Well! Just as I was logging into Typepad I got a message from Andrea at Apples and Pears awarding me a Stylish Blogger Award! Eeee, missus! How exciting! Thank you so much!
I have been trying to think of 7 interesting things to tell you about myself but I can't at the moment, so I will jiggle this around in my head for a few days and see what I can think of.
In the meantime, I wanted to tell you about a walrus. Yes, alright, this is a blog about crafts and cookery and suchlike, but I'm pregnant and therefore can take outrageous liberties and blame it on the hormones! So there!
In Forest Hill, in deepest south London, there is a museum called the Horniman Museum. It opened in 1901 and was built to house the collections of Victorian tea trader Frederick John Horniman after they outgrew his family home. Horniman's original collections centred around natural history specimens, cultural artefacts and musical instruments, and this has been developed over the years - it now has an amazing range of artifacts from other cultures (eg. African and native American), and recently opened a new wing, which if I remember right, houses a large musical instrument collection.
Horniman's original idea was to "bring the world to Forest Hill", which , if you know Forest Hill, may well make you laugh, but it certainly is a worthwhile museum to go to if you are visiting London.
Anyway, the walrus.
(photo from here)
Horniman collected a number of animal specimens including a walrus which was presumably sitting on an ice berg, enjoying the sun and minding its own business in Hudson Bay in Canada until a chap called J.H. Hubbard came along with a big gun in 1870 or thereabouts.
In those days, not much was known about animal anatomy so the art of taxidermy was a bit hit and miss. In the case of this walrus, it was rather a miss - the taxidermist didn't know that walruses have skinfolds, so he stuffed the skin to within an inch of its life. And now, this taxidermical (is that a word?) cock-up has made this animal probably the best known walrus in London.
I can't go into stuffed animal galleries anymore, they really make my skin crawl, but I do remember the few times I've seen the walrus and I really feel for him, poor chap. He even looks like he's straining to keep upright in the photograph!
So why did I tell you about the walrus? Well, I waddled up the hill to the vet yesterday morning (Mrs Grey Cat needed some wormer) and thought, god, I feel just like that walrus. The baby is now in a tentative head down position which makes walking uncomfortable (they never tell you that in the books!) so I really am staggering aound in a rather over-stuffed manner. My teeth are fine though.
By the way, did I mention that we're going to get another scan? Tomorrow, in fact. So hopefully we will get a definitive answer on what sex young Avalanche is. I'm still sewing in variety pack mode (when I manage to find time to sew) but a definitive answer would be helpful, doncha think?