Those of you who know me will agree that my grasp on reality can be a little tenuous. Hence the proliferation in my garden of

Mythical Beasts

It seemed like a good idea at the time. I had a quantity of swimming pool tiles in a bucket outside, and one day inspiration struck and I decided what I was going to do with them.
Like a fool I rushed in, ignoring the angels who feared to tread where I was going. I found a large piece of stiff plastic, put it on my long-suffering kitchen table, gathered my tiles together, and commenced Mythical Beast #1, a dragon.

I had 2 sorts of light blue tiles, some dark blue tiles, and some white tiles, and in no time a multi-hued dragon took shape, but without an eye. I decided he would look good with a green eye, which would tie in nicely with the green background I had planned for him.

I betook myself to Indalpool to buy green tiles. ‘We haven’t got green tiles’ said the helpful Antonio. ‘We can order them for you, but you’ll have to buy a boxful. Try Angel Oller.’ So I did. They too would supply me with green tiles if I ordered a boxful, the chica assured me politely.

Now, for the first time, I actually gave some thought to the practical aspects of my project. Green tiles were not going to work, but nevertheless, inspiration struck; I would get a green floor tile, and stick the dragon on that. Easy!

I recommenced my search, but changed the parameters to a green tile, large enough to accommodate the work of art which I had created on the kitchen table.  Rodrigues seemed a good start. The assorted chicas and myself searched through all the display doors and all of the sample books without success.

‘Perhaps if you were to look round the yard at the back you might find something.’ They suggested. I did. I found 2 tiles of the right size, not green but a pleasant light grey. I bore them home, and had a short think. Now I was getting to the nitty-gritty; I had to stick the little tiles on the big one, but how?

It’s not what you know, it’s who you know. I trundled into Simply Art – if anyone knows how to stick tiles on to an exterior surface, it has to be them. Debbie did, so I followed her advice and toddled of to get some silicone at the Ferretería up the road where she got hers.

Tubes of glue need a special gun, but I had one! I knew it was in the big shed; I also knew whereabouts it was in the big shed. And it was, which was a minor miracle in itself.
Now I had: The tiles. The big tiles. The glue. The glue gun. Nothing could stop me now.

Or could it?Mythical Beasts (Part Two)