Little Finishes -

Well, I sewed in the ends of the Matilda Popsie blanket, unfortunately the only picture I took of it was a rather lame one on Photobooth (oh for a camera)















There was a family wedding yesterday, so I gave it to Matilda's parents then. They warmed the cockles of my heart, her dad immediately whipped off the blanket they were using and put mine over her. They were really the type of people you want to keep making hand knits for, they made me feel quite special.

The Long Time scarf is also finished.















And another Pb photo, I'm afraid. I have been reading lots of lovely tutorials/advice lately about taking photos. I'd like to have a go.

I wonder how much cameras cost.

I also wonder if I can begin Venezia yet. The nice shop emailed me to tell me that the old gold yarn is on its way, so soon all the materials will be here. The holidays are a good time to start a complicated project like that. But I still have a few largish projects that should get finished first.

Wednesday shall be a day o' finishing -

I am recovering from end of term madness. I haven't put hand to craft in days, but I am sure that is going to change any minute. I can feel the exhaustion lifting.

Today is spent: laundry in the morning, working in the afternoon. Tomorrow (Wednesday) morning there will be pottering about with my worms and plants and possibly a trip around the corner to the shop that sells pots and potting mix.

Then there is a craftanoon with a friend who has come home from Germany for a conference. But I shall not be doing craft as I know it at the craftanoon, I shall be sewing in ends. Sewing in ends is not craft, it's a fiddle.

Other People's Projects -

This was begun in the 80s, which is more obvious when you look at the pattern, by Mum. I think Mum has more or less finished with her knitting phase, so at some stage I will finish this off.

Damn thing, been hanging round for years -

I knit like the wind, put it down for a few weeks and forgot the pattern. Have never been bothered to learn it again.















I sort of plan to give it to a friend once it's done. If it gets done. She likes pink.

Mum -

You can just see Mum's hands at the bottom of the photo. My hands are all soft and indoorsy, Mum's hands are those of some one who does things. Some one who gardens and worms horses and fixes fences and shears sheep and shifts horse troughs and rides and bird watches and paints and takes pictures and generally is one tough, handy laydee.



















The hat so kindly modelled is for my brother. He wanted something that had ear flaps, I've been thinking about keeping bees.

Another potential -
Heere be Dragones.

I have the pattern. I have loads of lace weight waiting to become something.

Oh yeah, no time.

Ripped and restarted -

I mucked up the lace and stopped dead on this. My solution? Rip it and do the top section (I changed it to top down) without lace.















Now it is trucking along.

Spring, and my thoughts turn to planting and stitching -

I have been stitching on these damn birds for a good long while now. I am ashamed to admit the year in which it was begun, but it started with a 2 and ended with a 2.

I have done little pieces in between times, but this has been my albatross.



















How much longer can these damn birds take?

O Blog! work your shame-me-into-finishing-some-things magic and make me concentrate on this thing this summer.

Plus, when I finish, I get to start this one:



















Though, now I think of it, it may bring the same kind of trouble.