Punk..........Tudor?????

Isn't that just the strangest thing you've ever seen? Well, maybe it's not as strange as a live cow painted neon orange, but it ranks up there in the top ten!

I suppose I should explain this because right now you're probably wondering what I've been drinking. It's somewhat disturbing that I come up with this stuff when I'm stone cold sober.

So, as some of you might know, I love to make thatched roofs with fake fur. I've done quite a few that way and no matter how many times I do it, I still get the giggles every time.

The process is to glue fake fur onto a roof, then use a fine tooth comb to apply varnish to the fur. Combing the varnish thru the fur puts in the thatching lines and gives you the control to shape the thatch. It's really a great look and while it's *very* messy, it's easy to do.

Well, it's easier if you don't have a weird sense of humor that takes over. The first time I did the fur roof was when it hit me. I had just picked up the comb when I realized that I'd put the world's worst toupee on a dollhouse and was about to give it a comb-over.

That did it. I ended up talking to the house just like a beautician talks to a customer to pass the time. Somewhere in the conversation I developed a really horrible french accent. I'm not sure but my theory is that I was channelling Maurice Chevalier and Vidal Sassoon.

One thing led to another and I finally got the roof done but my sides ached from laughing so hard and I had these really funky fur gloves on my hands from where the varnish had stuck and picked up stray bits of fur. I've never had so much fun with a mini in my life! I still get tickled every time I thatch a roof. Isn't it great to have such a wonderful hobby that you laugh out loud from sheer joy?

Anyway, I did a thatched roof on a quarter scale house today and as always, I got the giggles. This time it was before I even started with the varnish. I make a horizontal "part" about a quarter inch down from the top and combed the fur up before using varnish to comb it down over the roof ridge.

I couldn't help it. I sat back and looked at it and, well, it was quite awhile before I could catch my breath. I'd made a little punk tudor!!