This morning, when Tessie heard the news about the Miniature Blog of the year award from About.com, she was ecstatic. Her first reaction was...."I did it! ME!!! My blog!!!". It took a while to calm her down.
Then I quietly reminded her that she wasn't the only one involved. She answered with, "Of course, you get credit for running the typewriter thingy. And helping me make some of the minor miniatures....I did most of the work."
After doing a few dance steps around the room, she announced, "I am Queen. At least for today. I need a crown and scepter. Oh! And a castle, throne and maybe a fancy rug to keep my feeties warm."
I went and pulled the box with egg carton stones from the top shelf. I had to kick the Prince of Persia out, but it served the purpose of a castle backdrop. One of Tessie's tiger skin chairs would sufice as a throne.
I then stole Cordelia's living room rug....She won't miss it. She has been over at Eskiaga's place since the Christmas, turned New Year's party....It is a perpetual party and seems to move to another place as soon as the drinks and snacks are gone. Which reminds me....I need to make more snacks.
It's easy to make Tessie happy. I got out some gold paper trim, doubled it and formed it into a crown. She came bouncing in with Zar's mesmerizer. "This will do for a scepter."
I ducked my head and yelled, "Tessie! Stop waving that thing around. It's dangerous!"
I fear that we are going to have to do another, larger crown. Tessie tried the one on that I made to fit her head.
It's three sizes too small. In fact, Spike got into the act....He thinks like Cinderella. If the crown fits, he is king.
Oh dear. We are now in Bloglandia. It is run by a delusional witch and a megalomaniac dog.
I don't know about you, but I am running for cover. Thank you all again for voting for us. If you need me I will be hiding behind that chair in the corner. Tessie already turned Spike into a handsome prince. Who knows what's next?
Whilst Tessie is sleeping tonight, I will abscond with all of the paraphernalia and convince her that the whole thing, with the exception of the win, was a fantastic dream.....
See you tomorrow.