Mr. C. Cow was on the phone yesterday and all I could hear him talk about was “the craft scene”. I wasn’t trying to listen in or anything. He sometimes makes it hard to not overhear his conversations because he’s a loud telephone talker. What was a “craft scene”? Is that where all the hip kids go to knit hats and do the origami thing? Why am I always the last to know about something neato?
It wasn’t until later on during the day that I found out “the craft scene” had nothing to do with making throw pillows or boxes out of popsicle sticks. Mr. C. Cow was talking about craft beer. I should have known better because the last time Mr. C. used glue he got his hoofs stuck together.
Mr. C. Cow’s telephone conversation got me thinking about combining crafts with craft beer. Make marionette puppets out of cardboard tubes while having a pint. Maybe sip on a stout while making a solar system out of styrofoam balls. (Crafty and educational!) As long as we make sure Mr. C. doesn’t glue his hoofs to a beer glass it might be entertaining!
Next time we go to a brewery I’m taking my arts and crafts kit with us. Maybe others would appreciate making yarn dolls.
Mr. C. Cow wanted to stop at some random beach the other day to collect seashells. He was watching some crafty show on television the other day so he’s been into multiple different types of crafts. One day we were hiking so he could find pretty rocks to turn into various rocky woodland creature statues complete with wiggly eyes. Another day we were looking for different fall leaves so that he could make holiday centerpieces. Today it was the need to look for seashells so that he could make them into necklaces. I’m really glad that Mr. C. Cow has gotten into the whole arts and crafts thing. It’s good to see him making something beautiful with his own two (counts…four) hoofs.
While searching the beach for the perfect shells we happened upon two animals holding up a sign pointing to where the party was. What party you ask? Well…we have absolutely no clue what party they were talking about. Beach party? Birthday party? When they told us we were more then welcome to come to the party it didn’t matter what kind it was. Free cake!
I’m always up for the random party. It’s one of the main reasons I keep party hats in the glove box in case of emergency. I also cannot deny Mr. C. Cow (Who was standing there with this bucket of shells moo-ing about free food) the opportunity to get his party on. Following their sign directions we went in search of the party party.
It ended up being more of a fall festival party then a party that involved cake. Mr. C. Cow was a tad bit upset at first since he believes that all parties should involve cake. Doesn’t matter if it’s a cocktail party or beach party, there should always be a cake.
We did run into a humorous chipmunk who was eating apples while laying in a hammock. Mr. C. Cow took their picture then made it into an advertisement trying to sell hammocks.
I see that his current love of arts and crafts combined with his newfound talent for taking postcards has morphed into making fake advertisements. Everyone needs a hobby I guess.
After eating multiple bushels of apples we took Mr. C. Cows bucket of shells back to the camper and were on our way. I can’t wait to see what his necklaces will look like when he’s done. Life is funny sometimes as we went from shell hunting to party guests to hammock sales people then back to making shell necklaces. Can’t say we’re boring.