Also I am making my son's girlfriend one of my hats. The colour is a bit hard to see but it's a lovely violet purple. This one will have cables.
Thanks to all of you who have commented lately on my quilts - I really appreciate your feedback.
Musings of a dyer and fiber artist from Lord of the Rings and Narnia country, the South Island of New Zealand.
One of my Christmas cakes. I wanted a fairly modest Christmas, but with the kids in charge, we have excessive amounts of food plus they all drink quite a bit of beer, so there's a lot of that too. Sigh. I appear to be the only person I know who doesn't have the alcohol gene. I can be perfectly silly without a drink.
For the creative content - I made these 2 chemo caps whil at the lyttelton Quilt Show last month. Sophie thought she'd like one (not that she has lost her hair)...
...so I'm making this chestnut brown one for her. Very plain.
And I'm still working on The Virgin Socks.
It's only been a year since I planted most things in my very-neglected garden. This bit by the garden shed was (and still is) a herb garden - you can just see some parsly on the right, plus berry plants on the left. However, I'm doing combination gardening these days - planting flowers and vegetables together where it suits me to do so. I just liked the look of this little rose (climber Bantry Bay, won't always be little) and the delphinium.
My second bedroom is also my stock room. And store room. And spare bedroom. Usually anyone who needs to overflow from the guest room only stays with me for one night.
But this time it's different. My daughter Sophie and her partner Erlo and my son Cass will be coming down on Wednesday for 8 days. Hooray! Last Christmas I was all alone. For the first time in my life, I had no family around me at Christmas. I hadn't long moved here and I was still busy getting organised, so I really didn't mind though it felt strange, as usually other family members came to us at Christmas. But that was before I was so far away.
The usual complete mess in the stock room had to be sorted. Be thankful there are no "before" shots - you can see how much stuff is crammed into this room! This is a small house, originally a 4 room stone cottage, and it's over 100 years old.
Cass will be sleeping here, and while boys (ok, he's 25 but still a boy to me) don't care too much about their surroundings (Cass slept for a while as a teenager in a converted woodshed at the back of the carport, because it was nice and dark and he could sleep in), the room was long overdue for a clean and sort. All the junk I've sorted out is going into the skip I'm having delivered tomorrow (a big metal bin for rubbish, for those unfamiliar with the term, that's dropped off by a truck and collected when you've filled it - this one holds 7.5 cubic metres of waste, and I have it for 10 days) and Cass has offered to help fill it with garden waste and the like, which I have a lot of on the property. I've also been ruthless in my bedroom, and the living room too.
My Christmas cactus is looking great. This plant has travelled around with me from Rotorua in the North Island to Lyttelton and now to Oamaru. It lives outside all year round through frosts and snow (Lyttelton had occasional snow, but none here - rats!).
This was taken at 5.30am (yes, I'm a lark, and at this time of year, I sleep with all the curtains and blinds open). It's hard to capture the moon looking as good as it does in real life, and this is half a moon.
Walking before I run is a fairly unusual concept for me. I normally jump in boots and all, with much confidence about my own ability. However, I've realised that knitting plain socks first might be a good idea, before racing into complex fair Isle ones. So here's my new sock just being born on probably the right sized needles.
I've talked before about the international Round Robin I'm doing. This fabric was dyed by the first person, then the second person put a resist over it and painted it with black in the cracks. I have stamped it with metallic paints using a sun stamp, then hand-painted green squiggles and black arches and some more black shading. Now it looks to me like a floral print with frigging daisies on it, which is NOT what I intended. (Actually I had no intentions at all, I just go with the flow when I have a paintbrush in my hand. )