It's a good couple of months since I've scrapped and I keep thinking I must get back to it. Then it hits me - I have been scrapping, well kind, of. Remember those boots? And last night I made tags for our Christmas presents - here they are. Amazing what you can make in one hour with some Heidi Swapp chipboard letters and some Basic Grey paper offcuts.
OK, now you might be wondering about some of the strange names you see on the tags.
"Fur" is the nickname my family calls my sister, Katrina. It's the name my father bestowed on her when she was born with a mop of beautiful dark hair.
"Vat" is what we call my father. Pronounced 'fart' it came about when I was in the 3rd form studying German for the first time. I was delighted to discover that the German word for father is "Vater" . Sometimes shortened to "Vati " (daddy) but I took it a step further and he became "Vat" sounding just a bit rude. More than one person has asked me "What did you call your father?". It's stuck though, for nearly 30 years!.
I call my mother "Bumble" but when I owned Tuatara Tales and she'd help out with classes etc I got used to referring to her as Fay (which, after all, is her name). Can't recall quite where 'Bumble" came from but I was around 12-13 and driving her nuts with a silly rhyme I made up (that I still remember)
"Mumble, Bumble, rough and tumble
Made a cake and it did crumble
So our poor old tums did rumble
Mumble, Bumble, Tumble, Rumble".
Totally random and no reflection at all on her cooking as she is a great cook.
Collectively my parents are known as "The Bumbles" - as in "We're just going to visit The Bumbles".
Are other families this weird?