I'm making good progress on the Log Cabin blocks, and enjoying every bit of it.  I've used up all the strips that were already cut, so I went through the stash and chose some of my favourite blues and greens.  I do love using blue  and green together, it's my favourite combination I think.

I'm up to 24 blocks, which build into 6 big blocks;

 I promise I will take a decent picture in sunlight, so the colours show up properly.  I'm getting hotspots from the lamps I'm using, next time we're in town I'm going to a lighting shop for some specialist bulbs.

I love this block, it's a Goldilocks block;  not too light, not too dark, not too dull, it's juuust right!

I can't keep my strips in neat little piles though.  I rummage through and find what I want, and then cut some more, and it's chaos.  I tidy up and it's neat until the next block gets made, and then they're flung all over the shop again.  It takes too much energy from me to keep them sorted.

Our trip to the beach was good fun. This is the newest member of John and Liz's family; his name is Khan, and he's a rescue dog. 

 He was found on the streets in Adelaide, very close to starvation, and rehomed.  That didn't work out though, as there were grandchildren that he wasn't comfortable with.  Liz literally saved him from death row; it was totally unplanned, but those things work out for the best sometimes.  He's a lovely dog, very friendly and responsive now, but he was a bit aggressive over food to begin with.  That's understandable, he was just skin and bones when Liz brought him home.  John worked hard to assimilate him into the family, and it's wonderful to see how they have bonded.  Khan takes all his cues from John, and is always watching him and looking for approval. 

It was very exciting at the beach, with six people and four dogs, and Khan got hysterical and shouted at John while they were playing. He was clearly getting a bit full of himself, so John grabbed his collar and made him calm down.

"Sorry Dad, won't happen again."

He can look quite wolfish; our guess is maybe a Belgian Shepherd, Collie cross? 

His growl is terrifying, which makes him a good watch dog, but his manners are pretty well perfect with us.  He must have been someone's pet before he ended up on the streets, he has such a beautiful nature and is very social.  Makes you wonder what his story is, but we'll never know.  It's been a pleasure to watch him put on weight and grow a new coat and realise that life isn't such a scary struggle any more.