If you’ve been reading my blog you know we are almost at the end of a kitchen renovation, and if you ever read the comments you may have seen this one from my BFF Carmen.
Now if you are not from Australia you may be wondering what a chook is. Well……it’s a slang term for a chicken…….here’s a few examples of how it would be used in a sentence.
What’s for dinner?………roast chook.
Have you fed the chooks yet?
Did the chooks lay any eggs?
Don’t even ask me why we call chickens chooks because I don’t have the slightest idea, but I do have a theory. I blame it on the Irish!
I’m sure all those Irish convicts called chickens chicks, but with their accent it somehow morphed into chooks and that’s how it came about. Good theory?
Anyway about 15 years ago a friend and I were trawling the op shops and I spied this picture languishing in a dark and dusty corner and it was love at first sight. Somehow this ugly chicken……gee, maybe it’s a rooster………just spoke to me, cluck, cluck, and I had to have it for the princely sum of $4.50 and money well spent I say.
She’s made up of different ceramic shapes glued to a backing board.
I loved the colours (I’m a sucker for autumn tones).
So home she came with me and took pride of place on a wall in my kitchen. Now the chair that DH sits in at the dining room table faces the wall that my chook is displayed on. About 12 months after I’d purchased it and hung it he looked up one day and said “when did you get that” well DD and DS and I just about fell off our chairs, after being on the wall for over 12 months he’d only just noticed it. Men!
My chook was actually the inspiration for me to start mosaics, some of which still grace the walls of my home and others.
Well now that the kitchen is almost done and the walls have been freshly painted I hung my chook back up on the wall and she looks great.
She’s exactly where she’s supposed to be Carmen.
Playing around in a photo app as is my want to do of late.