Archive for November 2008
We are being overtaken by dolls around here. And I have taken the plunge and opened an etsy store! Eeek. I don’t know whether I will ever sell anything or not – nothing ventured, nothing gained. So at the moment there is one doll there. She is very lonely, but not for long because there are more cut out and ready to sew!
Don’t panic though knitters, I am still clicking those sticks and knitting away. I have nearly finished my secret Christmas knitting and a sock for the Spunk and there is still a sock for me and plenty of plans for summer holiday knitting. Last year I made the CPH in my summer holidays. This year might bring another large project for me. Perhaps Rogue?
Because this blog is called i heart knitting, I will desist from talking too much about my sewing here. Instead I have started a new blog – because I have nothing better to do – called Lil Peeples. Come on over and check it out! It’s a bit bare at the moment, but it’s a work in progress.
And the title of this post? It is also a reference to the adventure we are having this weekend – WE ARE GOING TO SEE CROWDED HOUSE AND I AM SO EXCITED BECAUSE THEY ARE LIKE MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE BAND!!! Yay!!!
to the family.
First of all . . .
and then there are these guys.
This is such a good little pattern and I have been recycling some fabrics around the house. The guy in the front is meant to be Kurt Cobain. He is awaiting a face. He was a request from Purl. The two redheads were made on Friday and the others last night and today
And, I made a sock tote! And a monster but I am not going to share that because I completely ripped it off and I don’t want to upset anyone. Darn copyright.
Next in the sewing stakes is a robot that I designed myself, with some help from Tiny Madam and Number One Son! What a hoot! As soon as he is done I will show you. He is going to be a Christmas gift for my friend’s little boy.
Tiny Madam turns six in 10 days and the kitten is hers. At the moment we are aclimatising our other cat. Things are a bit shaky between the two of them right now, but getting better. Our old cat was a hissing furball mess yesterday. Now she’s just hissing. The kitten on the other hand is as happy as Larry.
Thank you for your kind thoughts regarding Auntie. She is still hanging in there! I haven’t been able to see here this week because I managed to pick up some kind of lurgy and have been coughing and spluttering left, right and centre.
I had better go and do some knitting. The Spunk has been instructed to ping something at my forehead if I go near any fabric this evening. I have deadline knitting to finish! Oh yeah, and a week at school to plan for!
Hi! Gosh it’s been a while. I have to apologise for my absence, if anyone cares any more! What a neglected little blog this has become.
I survived camp, the knitted items were very much appreciated – it actually snowed. It was great. The kids were fantastic and we had lots of fun. Here I am on camp. Don’t mistake the ‘bunny ears’ on top of my head as a disrespectful gesture. I am sure it was done in jest. PFT. As well, you can see why I did not want to eat very much meat when I came home. I have never in my life handled so much meat! I had to cook for everyone. No one told me I was signing up for that when I finished my teaching degree!!
I have been on a sewing binge. My darling mother bought me a sewing machine for my birthday, which isn’t until December. So far with my first own machine, I have made:
- Two giant frog bean bags for the children
- A dress that has since become a skirt
- Two pairs of shorts and two skirts for Tiny Madam
- Two pairs of shorts for Number One Son
- One pair of pyjama trousers for Purl
- Another skirt for me
Tonight I am going to attempt to make a sock tote a la the instructions from 2paw. Unfortunately I can’t show you any pictures because I haven’t taken any and Purl has the camera. She is off to Canberra tomorrow to the Australian War Memorial. Just for the day! She really is the little traveller!
Oh yes. Knitting. Well, I seem to have found my sock mojo again. I finished the stripy socks from my last post, and the other socks from that post. These were handed to their recipient. I am knitting an orange sock from the Ultimate Sock Book for me with the yarn I won from Live2Knit. I am knitting a sock for the Spunk with some Spotties yarn and a secret little something for our Launceston Tassie Knitters Rav group Secret Santa. Shh. As well, I am slowly working on another Button Me Up for Purl.
These last few days have been reflective for me. I learned to knit at a very young age and teaching me was a bit of a group effort. Mum and Dad both had a hand in it – I seem to remember Dad teaching me to cast off. Most instrumental in my early knitting days was my Auntie – Dad’s aunt. I used to spend a lot of time with Auntie and Uncle growing up, and any time sitting with Auntie was spent knitting. I would spend hours untangling yarn, winding skeins by hand, sorting colours and looking for just the right colour. I used to knit a lot of toys when I was little, some of them for me and some to put in the toy box at Auntie’s house for the younger kids coming along. She knitted for me and my brother, and more recently for Purl when she was a baby – often acrylic and quite often unwearable, but knitted with love. Auntie never made a sock, nor a clapotis. As far as I know she never made a top down raglan jumper or a bottom up vest – her knitting was fairly sedate and patterns were followed to the letter. No Malabrigo, no laceweight creations, no internet. Functional and practical knitting.
Auntie has been in a nursing home for six years and is now very unwell. Dad called me last week to tell me she might not make it through the night. I carry quite a bit of guilt – I have not visited as much as I should have. When Purl was a baby I used to travel to see Auntie and Uncle at least once a week and found their companionship comforting and supportive. Then we got married, had more children, started careers, bought a house and my routines changed completely. Life, again, got in the way of what’s important. Now it’s almost too late. We should all make time to do what is really important. You see, I could have visited more often and spent some time sitting and knitting, like we used to do.