'Magnetic Mosaics' is a great rainy day activity, or heatwave activity as the case may be in these here parts.
Unlike the sticker type mosaic crafts you can buy, this one uses coloured magnetic foam pieces, a sheet of predesigned numbered paper and a magnetic board which can be used over and over again.
I find this activity often helps us all relax when we sit down to work on a design, plus Miss 3 can practice matching the colours to numbers.
It's definitely a winner at our place, though if you have a baby or small toddler, take care with the small cubes.
You can buy it here at IQ Toys although we were lucky to find this as an Op Shop Treasure :-)
It's time for another skip down memory lane...
This is my childhood teddy bear.
I am aware that he looks about 100 years old and not his actual age; he is in his fresh, mid twenties :-)
He was a gift from my grandparents and they bought him at Christmas from John Martins, Adelaide in the early nineties. His name is Marty Bear.
He was and is very loved.
This month, on our op shop visit, I discovered a very, special friend for dear Marty Bear.
His twin brother.
In mint condition.
It made me glad to reminisce a little. Seeing MartyBear2 reminded me of my relationship with my late grandparents, there was a lot of love there.
These sweet brothers have some catching up to do.
If you were a child in the 80's, I wonder, did you have a Cabbage Patch Kid?
I did and I loved her very much.
I remember choosing her in the toy shop, attracted to her yellow hair and matching yellow dress. I remember that her adoption certificate read "Dawn Cordelia" but I officially changed her name to "Samantha Dawn" and I was issued with a new birth certificate.
I cried when my mum put her in the washing machine.
I remember whispering to her to hold her breath.
I was seven.
I still have Samantha and I still have her birth certificate.
And the envelope it came in.
And her 1st Birthday Card that I received in the post.
So this week when I spotted a very dirty, naked Cabbage Patch Kid (circa 1985) at the opshop, I knew he was for me.
First up, he endured a good wash in the machine.
I didn't whisper to him this time. I knew he'd be okay.
Then I pulled out my collection of Cabbage Patch Doll clothes, many lovingly handknitted by my late Nanna, in anticipation.
He came up just lovely.
His name is Jared Owen.
Awww, look at these new friends, I'm so happy for them!
Did you have a favourite toy as a child?