot Springs" where the hot water bubbles up from very deep in the earth.

How does it get hot?

Well, there is a big cave under the earth, small people "the Jibblings" dressed in green hats, red and white striped legs and little blue shirts spend most of their time boiling kettles on big old stoves.
This is true....
Look at this photo... and you can see the water bubbling up to the top of the earth so that we can share in this wonderful thing.






Can you imagine that if you really wanted to you could go down main street when no one is looking and take a bath in the hot springs... (that would be amazing).



Miss P. Smedley, had been in a town called Alamogordo where they have a Pure White desert with big sand hills to slide down, its amazing, it looks like snow but its hot!!!!


very, very interesting


The donkeys live on the roof






Very, very interesting.


There are cactus that look like bats with prickles and mountains so high they touch the sky.



Miss P Smedley found this a very very  interesting place.