Hoppy Beaver Easter

Hope you know where all your Easter chocolate has been

Happy Easter Beaver! 

Throwback Friday

James Beaver with the ladies, circa 1988

Meet the Beavers

If you have been following along on this homage voyage for James Beaver you may wonder where he came from?, what bloodline?, what stock?...well if you have been wondering, wonder no more, as I now present:

Meet the parents:

Edgar Ichabod Beaver was born  to a large family of housebuilding Beavers.  He was unfortunate to not share the Beaver family carpentry skills, nor did he share their beautiful big teeth.  In fact he didn't resemble one single family member, leading his mother to declare that he had been left by the fairies.  Though wingless, poor Eddie believed her and spent hist first 20 years in search of his fairy family. Eventually he gave up when he found a pair of bongos in some tall grass.  

After only a little practice he began playing on street corners, a true bongo aficionado.  Before he knew what was happening he'd been adopted by a group of poetry-reading, finger snapping beatniks.  

Life was grand for a while, but eventually Eddie got too wired from all the little cups of caffeine and burnt all his hair off ironing it and had to give up the coffee houses and the beatnik life. 

With no family, no trade, and his only possession a couplet of bongos, Eddie decided all he could do was to become a professor of existentialist music. After perfecting his new professorial look with a dashing olive green checked sport coat with leather patches on the elbows and a pair of heavy black glasses he exited the five and dime and ran headlong into the loveliest girl he'd ever seen.  He was so flabbergasted, he nearly dropped his bongos into the gutter.

Ermagerd Velma Castor stood before him as radiant as an aluminium star on on a silver tinsel Xmas tree.                                                                                                                      

With her auburn hair and impeccable white bobby socks, Edgar could hardly stand the glamour and had to avert his eyes.  She was truly the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen and he had fallen straight into a bucket of sticky true love. He dropped to one knee and pledged his undying love for the creature and begged her to marry him. While surprised, Ermagerd (who secretly feared being an old spinster maid), hitched her star to Edgar's wagon and immediately agreed. They soon wed.

Life was blissful in the early 1960s for the couple as Ermagerd emulated the first lady, Jackie Kennedy and Edgar practised his bongos and making the perfect Martini. The only tragedy occurred when he accidentally spilled some on their new comforter. Eventually one thing led to another and the stork delivered them a bouncing baby boy one cold December day that they named James.

And that is the real and truly true story of how this Beaver boy came to be.

Have a wicked Wednesday, Beaver fans!

Catwalk Beaver

When you make James a gift (and it kind of doesn't matter what it is) he will model it, just as he did when I made him an over large infinity scarf---like so:

He's got Betty Davis eyes

Avert your eyes

Got his eyes on the prize

Eye yi yi!

And eventually, it will end up n his head, after all, anything can be a hat.

You will find this theme emerging as you follow the blog 

...and the use of the word pshaw, this too will form a thematic element

just keep repeating

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

anything can be a hat

Happy anything can be a hat Tuesday!

Freaky Beaver Friday

James freakin' as a Trekkie

Happy Freaky Beaver Friday!

Through Beaver's Keyhole

Who lives in a house like this?

I will give you one guess and while you are thinking about that, have a look at the rest of the place (by following the link below) for a taste of his amazing design...

http://www.indystar.com/picture-gallery/life/home-garden/2016/02/12/hot-property-architect-designed-home-has-mid-century-feel/80286948/

Give up?

Of course, it's James Beaver sporting an African mask (who else would it be, this is his blog after all)! 

And who are the adorable little girls in the background, you ask? Why those are Fiona and Sophie, the ladies of the house! Here they are:

Later taters!

Working that Beaver

Here is James on a commercial shoot involving barbie dolls and their interiors

He just loves a good faceswap

Until the next time!