After rowing in the river, the adults are sitting around enjoying a snack, when a maid comes in. She has come to tell them that the cook is drunk on the kitchen floor with a large bundle of their fresh butter which she intends to sell.
Mrs Pocket blames the maid, for tattle-telling, I guess. She takes the cook’s side. Mr Pocket starts to argue with her. More arguments among the Pockets, staff still going unpunished. Pip goes off to his room. I think he has had enough of the Pockets!
I have a new found respect for butter-sculptors! I knew I’d have to work fast since the butter would start to soften in my warm little hands. (Why can’t butter soften this fast when you need to butter your bread?!) The main problem was the slippery-ness. Anyway, I can say I have carved butter, and will probably never do that again!
On Sunday in about three hours, my daughter and I painted one wall in my dining room with chalkboard paint. It looks great! Here are some pics:
Mrs Pocket leaves with the crying baby, while sending Jane off to her room for meddling. Minutes later, Pip sees, out the window, Jane nursing the baby afterall.
Pip is left at the table with Mr Pocket and all the kids. Mr P looks as befuddled as usual, but then begins to ask each of the children a question. After a few, he “melted into parental tenderness”, gives each a shilling and sends them off to play.
They all go rowing on the river that evening. Someone tells Pip he has the “arm of a blacksmith”. This was probably meant as a compliment, but Pip did not like it. He wants to disassociate himself from his former, simple life.
Here is a drawing I did with a Sharpie on top of a gelli plate printing. This afternoon I plan to paint a door in my kitchen with chalkboard paint. I think it’ll be cool! My daughter (12) wants one wall in her room all chalkboard paint. And I am thinking about doing one of our dining room walls as well. That way we can draw on the walls!
I’ll show you my progress with this chalky project next time!