Monday, December 24, 2007
Jorth and co (i.e. Grumbles and Galumph)
PS How cute is that concentration?
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Determined to cheer himself up (after all, too much negative thinking can make an owl feel rather dotty), he perched in front of his favourite sewing machine, and gazed out the window, hoping to spot his favourite animal, the lesser-spotted quoll. Having no luck with quoll spotting, he decided that a spot of elevenses would be just the thing, and made himself a lovely big mug full of tea, accompanied by a jam drop or two.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
- The fact that the parcel containing a Marimekko fabric dress for her wee little one plus a little something for Shannon finally arrived, although it took it's sweet time about it, and had me in constant conniptions in regard to it's whereabouts. Phew.
- This biscuit recipe. Yum-o-rama!
- That Grumbles has declared that for Christmas she would like a beard. So I knitted her one. Mo ho ho!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
But the guy who came to replace a couple of cracked windows? Um, cracked in the head. Big time. I can handle eccentric, but when eccentric comes with extraordinarily loud and continued swearing in front of Grumbles, and ends with my discovering hundreds of tiny glass shards all over her bed, then that's when it becomes ridiculous. Not to mention unprofessional.
I was going to spend this blog post ranting and raving in a very cutting way about him, making hilarious but snide comments about his personal hygiene etc, but then I remembered that golden old rule: If you can't say anything nice about a person, don't say anything at all.
However, I shall say this - don't expect too much from people wearing Jim Beam hats. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Friday, December 07, 2007
The bride wore green, and a big goofy grin. The groom wore the darkest of blues, and an even bigger grin. And they both carried hearts full of joy, and a promise to walk together in the many days ahead.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Grumbles is going through her 'whhhhhyyyyyyyyy?' stage. It was slow to start, and for a few blessed moments I thought that we might have escaped it, but alas, no. It's taken off with a vengeance! I wouldn't mind so much if she actually listened to my answers, but she doesn't, and it's driving me BARMY.
So I began, at the end of the question thread, when no more possible answers were possible, to say in my best Grover-on-speed voice "Because I say sooooooooooo!"
And I've completely and utterly created a rod for my own back, because all she wants to do now is make Mum do that crazy voice, so it's all "Why? Why? WHY?" But who could blame her? It's highly entertaining, especially when I team it with a mad muppet run and up and down the hallway, bellowing "Because I say soooooooo! I'm the Mum, and I know best! GAAAAA-RAAAAAAHHH!". Sometimes she laughs so hard she has to lie down in order to recover.
In other thrilling news, I'm going on a date tonight. Eeeeeeeee! It's been so long since I've done one of those that I'm no longer sure what to do. Any suggestions, o peoples of the internet, for a night out in old Melbourne town that costs less than $50?
Holy schmoly! I should probably point out I'm going on a date with my husband. Phew! Just imagine that kerfuffle I might have caused if I didn't clarify that!
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
But really, you don't stop by my little neck of the woods to listen to me blather on about my sleep problems. You're after madcap adventures! Crazy schemes! What new adventure is that loony Jorth embarking upon now? Well, I think I might just enrol myself in a photography course. Stop the old brain from rusting, etc etc. Plus I like to be really good at things I do regularly, like sewing and knitting and now taking photos. So that's the big plan for next year. Photocity, here I come!
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Rightio - onto the Christmas cheer. I scored a tree on Ebay! I'm not really a fan of the ye olde plastic tree, but the real ones in pots we bought kept dying on us, and I feel bad about the cut ones. Yet I didn't want to buy something brand new either, as it doesn't quite go with our plastic-free life. Yet I did so want for Grumbles to have the Christmas magic that comes with a tree, and the traditions a family can create that are associated with it (you know, like dancing around to Rosemary Clooney whilst hanging the decs, inbetween getting out the dustpan and brush to sweep up the ones that Grumbles dropped on the floor - note to self: no more clay decorations until she is old enough not to drop them). Sight - whever is a Christmas-loving environmentalist to do?
So one morning I was browsing away on Ebay, and I saw second hand trees for sale. Geeeeeez, how exciting does that bidding get? I think I gave myself RSI from the refresh clicking I was doing, but I was determined that nobody, but nobody, was taking my second-hand tree away from me!
So I'm pleased all around. We didn't cave in and buy a new plastic tree, and we've recycled (the person who sold us the tree said they were going to throw it away - gasp!). Hoorah!
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Anway, that's my Christmas gift wrapping all, er, wrapped up, bwahahahahah bad pun intended. Although, since I let Grumbles help me there may have been a bit of a story invented about how we are making Santa's life easier by providing him with the paper, so he doesn't have to wrap the pressies, being so busy and all. Now, when he gets to our place, he grabs the gifts from his sleigh and then does a bit of Santa-style magic and hey presto, gifts wrapped in paper we made for him.
So, the paper is pretty nifty, hey?And this was only one batch, done on those crazy hot days last week. Tell you what, don't make paper on a 37 C day. Not a smart idea, being out in all that heat, squatting down and lying the sheets of wet paper pulp just so. (Don't worry, Grumbles was inside having her nap at this point - she more helped with the ripping of paper) At one stage I got up and was soooo dizzy I thought I might pass out. At least I was out the front, where hopefully a neighbour would have spotted me sooner rather than later, preferably before I was pecked to death by crazy maternal nesting magpies. Because death by 'pies would be a sad way to go indeed. Plus the Galumph would never get his bond back if he couldn't remove the blood stains from the front steps.
Ewwww! Enough of that. Back to the heat. You should have felt the effect it had on my heart! It was going ker-whallop, ker-whallop, ker-doing. Actually, it's been doing that for a while now. So yesterday I trotted off to the doctor, who 'hmmmmmmed' in a most disconcerting manner before ordering blood tests and an ECG. Oh, the fun!
Test results on Monday. I'll keep you posted.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Think of them all. And for God's sake cast your vote accordingly. As the Guardian says, this is the first environmental election.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Well, let us be silent no more! This week has seen me put aside projects for Grumbles (and when I say projects I mean two more spotty tops, plus another top with a fitted bodice and flared bottom, AND a dress for the daugher of a friend and yes, hopefully I'll blog about them all when I take a decent pic) and finally claim the machine as my own.
I've been using Vogue 8184, which is a terrific pattern, as the basis for the dress. I've pretty much kept the bodice intact (because who wants to make their own bodice pattern? Pwah, too much hard work!), taking the side seams in 1 cm at the top, tapering down towards the waist in order to make the dress fit my not-so-ample bosoms, but I have gone all freelance like on the strap and skirt.
The skirt has been quite easy to do. I slashed and spread the front and back skirt to create extra fullness (take a peek here for how to do it, although I didn't utilise the dart points), then did random gathering to make the flouncey look. Fingers crossed I get it finished tonight, because I think it's just the thing to cast my vote in this Saturday! Elections only occur once every three years - you've gotta dress up for them, right?!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Check it out right here! I've put the earrings from the last post up, so if you really did fancy a pair then you'd best get cracking and snaffle yourself a pair, as they are all very extremely limited edition, few-of-a-kind wonders! And as a happy, make-you-feel-good bonus, $2 from each sale will be donated to Greenpeace. Hooray!
Rightio, that's enough blathering from me. Hope you all are having a tremendous weekend. Don't forget about the Walk Against Warming tomorrow, Aussies!
Thursday, November 08, 2007
I could have spotty tops, and clothes for big people and small, and maybe even a few of these:
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
The more people we can get, the more notice the politicians will take. This is a fantastic way to let them know that we are serious about what is at stake, and committed to preventing any further climate change. It's especially important that we get the message across in these crucial weeks before the Federal election.
So get your friends together, pack a picnic basket, and meet up to do the walk. If this plea of mine doesn't move you, then just think of the penguins. Oh, the poor global-warming-affected penguins!
Walk for meeeeeeeee!
Monday, November 05, 2007
I glanced at the calender the other day, and was most surprised to discover it was a mere 8 weeks until Christmas. And now that 8 has turned into 7 and a half - yikes! Where has the year gone? Sometimes I wish that I lived in a very cold part of the Northern Hemisphere, where it was be so darned freezing outside that you'd be happy to stay in, pottering away, plenty of time to get all those hand made gifts created.
But oh no. I had to be born here, in hot hot hot Australia, where Christmas season means being out and about as much as possible. No time for craft, nosireee. There's parties to attend, and end of school years, and beaches to lay upon, and horse races and "Let's catch up before Christmas!" drinks and work dos that you really can't not go to so the husband doesn't look bad and simply no end to things to take you outside and away from your craft table (not that I'm really complaining, it isn't too bad a life, you know).
But if you like to be a handmadey gifty person like me, it means you had better be organised. Which I'm not. In my brain I am, but alas that somehow doesn't translate to aways.getting.things.done. Thus today I am rushing around like a headless chicken, making lists and checking them twice, panicking about how little time I have to do everything, and instead of being sensible about it all, and actually working my way down my list in an organised manner, I'm doing a trial run of gingerbread biscuits, even though I made them only a couple of months ago and know perfectly well that the recipes works.
Still, it fills in the time that might otherwise be spent doing a bit of planning so I don't end up frazzled and barking at everyone and bugger-off-with-your-ho-ho-hos-can't-you-see-I've-got-a-deadline-here attitude. Cos who wants to miss out on that?
Friday, November 02, 2007
First cab off the rank: One spotty top for Grumbles, using the pattern I always use. I can't help it - it's the perfect top! Easy to make, easy to wear, washes well, and is cute without being too girly. And she can play in it. That's the most important bit. Nothing worse than feeling constrained by your clothing, no matter how trendeeeee it may be.
I can't fully take credit for this top, though - Grumbles helped. After every seam was sewn, I'd clip my thread, and hand them carefully to Grumbles, who would dutifully race around the table to plonk them in the bin. Occaisonally, when she could see I was sewing a tricky bit, she'd rub my back and say "Good work, Mum!" What can I say - I LOVE this kid!
Once done, we trooped outside for our photoshoot. It began to gently rain as we did it, for the day was muggy, dark and dense, so we packed up the camera and then remained outside to suckle our homemade strawberry yoghurt icypoles. Suddenly the rain really began to pelt down, but instead of being sensible and heading inside, we stayed out, squealing with delight, and attracting a few odd looks from people scurrying by. Grumbles was a tad concerned about the birds getting wet, so kept squarking out "Bird! Get.Out.Of.The.RAIN!", waving about her icypole as she bellowed. I was beside myself with laughter - she looked so funny, wearing her stern, bossy face, ordering the minor birds around as the rain came down.
Man, it was a good afternoon!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
After weeks of wrestling with that darn cable needle, I finally got around to teaching myself how to cable without one. And, surprise, surprise, it was easy! Well - the right cable was. I couldn't figure out how to do a left cable sans cable needle, because I'm rather idiotic when it comes to spacial things. Oh well, I suppose I'll have another crack at it tonight.
Anyhoo, if you are interested in learning how yourself, trot on over to this marvellous tutorial by Grumperina. My inability to each myself should have no reflection on her thorough, well photographed explanation.
So there you have it. Another spiffy trick added to my knitting arsenal!
On a more sombre note, rest in peace Dina Rabinovich. The columns she wrote for the Guardian, exploring her way along the mine-ridden path that is a breast cancer journey will stay with me for a long, long time, serving as a continual reminder as to how lucky I am, and how I should never, ever take a moment for granted. My thoughts, heavy and sad, are with her and her beloved family today, and I'm sure they will be for quite some time.
Monday, October 29, 2007
How do you like to go up in a swing?
Up in the air so blue
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown,
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Robert Louis Stevenson
(It's the best thing a child can do, to be sure, but it's even better if your favourite dog can join in the fun!)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
It can all seem so difficult, this environmental stuff, can't it? No matter how hard you try in your own life, all effort seems to be completely and utterly negated by those who keep driving their Hummers, leaving all their lights on, eating out-of-season food flown in from other countries, flying themselves around the country or the world whenever the whim for a mini-break strikes etc. It's enough to make you become a hermit. How can one little person make a difference with all this going on around them?
How? Vote! And let your representatives know what issues will get your vote. We have an election coming up here in Australia, and now is the perfect time to start harassing politicians and canidates on issues such as Kyoto, greenhouse targets, coal, energy efficiency, land clearing, carbon pricing, nuclear power, uranium mining and more. One simple and easy way to do this is to head on over to The Big Switch site, and use their forms to send emails to the pollies on these issues. Changes need to be made NOW if we are going to prevent our world heating up past 2 degrees (which in itself is quite disasterous).
Emails are pretty good, but if you could send an actual paper letter, that would be even better. My husband used to know a guy who worked for one of the major parties, and he said that emails were routinely ignored, but paper letters, by rule, had to be opened and then answered.
So what are you waiting for? Pen to paper, and make a difference. Remember - they NEED your votes, so show them how to win 'em. For a small window of time, the power is most definitely in your hands.
By the way, thanks for all the yoghurt advice. Jamie Oliver, Schmoliver. Looks like I'll be checking out that Easiyo next time I hit the supermaket!
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Except, not. I got watery, milky, yoghurty smelling sludge.
Not to be deterred, I did some research. According to Madhur Jaffrey's World Vegetarian, you only need to mix a couple of tablespoons of yoghurt into the litre of milk. Confused? Moi aussi. Shouldn't my 1/2 litre of yoghurt guaranteed that I would end up with yoghurt, when normally only a mere few tablespoons usually do the trick? How hard can this possibly be, if shepherds tooling around with storing milk in goat bladders could come up with yoghurt? Is that the secret - a goat bladder?
Gah! Tearing of hair! Does anybody have any sure fire yoghurt tips? Purlease, help!
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Creeeeeeeek.... kerthump. What's that noise? Why, the sound of the overlocker and sewing machine being hefted from their winter hibernation spot in the cupboard, up onto the table.
This, my friends, is a call to arms. Put those knitting needles aside, and bring out the pins and tape measures and tailor's chalk. Blow the dust off the sewing machine, and give the iron a clean. Assemble your bias binding, your elastic thread, your buttons and zips and hooks and eyes. Ready yourself for gathered sleeves, and negative ease, and crooked buttonholes, and zips that refuse to sit just so and make you quiver with rage, for the sewing season has begun!
Fingers crossed, Grumbles will have a brand new spanking wardrobe, quicker than you can say "Eeerr-I've-stabbed-myself-with-the-quick-un-pick-again!"
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
So, as per the meme, I'll open the book at page 161, find the 5th sentence down and have a look at what it says:
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Lady Jorth cast her knitting down upon her book, and reflected that she and cable needles would never - simply never! - get along. If it wasn't hiding underneath a cushion the moment she needed it, then it was slipping out of it's stitches, leaving her to watch in dismay as her swatch for Cherry unravelled. She ran her hand lightly over her sore face, and gave forth a great sigh.
Her husband, Sir Galumph, looked up at the exhalation and, ruffling the pages of his broadsheet, inquired "Why, whatever is the matter, my dear?"
"Oh, it's nothing really - just these blasted pimples on my chin. They do hurt one so!"
"How, at the ripe old age of 30, do you come to be having pimples, my love?", inquired Sir Galumph. He carefully put down his paper, and strolled over to have a closer look. "My God!", he cried as he recoiled in horror. "You dare call these pimples? My girl, you have a veritable pimple goatee! Please explain immediatley how such a thing has come about!"
Blushing, Lady Jorth tried to cover her face with her hands. "Well, it was that business with the hairs!", she cried. "I glanced in the glass the other morning, and realised that I was growing an absolute beard, so I thought to myself that something had to be done, and rushed off to the beauty salon for a wax."
"A beard!" murmured Sir Galumph in tones mixing disbelief with detestation.
Glancing up at his tone, Lady Jorth was struck anew with the abhorrance her new look was causing those around her. She glanced over at Jeeves, who resolutely kept his eyes to the ground. Falteringly, she went on. "And now it appears that I've had some sort of reaction, resulting in the formation of - what did you call it?"
"A pimple goatee", groaned Sir Galumph.
"Yes! A pimple goatee! And to think that we have the garden party on Sunday. I can never face the world in this state!". Wildly she rushed from the room, tears coursing down the valleys and hills of her now acne-scarred face, knitting left behind and forgotten.
"Jeeves!", bellowed Sir Galumph. "Get me a whiskey - a strong one!"
Monday, October 08, 2007
The rat has died somewhere under the house. Did Dante's Inferno feature a house verily consumed with dead rat smell? Because that is the hell I am living.
Oh, and Grumbles spent most of Sunday day and night throwing up. Damn gastro bug. Note to self: tie up her hair before she next begins to vom. Makes life much easier if you don't have to wash hair alongside the jim jams, sheets, pillow etc etc.
Friday, October 05, 2007
Thursday, October 04, 2007
In no particular order:
- "EEEEEEK! I just got scared by my Lego!"
- After bursting in on me whilst I'm on the toilet: "Mum, I'll always remember that I love you. Bye now!"
- "Hey Mum, look now - I can see my face in my poo!" (I think she was referring to her reflection in the toilet bowl, but who knows?!)
- "Mum, I just hurt my foot!"
"Are you ok?"
"Oh yes, foot very happy now!"
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
So, without further ado, I am pleased (and just a little bit excited!) to present the article to you all.
A month-long plan for simple meals with supermarket ingredients, and even the shopping list's done. Jenny Tarran is blissed out.
Then there was shepherd's pie with minted mushy peas on Wednesday, followed by cauliflower, broccoli and gruyere bake with braod bean toasties on Thursday and a slap-up dinner of chilli polenta chips with a green salad on Friday.
How about that, hey? Wheeeeeee!
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
So far, so good. But then I thought: Hark! I'll also need a wee little cardigan or two to go with my cute summer dresses.
So into the city I went. I had four criteria the cardigans had to meet:  They had to be green and red, to match the dresses;  they needed to be made out of natural fibres;  ideally made in Australia by an Australian company (gotta watch those clothing miles); and  they needed to be cute! And wearable!
I looked. And I looked. And then I looked some more. Now, if you are in the market for a nylon yellow very uncute cardigan with bows and frills and frippery of all sorts adorning it, I'm your girl. I know exactly where to find one. Or many. For they were in every single bloody shop. And all made in China, to boot (may I now ask, when did Australia stop producing knitwear?) And they all cost in the vicinity of $120 plus.
Now, in the words of Mary Poppins, that will never do! So I turned to the trusty internets. And what did I find?
I found Cherry! Cherry is the creation of the incredibly talented Anna of My Fashionable Life (and what a fashionable life it appears to be!). Now, run, don't walk, to the link, and have a click clickety click. Trust me, she's a beauty! Seriously - how cute is this cardi? It's sweet, and summery, and modern yet kinda vintage. Sigh. Just exactly - but exactly! - what I was looking for.
So of course I needed to run out and buy some of this:So if you see a girl wearing a cute summer dress with a cute summer cardi in the yarn and fabric shown above, chances are it'll be me, so come on over and say hello. I have a feeling that it's going to be a splendid summer!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
So, I have a confession to make: we poisoned it. I was completely freaked out by everybody's rat stories (trust me, when it comes to rodents, nobody has a nice story!), and a cat was out of the question thanks to our rental agreement. So poison it was.
We haven't seen him for a week or so, so I'm supposing that he's gone to the big rat nest in the sky. Sorry, Mr Rat!
Maybe the karma has already caught up with me, as now we have an ant invasion. Sigh. They are everywhere. From every single nook and cranny they have come pouring out - it's like the 10 plagues of Egypt! So I've gone for my trusty old remedy of talcum powder - apparently they hate it, and it seems to have done the trick, as none have ventured out for the past couple of days.
So, that's my life in a nutshell. Feeling guilty about the rat, and living in a house festooned with a light covering of talc on every bloody surface. And it's not at all annoying when it makes odd marks on your clothes, usually around the lady bits part. Oh no, not at all. Oh, I'm loving living in my white, violet-scented hell.
In cheerier news, this is my 200th post. Hooray!
Monday, September 17, 2007
I was in bed the other night, just dropping off to sleep, when I heard the unusual sound of dishes clanking in the kitchen. "WTF?", I thought, and got out of bed to investigate.
As I crept slowly down the passage way, the clunking got louder. I was getting a bit nervous by this stage, so I turned on the light and in a quavering voice said "Whooooo - who's there?"
Then I heard this: scurry, scurry, scurry, squeak, squeak, squeak. The rat heard this: GARRRRRGGGGGHGHHHH!
I raced back into the bedroom and assailed the Galumph with a frantic, panicky "There's something in the kitchen!" He sat bolt upright, and said "There's somebody in the kitchen?!" "Nooooo!", I replied. "It's even worse - something!"
I threw myself under the covers, and shook (yes, I was being a big fat girl about it all!), whilst the Galumph went down to investigate. I could hear odd thumping noises, but that was it. When he came back to bed, he was bearing bad, bad news: it was a rat that had been in, as evidenced by it's wee little bowel movements that it left behind.
When the morning come (the night had been spent with out bedroom door firmly locked - what if it tried to get in during the night, ewww), Galumph investigated properly and found that it had come in through a hole in the wall where the heating duct was, then nibbled through the cupboard in the kitchen, and squeezed it's way past the dishwasher so it could scamper all over my dish rack. I spend the entire day washing and disinfecting everything in sight. I even found myself peering paranoidly into cupboards to look at dishes that it couldn't possibly have found access to, wondering if maybe I should wash them, just to be on the safe side (truly, there can be no bounds where my rat paranoia is concerned).
So, we've plugged in the hole with steel wool, which apparently they hate and won't chew through, and are now debating what to do. I'm not very keen on poisoning it, but then again I don't want it anybloodywhere near me. Should we invest in one of those $100 hi frequency things you plug in that send them crazy, then send them away? The little devil is still out there - the last few nights we've been watching Pride and Pejuidice (hey, I needed comfort viewing), and I've seen the little @#$%er racing across our courtyard - shudder. He's probably gathering all his rodent friends so they can launch a mass vermin assault on the steel wool and make themselves completely and utterly at home (paranoia again).
So, any suggestions? I just want him gone! It's funny, I can handle spiders, leeches, maggots - heck, even dead bodies, but rats and mice give me the heebie jeebies.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
I can't believe it's Thursday already. Thursday! This week has flown! So, a quick round-up!
- On the weekend we rode down to the Abbotsford Convent for the Slow Food Market. It was awesome! I highly recommend the nougat. I also bought a bunch of nettles, but then felt too intimidated to actually use them (bad me), so they sat on the bench until they drooped into oblivion. As you can probably tell, I'm feeling inordinately guilty about that. I'll just have to console myself with that fact that while I was sitting at a bench near the market, scoffing a supremely delectable lemon tart, the lovely Felicity came over to introduce herself.
- Thinking about it, I'm not sure I made such a good impression. That's the worst thing about being spotted as you go about your day to day business: when somebody comes up to say hello, you're busted with a really bad case of helmet hair (trust me, it wasn't pretty) and lemon tart all over your face. And stinky coffee breath. Note to self: try to look more pulled together.
- In my efforts to maintain that Plastic Free lifestyle o' mine, I bought myself a Sigg bottle. Best thing ever. It's lightweight and is specially coated on the inside so that your liquid cannot be contaminated, which can be a problem with other vessels over time. I think it's rather cool, even if, to quote a friend, it looks like I'm swigging petrol out of a fuel bottle every time I have a drink. That would explain the odd looks I've been given when I offer Grumbles some water. Oh, the trials and tribulations of being me.
- I just finished reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter. I highly recommend that you do not read this book. It was like a long drawn out soap opera. Too many words to say too little, and predictable to boot. It's a pity, because the premise was good, but the story just plodded on by. I was disappointed that they didn't truly explore the issues and the absolute joys of raising a child with Down's syndrome, instead just focussing on the administritive side of it all, like getting Phoebe a decent education. When the author did elect to mention other concerns and worries, ti felt so token and unexplored. And I'm sure that the parents would have felt more emotions that just guilt. But that's just my opinion. Feel free to disagree!
- On a sunnier note, how amazing has the weather been?! It feels like summer already, even though winter doesn't officially end for another day. I've been possessed with a need to launder anything and everything, as it all dries in a matter of hours. Fabric in my house, consider this your warning: You are not safe from my maniacal desire to clean!
- There's a laneway at the back of our house, and certain people who work nearby often speed along it in their cars, and give you a lot of grief if you happen to get in your way. Never mind the fact that you may be just trying to get your small children into the back door. As I'm sitting here typing with the window open, I can hear one of my neighbours blasting them for their rudeness. Hooray!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Wow - what a crazy, hurly burly weekend we just had. We:
- Took Grumbles to the Aquarium as a belated birthday trip with her Gram. I think she enjoyed it, even if she did yell herself horse screaming "Look, Emo! (That's what she calls Nemo). Look, Dory! Look, EMO! Emo, Emo, EMO!"
- Got ourselves taken out as a belated birthday trip to the Rialto's 41st level restaurant. It was a lovely evening, even for a person who is scared of heights. I'm probably the only person ever who ate there to keep her back most assiduously to the window! The worst bit was when the Galumph's dad kept insisting that we wander around to view the city from every possible angle. I was holding tight onto that wine glass - I needed all the Dutch courage I could get!
- Got my other blog, Dinner Daily, featured on Whip Up. Wooohoooo! Thanks, Whip Up folks!
- Started developing a sore throat, just when I'd thought I was safe from the illnesses suffered by the Galumph and Grumbles for last couple of weeks. To you, sore throat, I say No! I REFUSE to get sick!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Friday, August 10, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Anyhow, I'm pretty pleased with it all. It wasn't the easiest knit I've ever done, but quite satisifying once you got into the rhythm of it. Doing all those yarn overs and slip stitch knitwise then knit 3 then slip slipped stitch over 3 felt pretty nifty!
I made it in a size medium, as it's for my sister-in-law, not me, and I'm glad I did, as she's a wee bit bigger than I am, and the jumper is pretty darn snug as is. Warm as can be, though. All in all, it's come out rather well. And I learnt how to do the free loop back stitch for attaching the neckband, so it was a fabulous knit to learn some new techniques on.
Monday, August 06, 2007
So drop on by for 5 - that's right, 5! - new meal ideas each week. Huzzah!
Friday, August 03, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
So yesterday I sat down, needle at the ready, with nerves of jelly (what if I botched it up? What if the neckband unravelled uncontrollably and everything, including me, went to pieces? What if the neckband sat wrong, and looked stupid and crooked? What if the Russians actually do end up claiming the Arctic, and begin drilling for oil, thus destroying prisinte, untainted land for ever, and a new cold war eprupts as armed countries begin a fight forfuel resources? - oops, wrong issue) and began. And guess what?
It wasn't that bloody hard after all (of course).
Careful work, yes. Time consuming, yes. Utterly boring, and tempting to do only half and leave the rest to tomorrow, yes. But I stuck with it, and now the neck line is very neatly, and, if I do say so myself, quite adeptly sewn on. Hoorah! I'd show a pic, but the black wool photographs really badly in my dark, dim house, so you get a picture of two more dolls made over the weekend instead.
But before I bless you retinas with the pic, I'd like to give a big shout out to Becky, for without her excellent free loop back stitch tutorial I'd have been utterly lost, and damned to a lifetime of neckband avoidance. Thanks, Rabbit!
Ok, ok, the dolls - sheesh!
Monday, July 30, 2007
Carefully putting in a plant.