quilts and completely gratuitous goats

I am soooooooooooooooooooo behind
cast your mind back to Feb 15 - almost two weeks ago - yes folks, that's how far behind I am
well anyway
Late on that sunday night - very late - my BFF Beryl - she whom I stayed with last October - arrived on the doorstep from Tassie via the Conference of State Quilting Guilds which had been held in Sydney.
We had 4 lovely days together during which time we did a lot of stitching:
This is Ms BJC working on a Hopscotch 'mat' after raiding my stash for a few extra butterfly fabricsIt's to be given as a 7th birthday pressie on her arrival back in the Apple Isle next week so the pressure was on.
In a bit of synergy, I was using a similar palette to sew basic brainless scrap triangles. These will be a queen sized quilt for the bed in Nadie's room up here - not that there isn't one on there already - and it's an exercise in stash reduction 'cos I have got such a lot of fabric in these colours ... was going to write "too much fabric" but can one ever have too much ? What if there's an apocalypse? or a world wide cotton blight? Quilters everywhere would be glad of my stashing habits then I tells ya.On the Tuesday, we were joined for the day by our mutual friend Corrie, seen here doing some synchronised ignoring with Sophie:
Then on Wednesday we went to Bendy and staged lightning raids on Honeysuckle Patchwork and Bendigo Pottery, followed by more retail therapy at The Village Patch in Maldon
Can't remember what we did Thursday - I suspect that there was more stitching involved but the press of trying to get ready for Nadie and Chris's engagement party up here this coming weekend has made a blur of most of the last fortnight.
and with no attempt at any kind of a segue, we have goats:
who have been very vocal about the lack of caprine gorgousness on the blog of recent times
"does this make my nose look big ???"

Daylesford fires

I was going to do a general catch up post about the last week, which has been incredibly busy, full of visitors and party preparations, but I'll leave that for tomorrow.
The bushfires are still dominating the news after over a fortnight, and I've already received emails today from friends in Melbourne unsure of whether the current blaze near Daylesford is likely to affect me and mine.
The short answer at the moment is no.
Obviously David and I did not go to dance class there last night
but
Daylesford is 40 odd km away and while the Gippsland and Kilmore blazes have proved that 40km is nothing to an aggressive fire front, I am well to the north of Daylesford and the hot conditions forecast for later in the week are most likely going to be driving fires southward.
I am far more concerned about my friends in and around town - Zoe and Andy from Purl's Palace, John and Kath and their puppies, who live out at Sailor's Falls not far from the current Muskvale -based fire, Robyne and Paul and the goats at Eganstown, quilting friends, SueB and Robyn C, and many others.
This is the screen shot from the DSE website at midday:

the arrow is where I am, the red dots to my north, east and south east are the fires from a fortnight ago, and the flame symbol southward is Daylesford. You can all see the horrendous red splotch to the east of Melbourne. THAT is who and what we should be most concerned about at the moment
Hopefully there will be a return to normal blogging tomorrow

by hook or by crook

okay folks, listen up
my friend Shaz leads a group of junior Girl Guides in Corowa, New South Wales.
This in and off itself is not remarkable.
Like all such groups they operate on a limited budget and, of course, at the moment any fundraising efforts are focused on bushfire relief. In fact, this bunch of 7 -10 year-olds spent last Saturday pushing shopping trolleys in the local Safeway carpark to raise over $400 for just that cause.
so

good kids

who want to learn to crochet so that they can make blankets for the R.S.P.C.A. animal shelter [ bless 'em ]
and this is where I'm hoping some of you will come in

they do have some yarn, and volunteer teachers, but what is seriously lacking is 3.5 and 4mm or even 4.5mm hooks. A small country town 50 km from the nearest craft store isn't likely to have 'em and in any case Shaz would prefer not to spend the money when it can be used in other, more pressing ways.

if you have a bunch of your mum's or nanna's [ or even your own ] hooks that are a suitable size for using with 8 and 12 ply yarn [DK and worsted ]
you can contact Shaz on
shadowsquiltingAThotmailDOTcom for the address

Black Saturday

These were taken in what should have been broad daylight at about 5pm on Black Saturday
by Crazyhaberdasher who has recently moved down to Gippsland, and rather closer than was comfortable to the fires at Churchill.
Those white spots are hot ash.
The colour of that sky is ...
oh words fail me

Just When my faith in Human Nature Has been Confirmed...

A Message for the scruffy couple at Bunnings, Kangaroo Flat at 2pm last Thursday:

Perhaps you were feeling guilty because you didn't have the necessary $5 to donate to the Bushfire Relief Sausage Sizzle
So then maybe you shouldn't have fronted up and demanded 2 snags.
You could have donated $2.50 and shared a snag between you.
If you didn't have that much, you could have still tossed your change into one of the many dedicated donation boxes in the store.

but that's not what you did

You waited until the server's back was turned and dropped a 20c and a 50c into the plastic tub to make the appropriate noise, smirked at each other in that " aren't we being clever, getting two sausages for 70c" way, then collected your ill gotten booty, made a facile remark about the great job that the Bunnings staff were doing in the heat, and left

... but it's okay because the next person [me ] gave extra
There have been some magnificent gestures from all sections of society this week. The sort of stuff that makes us proud to be Aussies ... and then there is you!

dodging the bullet

I had a rather unsettling phone call on Monday morning and it wasn't really anything that I could share with you all at the time because I didn't want to worry anyone [ specifically my daughter ] until I knew whether there was anything to worry about
which, as it happens
there isn't

you might remember a couple of weeks ago that I went up to Bendigo for the routine mammogram ... well, I got the call Monday morning informing me that there was an 'area of concern' and that I needed to go back Thursday.
My head may know that nine out of ten call backs turn out to be nothing but my heart wasn't buying it.
In the midst of all the horrific news coming out of the fires, I was sitting here, trying very hard not to obsess about my own health concerns and feeling guilty for being so self-centered in the face of all that loss.
... not a lot of sleep was had, and that's really saying something because I am one of the most chronically sleep deprived people on the planet at the best of times!
I even had to break out some pretty mind-numbing knitting for the waiting room because I kept stuffing up the current lace project, but it was better than sitting there reading ancient women's mags with articles on Brangelina and Keith-and-Nicole.
The first wait wasn't toooo long, then a short visit with a nurse practitioner for all the paperwork, and then into one of those flattering gowns and another waiting room where we all covertly eyed each other nervously. Then in for another [ much more specifically targeted and painful ] mammogram ...
and another wait
and then an ultrasound
and so on
As each woman exited the last office there was either a smile of relief or ... something else ... and we'd all look sadly at each other and hope that particular scene wouldn't be repeated for us.

and finally the news that - for me - all seems to be okay.

I can't fault the care, sensitivity and respect that was demonstrated by all the staff, but still not an experience I want to repeat.

today I'm stiff, sore, battered ... and bruised enough that you'd be forgiven for thinking I've gone three rounds with a heavyweight, but I'm okay and that, for now, is enough

If you're on my side of 50 and haven't been mashed in the last 2 years, go make an appointment
NOW

and finally
THIS was the scene directly over the road from John of God Hospital, Bendigo. A small fire compared to the others this week, but one that came within 2km of the centre of a very large rural city and took everyone completely by surprise.

Bamboozled

It seems bizarre to be back posting about knitting in the face of possibly 300 deaths from the fires many of which are still burning but I can only take so much horror. I seriously need a little normality in my life in the midst of the stories of loss and heartbreak

so without any intention of trivialising the past week:

you may remember that I was knitting a tinkered with version of the Posh Wedding Shrug in finer yarn/needles. The bamboo was bearable to knit with in the 46C heat, and I don't know that there are too many other yarns that I could say that of ... even cotton is unpleasant at those sort of temperatures.
Let's hear it for bamboo - not only is it the ultimate eco-friendly completely renewable resource [ and in case you didn't know: a 60' bamboo can replace itself in 2 months !!!!] but it's nice to work with, has a beautiful drape, is lovely to wear in stinking hot weather AND has in-built antibacterial and antifungal properties that reputedly survive around 50 washes.

The shrug went along quite well when it was too hot to do much else - strange really: I could knit lace but couldn't concentrate enough to do my other favourite low-energy activity - which is to read.

The picot cast-off edging took forever to do but looks good and I'll get a decent photo of the object itself when there is someone up here to model it, because a shrug that isn't on a bod is a damn hard thing to get a decent shot of, I'm here to tell you.

Since then I've also made these little mitts which are sorta kinda my Travelling Vine mittens [ free pattern link over there in the sidebar ]because it's the same lace as the shrug. The yarn weight is the same as the blue ones in the pattern but I went down a size on the needle - unintentionally - and made a few mods. There are fewer rows of wrist ribbing ... which in fact I would leave out completely next time, the lace continues over the palm, I left off the garter stitch detailing at the thumb opening and not as deep a lace band over the back of the hand seeing these are purely to look cute and pretty and not to keep the hands warm.
I was going to do the picot cast off to match the shrug along the top and around the thumb.
Well, not 'going to do' ... I DID do it ... but it rolled something shocking, so I frogged it back and did a conventional sewn down picot hem.


Did I say "a FEW mods"? I guess they're really a whole different pattern.
I may have to write this one up [ without that wrist ribbing ], before I forget what I actually did.

and NOTE TO SELF: Self, old dear, you really don't have photo worthy digits - get a shot of Nadie wearing these!

Devastation

Yesterday saw the most appalling loss of life from bushfires in the history of european settlement of this country

There are already 65 confirmed deaths and that will rise as the days go on.
Entire towns have ceased to exist

read here
and here
and the horror continues :
Monday revised toll:

they breed 'em tough in Ballarat

not sure how coherent this post is going to be - today was the overall hottest on Victorian record - although not the hottest up here. It 'only' got to 46.2C / 115F !! ... One New Year's Eve , it got to almost 48!

I've lost track of how long this particular heatwave has gone on but we're into the third week at least. The bush is tinder dry and apparently almost identical meteorological conditions to the devastating Ash Wednesday Fires. The whole state is on tenterhooks and there have been several outbreaks of fire already though nothing close so far.

My fire plan is in place, I'm as prepared as I can be, and if it comes through, then I'll deal with it as best I can. The idea of sitting out a fire absolutely terrifies me but I'm not leaving ... and the goats will be in the bathroom if it all goes up!

Anyway, yesterday's 45C notwithstanding I still went to dance class in the morning after a coffee in town with Jeanette and then home to spend the afternoon with two hardy Ballarat knitters and their respective youngest offspring.

Ravelry friends, Jacki and Sam, arrived for lunch accompanied by young Max and Rohan - who was a bit tickled that he shared his name with one of my goats! [ although I DID explain that we spell Rowan differently because she's a girl ]
Sam commented that she's the wrong colour ... because Rohan/Rowan means little red one, or red headed child ... but even though she's a mostly white goat she WAS born with a distinctly red head, just like her namesake. Of course I completely forgot to get a photo of them together - rats! - so will have to remember that for next time.

After a light lunch, we spent a lovely, albeit hot, afternoon chatting and knitting:

This is Jacki's Clown Stripe Sock with afterthought heel: from yarn dyed by Happy Spider,

and Sam's Entrelac Cadbury's Chocolate socks using her own hand dyed yarn


Max and Rohan happily played with cars for a while and then settled in to watch a DVD

Tara emailed from Bendigo, to see if I was up for a visit, so she was duly invited to join the party, arriving just as the others were leaving and promptly going to sleep at my kitchen table while I did the run into town to get David
After she woke up again, I got to drool - at a safe distance - over her latest lot of hand dyed yarn which was about to be posted off.
Mostly sock yarn but that is alpaca laceweight there at the back in the purple. Probably a good thing that it was sooooo hot, because otherwise I would probably have wanted to roll in that alpaca.

a good day
and after everyone had gone home I got to go through the bags of yarn that Sam had collected from Ms Moggie's mum and hauled up here for me and which was the excuse for the visit.
* Marcie my sweet, there's some mohair here with your name on it!

of this and that and quite possibly TMI

it's still hot - currently around 36C - and the closest thing to rain in the last several weeks would be the dozen drops that hit my windshield on Monday and evaporated immediately thereafter.
I was coming back from Bendigo at the time, having taken myself off to have the mammies grammed.

Cue portentious doom laden music

I will admit that I've been putting it off ... and off ... and off ... and I'm sure that I'm not alone in that ... but I promised a certain friend that I would get it done and so I have

and I have to tell you
it wasn't anywhere near as bad as I remembered

I kept waiting for that remembered agonising sensation - somewhat like having my tender bits slammed repeatedly in a car door
the eye-watering, take-your-breathe-away pain

and ...

nada
zip
it didn't happen
oh-kay so maybe not precisely the most pleasant five minutes of my life
but bearable


Now some of that is due to the newer style equipment
... maybe
... but equally probable would be the explanation that there is considerably more of me than there used to be.

While I am still not ... ahem ... well endowed in the chest area, at least I don't have to pay the technician a finders fee nowadays!
Stop laughing!
I'm serious!
I was once sooooo flat chested that if I'd had any less bust I would've been concave
They used to have to scrape up every spare millimetre of flesh from my armpits to my elbows just to get enough to squash between those plates.

Anyway
I wasn't slogging around Bendigo in that heat and subjecting my person to medical [wo]man-handling, unless there was some sort of payoff, so I betook myself off to S*******t [ soul deadening big box craft store ] and found some Yarn Bee Down to Earth 50/50 soy/cotton blend on the throw out table for $2 a ball.
The colours in the top layer were not particularly inspiring, but some determined burrowing unearthed a good plain navy. Obviously, I scooped up all that I was able to find [ 13 balls ] plus an unlabelled one in variegated mauve/blue - which I'm pretty sure is Patons Smoothie - for $1 ... which will probably be for prem hats or bootees ... and the soy? there are several somethings in my queue that it would probably suit. We shall have to see!

I also splurged on some pure cotton sheets in cream.
The ongoing heatwave has cured me of any desire that I may have once harboured to sleep on poly cotton blend ! Non-iron or no non-iron, I needs me some cool, cool cotton.

Speaking of which
this is a wee sample made in an unidentified cotton that was part of the Beryl largesse I dragged home from Tassie last October.
It's about 2 or 3 ply [ lacweight or fingering ] with a lovely sheen to it, and I've already used it to make a couple of dozen snowflakes before Christmas.
It crochets up well but I have almost a kilo of it and that represents a lifetimes worth of snowflakes and then some, so I tried a sample of travelling vine lace on 3mm needles. I was thinking shrug or fingerless gloves but it really was too splitty for knitted lace.


Then I did another in the same stitch pattern but in Cleckheaton Bamboo [ 4ply fingering ] on 3.75 and 4mm


I'm more or less following the Posh Wedding Shrug except that this yarn is much, much finer than the recommended worsted and obviously on commensurately smaller needles than the 5.5mms of the original, so there's a bit of maths involved. Not too much... nothing the brain can't cope with in the heat. The bamboo is wonderful stuff to knit with in this weather ... far more pleasant than the pure cotton even, and it just drapes soooooowell. I'm loving it!
It doesn't really solve the problem of what to do with a huge cone of fine cotton, but the bamboo was in the stash too, so I can still feel reasonably virtuous.

and we just won't count those 14 balls from Monday, right?

The Country Living Learning Curve

It's still hot
just not as hot - a mere 36C today, which seems almost bearable after the 45F we had yesterday and the day before and most of the last 2 weeks .
Most of the East Coast of Australia has had this current weather system to some degree or another
... Melbourne has had 4 or 5 days of it and it's thrown the public transport and energy sectors into complete chaos... blackouts to tens of thousands of homes and mass cancellations of trains due to the tracks buckling in the heat ... yuck

So how hot has it been in practical terms? Well, the water coming out of the cold tap in the kitchen seemed to be about blood heat, so I used the super accurate digital thermometer that I acquired for pasteurising the goat's milk to check it and it was actually hotter than bloodheat - forty-freaking-four degrees C or 113F !!!


Given that my main tank is concrete and hold 25000 gallons or 113000 litres, you'd probably think that such a huge volume of water could never heat up, and really you'd be right ... but ... from that tank it gets pumped up to another at the top of the hill and gravity fed down to the house. All those pipes are close to the surface and after a while even the ground a foot under the surface has heated up enough so the water comes out hot
To get water cold enough to drink or too put into the portable coolers that wonderful Mandie-who-saved-my-life-with-her-generosity gave me last year, it has to go into the fridge for a couple of hours.

hot with a capital H

but

I still prefer this arrangement to the way it was when I moved in.

Allow me to 'splain:

When I made the decision to move up here, I did my homework. I thought that I had come to terms with the implications of country living:
dust
bushfires
snakes
creepycrawlies
limited water

but there were things that didn't even cross my radar

All the water to the house is dependant on the ELECTRIC pump at the main tank and do you know what happens on super hot days when the electricity supply is overwhelmed and fails?
yup
the pump doesn't work
I found this out the hard way about 4 weeks after I moved in, having never lived on tank water before.
Cue the first really hot spell, and the first blackout, and all of a sudden, there we were with no fans, no fridge, and not a drop, literally not one drop, of water in the house. I had to use dam water in a bucket to flush the loo and make an emergency run into town for bottled water. I couldn't explain to David what was going on and it was thoroughly and completely revolting.
On that occasion we were blacked out in 40ish degrees for about 6 hours but some nearby had no power for 20 hours.
Think about it.

So
I now have 4500 litres up the top of the hill, pumped up there daily or whenever a particular level is reached ... so it never goes brackish ... and when the power goes off, I can at least run a cool bath for David and have a drink.

all thanks to my eldest's Godfather, and Maz's wonderful hubby, Saint Chris who worked his bum off so we'd have reliable water when it was needed

ETA I just heard on the Weather Channel that there have been 30 heat related deaths in Adelaide alone during this current heat-wave. Mostly elderly people living alone. ' Scuse me while I go ring Ma-in-law.

Squishy mail

Some things you do just because it seems like a good thing to do
and if there's the added bonus of having fun in the process, well and good.

What I'm talking about here is the sort of thing that knitters and quilters have always done ...
making quilts and knitteds for charity

tiny quilts for the premature infants that don't make it
tiny knitted and crochet garments for those that do

Thankfully I've never had to deal with the anguish of watching a very prem baby fight to survive although I've known people who have. So there's no personal family reason for being involved, just something very satisfying about making wee things and knowing that they'll perhaps help ease someone's anxiety or pain. Not a huge committment of time, energy or resources for such a positive outcome, right ?

...with this in mind, and because I'd be doing it anyway, I signed up to Sarah's NICU Knitathon late last year and sent off my tiny garments to the hospital of my choice in Melbourne. I tend not to blog much about my charity knitting because it seems a bit like I'm blowing my own horn.

I'm making an exception this time because

Sarah emailed me in December with the news that she's had a random drawing and was sending me something

the something has now arrived and is THIS:
Two skeins of beautiful hand dyed Koigu KPPM sock yarn in spring greens with a hint of lavender

SO not why one does it, but hey, I'm not going to pretend that it isn't lovely .
Yes I'm a spoiled brat.
I know it
now go visit Sarah's blog okay ?

Free Pattern Friday: Lyndham One-Skein Scarf

As promised earlier in the week, here's the pattern for the scarf that I designed for my Beginner's Crochet class:

It's a short trans-seasonal scarf, made with a single ball of a soft lightweight yarn and intended to be held in place with a scarf pin. If you'd like a longer one, double the quantities
British terminology used [ for US scroll down to the bottom ]

yarn - 1 ball Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino or sock or 5-ply wool or alpaca [ at least 101m ]
hook - 3.5 - 4mm
finished size approx 13cm x 83 cm**


** the blue version was made with one ball of Rare Yarns Endare 4 ply which is a thinner wool/alpaca yarn with a slight halo - not recommended for a beginner as it splits - Endare will produce a slightly lighter, longer scarf on a 3mm hook

abbreviations
ch = chain
dc = double crochet
tr = treble
st = stitch or stitches


foundation- chain 32
row 1 - tr into 4th ch from hook, tr to end. Turn
Row 2 - ch 3 [ counts as 1 tr ], tr in next st,* ch 3, miss 2 tr, dc in next st, ch 3, miss 2 tr, tr in next st. Repeat from * to last 4 stitches, ch 3, miss 2 tr, dc in last 2 st. Turn.
Row 3 - ch 3, tr in next st, * ch 3, miss ch space of previous row, dc in next tr, ch 3, miss ch space of previous row, tr in next dc. Repeat from * ending with 2 dc in tr and turning ch of previous row.

repeat row 3 until desired length or until you have only enough yarn to complete the final row:
Final row - ch 3, tr in next st, *2 tr in ch space, tr in next st. Repeat from * to last 2 st - tr in last 2 st, end off.

Don't panic if it looks too short !!
This lace will grow narrower and much longer with 'aggressive' wet blocking.


US Terminology:

yarn - 1 ball sock or sport weight wool or alpaca [ at least 110 yds ]
hook - E or F
finished size approx 5" x 32 1/2"**

abbreviations
ch = chain
sc = single crochet
dc = double crochet
st = stitch or stitches


foundation- chain 32
row 1 - dc into 4th ch from hook, dc to end. Turn
Row 2 - ch 3 [ counts as 1 dc ], dc in next st,* ch 3, miss 2 dc, sc in next st, ch 3, miss 2 dc, dc in next st. Repeat from * to last 4 stitches, ch 3, miss 2 dc, sc in last 2 st. Turn.
Row 3 - ch 3, dc in next st, * ch 3, miss ch space of previous row, sc in next dc, ch 3, miss ch space of previous row, dc in next sc. Repeat from * ending with 2 sc in dc and turning ch of previous row.

repeat row 3 until desired length or until you have only enough yarn to complete the final row:
Final row - ch 3, dc in next st, *2 dc in ch space, dc in next st. Repeat from * to last 2 st - dc in last 2 st, end off.

Don't panic if it looks too short !!
This lace will grow narrower and much longer with 'aggressive' wet blocking.

and now the legal bit:
c 2009 S.Iacuone for personal and charity use. For all other uses please contact me.
Please don't claim this as your own design or the karma fairy will come along and bite you on the bum.

on the habits of Bears

Considering that he gets the shakes at the sight and sound of a bath running and isn't much fonder of the shower, Bear has a fascination with hose water that borders on obsession

he sniffs

extends a paw for a tentative pat

he pounces

he scrabbles around in it as if trying to dig out some burrowing small furry rodent

woe betide any plant that gets in his way ... he's a Bear on a mission to discover where this wet stuff is coming from and going to

which may go a long way towards explaining why the contents of said hose was subsequently applied to his small furry person before I would allow him to cross my threshold

conquering crochet!

Today the mercury was hovering just shy of 40C [ 104F ] so probably NOT the day of choice to add crochet tutor to my CV

but we managed

and managed quite well

it probably helped keep the temperature under control that Purl's Palace is housed in a very old, solid brick building with 20 foot ceilings but boy! was it noticeable when we all ventured outside to the cars afterwards !!!!!

anyway

you'll just have to take my word for it that those are looks of intense concentration from [l to r] Caroline, Kirsten, Sarah, and Zoe as they navigate the complexities of chains, double crochet and trebles, reading written directions, japanese style schematics and the totally confusing differences between American and Everywhere-Else's terminology, not to mention the complexities of metric hooks versus the American 'system' which seems to revolve around every manufacturer having a slightly different set of standards for hook sizing and nomenclature.
Quite a lot to cover really but we got through it all and after some samples, everyone made a start on their Scarf-which-still-has-no-name in CashmerinoSome of you might remember that I canvassed your opinions last year as to whether I was on the right track with this being the sample, and you'll no doubt be relieved [ yeah ... I know ... just humour me here ... I choose to believe that you've all been on tenterhooks for months as to whether we collectively got it right, okay ? ]
when I tell you that everyone was completely happy with this as their premier effort.

I will be posting the pattern as a freebie sometime this week but not today as I completely forgot to measure the samples and they are back at Purl's

opinions please

Nadie commented that the blog header I have had up since de-Christmassing the blog was "a gorgeous photo but too hard to read" so I'm trying out a few alternatives.
What do you all think of this one with Oakley and "Oilslick" ?

warning warning: brain implosion immanent

If you know anything about the layout of Castlemaine [ which granted most of you don't ] then you would know that the Post Office is in the same street as David's day placement albeit about a kilometre away - but in the direction of home so it's no biggy to stop off and check the post office box [ no mail deliveries this far out y'know ]... and then as the Library is almost next door, to see if any of my reservations have come in.
Said library only gets deliveries on Mondays and Thursdays, so inevitably when I put in a bunch of reserves, it all arrives in one hit.

As was the case today

Hot Textiles byKim Thittichai
Layers to Stitch by the late great Valerie Campbell Harding and the wonderful Maggie Grey
Print Pattern and Colour by Ruth Issett
and
Fusing Fabric by Margaret Beal


This largess was just about enough to make me lose my somewhat tenuous grip on sanity
and then
I went to the post office and found my order from The Book Depository [ funded by Ma-in-law's Christmas and birthday present ] had come in:

Stitch Cloth Paper and Paint by Angie Hughes
Creating Sketchbooks for Embroiderers and Textile Artists


Tomorrow if you're wondering who the gibbering wreck in the corner of my rumpus room is ... 't'will be me

DYE-no-mite

Yesterday in the midst of the near 40C scorcher that we'd been promised, I decided that some dyeing activity wouldn't be overly taxing but might still satisfy the need for creativity.
I had in my sights a small cone of virulent pea green 3 ply [ fingering ] pure wool that has languished in my stash for nigh unto 30 years.
Its time had come.
So after half an hour's worth of soaking it into submission, out it went to become better acquainted with the digestive tract of Dorothy The Dinosaur [ the 30+ year old monster of a microwave that exists in my carport purely for my various dyeing endeavours ]
Fast forward through six minutes of cooking in Landscapes Pacific and Night Blue, marinating in vinegar, more cooking, and then a wash and rinse in conditioner, followed by half an hour drying in the sun and this is more-or-less how it emerged from the ordeal:
The colour of the undyed hank isn't really true to colour on this monitor but you get the idea.
Anyone care to suggest a name for this colourway ?

and Ms Sophie thinks that there have been more than enough puppy pics lately

Saturday Sky

Currently
enjoying mid 20s/70s, with a surprisingly cool overnight low of 7C/45F.
Barely a whisp of cloud in the sky
... perfection if you discount the issue of total lack of precipitation and the travesty that is my [ for want of a better term ] garden
and I refuse to listen to the bloody awful forecast for the rest of the week - fingers in ears - I can't hear you - lalalalala.

In the spirit of making hay while the sun shines-in-moderation, I've cracked on with the little top for great nephew Isaac and am up to the seaming - of which there is very little - weaving in of ends [ bugger all ] and sewing on of buttons [5]

Pattern - vintage Mon Tricot
Yarn - Patons Big Baby 4 ply [ fingering]
needles - KP Options 3mm
Mods - an extra repeat in the sleeves and across the front. The neck on these tends to be a bit loose and gappy so I picked one stitch per garter ridge and knitted a few extra rows. This was always the plan, I allowed for it when I placed my buttonholes ... says she, basking in the reflected glow of her shiny cleverness and foresight ... err ... UNLIKE the pink one I made for Isabella where it was an afterthought resulting in a 'top' button that wasn't - at the top, that is... but we won't talk about that


There has been a fair bit of late night/early morning reading going on as well , as I muddle through a fibro induced rather-worse-than-my-normal-level-of-insomnia bout of sleeplessness:

I've finished another Laurell K Hamilton: A Lick of Frost, and am now back to the Discworld's with Soul Music and Interesting Times.
I'd completely forgotten that I'd started Soul Music which was buried under the detritus on the coffee table and by the time I realised that there was one missing from the shelf of TPs and unearthed it, was already further into Interesting Times.
Meh
I'll continue reading them out of order. It doesn't really matter anyway because they each deal with different sets of ongoing characters.

There has also been [finally] some action in the Christmas Takedown Department
Bear tried to help but was less than impressed when his feline siblings decided to oversee the proceedings

Although, to be fair, they have been at this decoration caper for a lot longer than he has

and finally
after the inestimable contributions of the various four legged helpers and having unearthed everything that had fallen out of reach behind various trees and gift boxes, I can relate that the ornament tally for '08
is:

pinched out of the box and chewed on 1
knocked off by cats 2
knocked off by dog 1
knocked off by Nonna 2
cause undertermined 4

for a grand total of 10

wednesday bullet points

- it's bloody hot outside
currently 40C /104F and it's only midday so 't'will get hotter
I don't have functioning A/C - haven't had for 2 years at least - cos the goats repeatedly stand on /chew the bits that are outside [ so it's hardly worth getting it repaired again until there is something resembling a fence between them and it ... which ain't happening anytime soon ]

-therefore today is all about the lounging around, the telly and the reading
speaking of which
since New Years Day I have read:

Dead Beat
White Knight
Proven Guilty ... Jim Butcher's Dresden Files

and the following Terry Pratchett offerings:

Witches Abroad [ although, to be honest, I'd nearly finished that before I got side tracked by the Dresden Files ]
Small Gods
Lords and Ladies

Laurell K Hamilton:
A Stroke of Midnight
Mistral's Kiss

It's a bit hot

This is the knitting that I am not doing - see above regarding the ambient temperature

in the last month I have acquired another great-niece, Isabella Lilly, and a great-nephew, Isaac James. Obviously this is for young Master Isaac who was a month early and weighed in at 6 pounds and a bit.

In the interests of family harmony, Isabella's already got the exact same top except in palest pink and a slightly larger size. I'll post the photo when I find it

... can't have anyone's nose getting out of joint over who got the better pressie now can we ?

did I mention that it's a bit hot ?

2pm update - it's now 41.7C / 107.2 F
and at 4pm?42.4C / 108.3F

and four more months of hot weather ahead of us

really can't remember

What have I been doing since Friday ?


there was some taking down and packing away of Christmas stuff
but not a lot

my bedroom
David's room
the kitchen
and the sewing end of the big room

that's it so far

all the BIIIG stuff is still in situe

I did think about doing it Sunday night
seriously ... I did
... I swear
... cross my heart and so on and so forth

... stop laughing you beggars

but then got a phone call to tell me that my favouritest-ever-ex-neighbours-and-parent-substitutes
who now live in Queensland , which is to say at the other end of the country, were in deepest darkest Bendigonia and were planning on heading my way mid morning on Monday.

I figured a few boxes here and there was nothing that Evelyn and Ron couldn't cope with, but had absolutely no intention of exposing them to the complete chaos that will undoubtedly ensue as soon as I start the great take down the of rumpus room and the loungeroom
and the bathroom
and Nadie's room
and the spare bedroom

that's my story and I'm sticking to it


Ms Energy-and-enthusiasm-to-get-it-all-done has gone for a little vacation - sidelined as she was by visitors, albeit much anticipated and enjoyed ones.
Personally I think she was jealous that my attention was happily elsewhere
... or maybe she just didn't want to be somewhere that the temperature is currently hovering just shy of 37 degreesC / 99F
I'm sure that she'll wander back eventually
maybe when it's cooler
like in May


in the meantime it's me for the couch, the cooler, a cold drink and the current book

a good week

What had originally loomed as a week of doing pretty much exactly the same things that I would be doing if David didn't have a few days away at Marysville - including the annual Great Christmas Cleanup - has turned into something else entirely:

In a nice bit of synchronicity, Terry - friend of 35 years standing, was feeling in need of some Catsmum R & R while she came to terms with seeing one of her offspring [ adult, but ya'know, still mum's baby ] head off to Japan for a year.
So basically my week has been :

Monday:
Escort David into town, wait 'till his bus full of friends and carers was ready to go, then a quick coffee with Robyn who was in town for the same purpose, and a quick shop
some housework, knitting, and reading also featured

Tuesday:
Off to Daylesford for Purl's Princesses [ knitting group ] which would have been given a miss had David not been away on summer camp.
Synchronicity struck again while I was at Daylesford, when I fielded a phone call from #1 son asking if he could stay the night as he would have a 5am start working in Castlemaine on Wednesday... well d'uh !!! like I would EVER choose to forgo seeing the offspring who lives 2 1/2 hours away !! Anyway, as D was away that meant no one had to sleep in the spare room with its single [ twin ] bed: Terry would have Nadie's queen size and Stephen would have David's. That would work.
Purl's was followed by lunch with Robyne [ not to be confused with OtherRobyn-without-an-e ] at her gorgeous, quirky, interesting, yet elegant house at Eganstown.
This was a leisurely affair involving a really interesting quiche with pinenuts, salad, fruit and my contribution: PND's homemade fetta goat cheese, garden, sun and more goats - yup this is THAT Robyne ... goat owner and wife of he who pedicures my goaty girls.
The sun was shining, there was not a cloud in the sky
bliss
Soon enough but not too soon it was time to head for home and then into town to pick Terry up from the train followed by lots of talking, cups of tea - plural, the greeting-medicating**-and-watering of #1 son, food, more talking, some knitting, more talking while #1 son worked on his laptop, and finally bed with a book.

Wednesday:
a five o clock start for me courtesy of the goats so I was on my third cuppa by the time Terry surfaced. In true Hobbit fashion I happily had second breakfast so's to keep her company while she was having first breakfast. Thereinafter ensued a period of mutual reading-in-the-sun-with-animals followed by a trip back to Daylesford, retail therapy and lunch followed by general sitting around reading and my world famous pumpkin sweet potatoe and leek risotto for dinner.

Thursday:
a similar leisurely start [ although the goats let me sleep in until 7 ] and then off to Maldon for more retail therapy [ Terry could Shop for Australia in the retail Olympics ] , coffee and then home for my equally world famous spicy rice and chickpea soup for lunch, after which Terry's hubby arrived to take her home. Dennis used to work with my late husband back in the days when I first started going out with Marc, and we've been firm friends ever since.

David was dropped home about an hour lateralong with the traditional returning-home-gift-for-mum of a postcard and a suitcase full of dirty laundry

Today:
Some reading
Some tv
Some getting drenched while bathing Bear
and
some pulling down the Christmas decos in the kitchen.
That is as far as I've got.
This is the kitchen Christmas detritus.
Not all
not even most
some

** Stephen is asthmatic and hyper sensitive to the cats so even with a precautionary double dose of vacuuming, we start every visit with antihistamines just to be on the safe side.

Ne'mind

I was going to enlist your help to see if, together, we could figure out what was causing the strange, mangled areas in my garden

exhibit A: the remains of my Japanese Iris


The obvious answer would seem to be GOATS but there have been no recent Great Escapes

It doesn't look like 'roo damage
... or bunnies
... or possums

but I think I may have worked it out:

The New Who

It's official

my mother will be turning in her grave

When does something become a tradition?

When you do it once ? - well no, hardly!
Twice ?
Three times ?
How about something that you have done unfailingly for the last 36 years, that your darling daughter also does, and your mother did before you ?

I think that would probably qualify as a tradition.

Well tradition 'round here says that Christmas decorations start coming down on Twelfth Night [ January 6th ]

This is written in stone

It is an operation requiring patience, fortitude, stamina and a level of organisation of Martha Stewartian proportions to ensure that everything is packed - by room - into the correct box
because otherwise I'll have a nervous breakdown mid November when I get it all out again. It takes 5 days to do properly, and used to take longer.

As you can probably imagine, while all this transpires the house closely resembles the the Wreck of the Hesperus

Not a good time for visitors
especially a visitor who hasn't ever been an overnight guest before and whom I haven't seen for about two years
so either I try to get it all done tomorrow and Monday
OR
it will have to wait until she goes home again on Thursday

either way it's not going to happen on the 6th
sacrilege !!!

I'm leaning towards waiting till Thursday