Miriam's Knitted Heart

Auntie sent me a link to a pattern she is using to make a knitted heart. Me, being me, thought “I could do better than that” so here’s my effort, which I think will be less lumpy and bumpy than the original. MIRIAM’S HEART Cast on 3 stitches using any method you like. R1: Knit… Continue reading Miriam's Knitted Heart

Ms. Messy

9.14 AM and we’re up, showered, dressed, have had (and cleaned up from) and sausages-and-pancakes breakfast (thank you, Kev), the bathroom is clean, the floor is swept, the downstairs is clear of clutter. I wander down into the basement. I pull a load of laundry out of the tumble drier, swap in some wet, fold… Continue reading Ms. Messy

The Cost of a Coffee

I went through a phase a few years ago where I was fairly addicted to Starbucks and their lattes. I also lived in an apartment complex with no sense of community and in a town with no center. Now I live in a real old town and have discovered a lot of those places that… Continue reading The Cost of a Coffee

Casanova and Book Lust

So, I’m half way through watching Russell T. Davies’s Casanova, which has rock’n’roll sensibilities (think: A Knight’s Tale) without being jarringly anachronistic (I think), lush historical costumes, and David Tennant. I can highly recommend it, or at least the first part, which made me laugh and cry at different times. Out of curiosity I started… Continue reading Casanova and Book Lust

Dying Yarn

Well the yarn turned out looking lovely, and no, you can’t see it because it’s dark and I haven’t taken a picture of it yet. I’ll take one tomorrow in the daylight, I promise. I used jet black and burgundy to make solid stripes (if you can have such a thing) and dotted a mix… Continue reading Dying Yarn

Finishitis

I’ve been a hive of activity recently (can one person be a ‘hive’. I don’t think so. Forget that. I’ve been busy) finishing up projects. And starting them in some cases. And now I’m at a loss. I have no major project on the go and just a stuck sock (can’t remember what needle size… Continue reading Finishitis

Frank

My sister, on seeing pictures of our clutter neatly arranged on shelves in the basement, was lamenting her own lack of basement. K suggested giving her husband a pick-axe and a miner’s helmet, which made her yelp with horror, because her husband is exactly the kind of guy who would grin and go for it.… Continue reading Frank