Done!

The green top is finished!  It's a much prettier colour than this - green can be difficult to photograph well.

I wonder why this should be?  Greens in nature are easy to photograph, leaves, grasses, trees all look good - but for some reason, green fabrics look flat and dull.  This is somewhere between lime and olive.

The purple/blue passion jumper is coming on well, so far over 31cm - about 12 inches - of the back has been done.  The alpaca yarn is not bad to work with but the working edge curls like nothing I have ever experienced before, that could be because it's being knitted on a circular needle.  Ever since I discovered circulars over 20 years ago I don't knit with straight needles, circulars are so much easier on one's wrists and hands because the weight of the knitting is supported on one's lap rather on the wrists.

Winter has hit with a vengeance!  Mornings are now frosty and cold, water in the bird baths is so frozen that even a Pied Currawong missed out on its breakfast drink this morning, and the fire is burning day and night.  Frosty gardens make for a very pretty picture, but I'm not going outside in my jammies at 7 am to take a photo.

This morning I had an appointment way over on the southern edge of town - we live on the northern edge so it meant Crossing The River, something many locals seem to fear for some reason that escapes us - my knitting came along in case I had to wait, and I found out that the trip from here to there is long enough to knit two rows each way.  Another row or two while waiting made it a very productive trip!  Must get into the habit of taking the knitting every time we go somewhere.

Our trip to Canberra in a few weeks will mean even more knitting time because I can knit in the car.  I can also crochet without getting nauseous but can't sew or read; some folks can, but not me.

The uke group has another gig coming up in ten days for the women's organisation we played for recently.  We will part of a Musical Afternoon, doesn't that sound genteel?  There will be a men's choir from one of the local churches, a women's choir (the local chapter of an Australia-wide organisation), and us.  Perhaps we will be the comic relief.

In a couple of months the quilting group is having its annual weekend workshop with a visiting tutor, and this time I will be joining in.  She is making things difficult for us as she doesn't answer emails and her web page contacts don't include a phone number.  We would like to know fabric requirements in advance, I know most of us plan to use fabric from stash but in case there are any gaps we don't want to be forced into a last-minute spend.  Between now and our Canberra trip I will pull out fabrics I plan to use, any gaps can be filled from the shops there.  There are a few stash fabrics that I have in mind.......

"In receiving morning calls, it is unnecessary for a lady to lay aside any employment, not of an absorbing nature upon which she may happen to be engaged.  Embroidery, crocheting or light needle-work are perfectly in harmony with the requirements of the hour, and the lady looks much better employed than in absolute idleness."

My thoughts exactly.

Enjoy your days!

Finishing and starting

A finish to report!  The jumper which has been in the making for a while is now done, has been worn......and, I am pleased to report, is very cosy and warm.

 Colour is a deep teal with pale flecks, and the pattern came from a Classic Knits book; a plain raglan sleeved round necked jumper, but it was gussied up by the ribbing being done k2 p2 instead of the usual k1 p1.  Yarn is from Bendigo Woollen Mills, Highlands 8 ply woollen yarn, colour 'Ness', and was purchased when first released......oh......must be four, or maybe five, years ago?  There have been three previous attempts to make a cardigan with it but all were hopeless for various reasons, so I gave up and made this.  It hasn't yet been blocked, pressed or washed, but has already been worn.

The next project has been started, it will be the same pattern (I know it's unadventurous, but it's an easy make, it fits and I like it) but this yarn has been in the stash since January 2001!  It was bought in the Famous Back Room at the mills on our so far one-and-only trip to Bendigo, Victoria, and is alpaca yarn in a nicer colour than this shows - it's a rich purple-blue, which for some reason that escapes me is called 'Passion'.

The difference will be the ribbing, this is a diagonal rib pattern which came from my Mon Tricot knitting and crochet stitch dictionary (it has 1030 stitches - no, I have never counted them!) which was purchased in 1974, and to which I still refer.  With a bit of luck and knuckling-down it should be finished in time to take to Canada late in September; I'm told alpaca yarn is very warm, and it might be needed.

There is also a 'Dragonfly Wings' scarf on the needles; the pattern calls for beads to be knitted in with the lacy edge, and the choice of beads here in the Small Smoke is not good.  Truth be told, it's downright abysmal.  Next month we are heading south to Canberra to see our grandkid and his parents, and I know where there is a good bead shop there not far from a very good quilt shop.

The green top is proceeding after a minor hiccup; I was following the pattern steps (as I always do) and thought "I know what comes next" so stitched the neck facing to the neckband on the outer edge....they had already been joined on the inner edge....read ahead in the instructions and, guess what, that doesn't happen at all ever.....so the seam ripper and I renewed our acquaintance along with a few choice words, and now all is going along as it should.  It has short sleeves, so when it's finished won't be worn for months because it's not short sleeve clothing weather here now.  Not for me.  Some hardy souls let their bare skin hang out in winter, but I'm not one of them.

Now you all know that I am a genius of some note, and it was confirmed this week.  At Easter a beautiful new baritone uke came here to join my other instruments, and a suitable chord chart was found online and printed out.  Baritone ukes are strung differently to other ukes, consequently the chord positions are very different.  I didn't want to go to the expense of buying baritone copies of my uke books and thought of writing the chord charts by hand in my current books, at least three chords and up to 12 or more for each song.....but wasn't sure I would live long enough to ever finish because you have no idea how many thousands of songs are in my collection.  A little bright light went "boing" in my brain (so bright it's a wonder my brain didn't explode) and I searched online for blank chord diagrams to print out - and there they are!  Lots of them!!  Clicked on one uke forum, started to read some posts about chord diagrams, and someone wrote "or......you could buy a rubber stamp".  "Of course you could" said I to myself, and one phone call, two visits to our local office supply shop downtown, a handing over of the fantastic plastic card, and I have a blank chord grid stamp.

Now all I need is the time to stamp several of these for each song, and to write letters and dots on them......

"Washington's maxims:
Play not the peacock, looking everywhere about you to see if you be well decked, if your shoes fit well, if your stockings set neatly and clothes handsomely".

What about when one is wearing a gorgeous hand-knitted (by oneself, of course) new jumper?  I think a little peacocking is justified sometimes.

Enjoy your days!

In which we find a big spiky bum

The neighbourhood echidna has been visiting our front garden lately.

 Now you see it......

 .......and now you don't.

We don't know if it's a boy or a girl echidna, and weren't going to look either.  We're not silly.  When it thought that I and the camera had gone it would turn round, poke out its snout into the garden and burrow for ants, but as soon as I or the camera hove into sight again it flipped around and buried its head - so I'm very sorry, but the only shots I could get are of its aforementioned big spiky bum.

It's all go go go up here on the hill, folks.

Did you all have a nice Mother's Day weekend?  The day before, Saturday was my annual 29th birthday so we went for a drive to Armidale, an hour or so north, to a cat show.  Lots of lovely kitties, we could have brought several home with us......we told Bianca that if she doesn't behave, we will trade her in on a new model.  That night we also went out to dinner at a - actually, the - local French restaurant and had a wonderful meal; engraved on the portals of this house (and just about any other house I have lived in) are the words "The Mother Does Not Cook On Her Birthday".  Kevin gave me an unexpected birthday present, a beautiful brooch in a Celtic design of entwined birds made by a silversmith we know.  I have a few other pieces of his work......earrings, a pendant......and wear them often.

So now I am a year older.  I don't like getting older.  Don't give me that guff about it being better than the alternative either.  And don't say tritely "it's only a number" because the number is getting larger every year.  Scary large.  I am not liking the stuff that goes along with getting older such as health problems, and losing any claim I may once have had to a nice slender figure, and my once-gorgeous auburn hair going grey and colourless.

Sigh.

The green top has been started, so let's hope it fits!  The next quilting project will be to finish a charity quilt, and the next sewing project will be some new pyjamas from fabric in my stash.  A quilt show is held annually here in spring, and I have it in mind to finish a couple of projects for this year's.  The jumper (sweater) which was being knitted is all done, and is now being sewn together.

None of which will get done if I sit here on the computer, will it?

Tonight we will be attending a performance by the local Musical Society of "Company", a musical we haven't seen before and of which we don't know the plot, but if it up to the usual high standard of the local society - and it has a very high standard - we will enjoy it.  On another musical note (hah) some of us in the uke group played last Thursday for a local women's organisation, and the feedback was positive, they loved us and will probably ask us back.

"Deference to elderly people.
A young lady should show the same deference to an elderly lady that a gentleman does to a lady.  It may also be said that a young man should show proper deference to elderly gentlemen."

We can always hope, can't we?

Enjoy your days!

Happy birthday to me.......

.....Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Happy birthday to meeeeee!

Swinging from the chandelier

Although it's not quite a chandelier!  A few days ago our new shade was installed.

 It is not easy for a short person to take a picture of a light fitting, you know.

 Looking up from under, the outer row of diamonds is bevelled clear glass, next row in is patterned clear glass, inner row is opalescent glass.  Shades with coloured glass are gorgeous, but we wanted a clear/white one.

We could have bought a ready-made shade in a lighting shop, had we found one that we liked......but no.  The 1970s are back with a vengeance, folks - remember brass, copper and wooden light shades? - which is why we decided to have ours made by Linda and Mark, the lovely folks at Volcania Art Glass.  We've lived through the 70s once already, we don't need to do it again.

The block that I designed last week is done, and since this was taken it has been starched and pressed.

At least I think I designed it......there are probably similar blocks floating round out there in quiltland, because there is nothing new under the sun, is there?  I called it "Spinner" because it reminds me of those child's toys that spin round on a stick.

The green top cut out a few weeks ago is being looked at next.  The fabric has been in my stash for a few years, the pattern was bought a year or two back, but I hesitated about cutting into it because I didn't to wreck it.  Up until several years ago I could buy a pattern, cut out and make up a garment and it fit perfectly but since going through menopause, changing shape and turning into a short barrel on legs, getting clothing to fit is much more difficult.  That's why the fabric has been sitting for so long, but now it's cut out and if it doesn't fit or makes me look like the side of a house and is thrown out......why then, it's only fabric.  Even if it is beautiful green fabric and was bought on sale because it was the last of the roll and there is no more because it was a few years ago and the fabric shop has none left and it's all gone.

Ah well.  It's only fabric.

This morning we had a thick fog, and the whole valley disappeared into cloud.  Planes couldn't take off or land, so pity help those folks who were planning to take an early plane to the Big Smoke to connect with another flight.  There was a good chance they missed it.  Like many country towns in Australia, on the closest hill to this town there is a lookout which affords views over the town, over the valley and for a long long way round - but there was no view this morning.

One of the local Rotary Clubs is having its annual used book sale this week, so yesterday I bagged a few bargains....and a few more today.....the sale is on all week, so I might have to visit again before it closes.  One of the books I bought today is about some of the women - some very young, still teenagers - who sailed from Australia to England after World War II to join the English men they had met and married during the war.  Going so far from their families and friends must have been a huge step for them at a time when many people didn't go far from home.  I remember watching a documentary about Aussie women who sailed to the USA after World War II to join the husbands they had married but barely knew, and that was interesting too.  Not all of these marriages lasted, a small number of women were notified by their husbands en route not to bother continuing because they were no longer wanted and were sent back (just imagine the hurt and humiliation!), and not all the women were welcomed by their husband's family when they arrived.  England has long had a reputation of looking down its nose at 'colonials', and some of the women were made to feel this very keenly.

"If, perchance, after they have entered upon the stern realities of life, they find that they have made a mistake, that they are not well-mated, then they must accept the inevitable and endure to the end, "for better or for worse;" for only in this way can they find consolation for having found out, when too late, that they were unfitted for a life-long companionship.

'Acceptance and endurance' - doesn't sound like a good bargain to me.

Enjoy your days!

Where has this week gone?

I swear, it was only Monday when I last looked......

Stuff has been happening in the sewing room!  Not very exciting stuff, but stuff nonetheless.  Today I cut pieces for three blocks, all different.....fiddly diddly......I think I would rather cut fabric for a whole quilt than fabric for only one block, it's no more difficult.  The blocks are for my local group; one is for the quilt we make each year and donate to a local Worthy Cause (who can raffle it, donate it, whatever they wish), one is for last month's block of the month which we take turns 'winning' - there are so few of us that we just take turns anyway - and one for next month's block of the month, because it's my month to do so.  It has triangles.  Some other members complain mightily if they see triangles, so I feel it my bounden duty to provide some just to keep them on their toes.  Pics will be taken of that block because I designed it on EQ7 alone all by myself me alone, and you can all admire my cleverness.

This week has been busy, I was out almost every night to rehearse for Friday night's musical extravaganza tribute to Anzac Day, which was yesterday.  The show ended with massed choirs singing from the balcony of our lovely old War Memorial Town Hall much to the surprise of the packed audience, who thought all those people sitting together dressed in black were more members of the audience.  A little more about the Town Hall here if you are interested; it's a rare city, town or village in Australia that doesn't have a dedicated war memorial of some sort whether it is a building, a cenotaph, a statue, or a set of gates at a local park.

Here are some of the wildlife we met on our holiday, first some ducks by the Murrumbidgee River.

 Don't be fooled by that calm still water.....a short distance away it was a raging torrent, thanks to lots of rain earlier in the week.

It breaks my heart to show you this, but it's not real.....it was once, but now the poor thing is stuffed.  It was in the visitors' centre at Tidbinbilla.

 Quite a pale wombat, this one!  Some are nearly white, we once saw an ebony black wombat strolling along the road in front of us in a national park, and there are all shades of greys and browns too.  Their colour seems to depend on where they live.

This quite amazing critter is a leaf insect, a staff member very bravely offered to sit one (they had several in a glass terrarium) on her arm so it could be photographed.  She said that although it has tiny claws on its feet it doesn't hurt, but it does tickle.

She was braver than I was.  I don't do insects.

We've had a foretaste of winter this week, and it hasn't been good.  However our cold winds and low temperatures have been nothing compared to storms and floods suffered along the coast, they also had hail and damage from strong winds, many homes destroyed by falling trees, some homes washed completely away in flooded creeks and rivers, and sadly several people drowned in the unexpected floods.  Mother Nature can be benign, and she can also be very cruel; my heart goes out to everyone affected.  We have started getting out our winter woollies because they have certainly been needed, and the jumper (sweater) that I was knitting before we went away is now in the process of being sewn together so I can have a nice new cosy woolly for the colder weather to come.

"Carriage dress.
The material for a dress for a drive through the public streets of a city, or along a fashionable drive or park, cannot be too rich.  Silks, velvets and laces, are all appropriate, with rich jewellery and costly furs in cold weather.  If the fashion require it, the carriage dress may be long enough to trail, or it may be of the length of a walking dress, which many prefer.  For driving in the country, a different style of dress is required, as the dust and mud would soil rich material."

Does this mean that anyone lucky enough to possess 'rich jewellery' can trot it out in cold weather?  I have a few pretty pieces of real jewellery, some are even antiques......one is a gold bangle that belonged to my maternal grandmother, she is wearing it in a photograph taken in 1924......and I love wearing them, although I would have said some were more suited to lighter summer fashions than dark heavy winter clothing.

I do not, however, own any furs, costly or otherwise, because our climate isn't cold enough to need them.

Enjoy your days!

We're back......again!

We had a fun time on our holiday, Euan The Wonder Kid is growing - four months old today but not yet walking and taking, as we expected (obviously our expectations are a wee bit high) - all our family and friends in Canberra are well, and the folk festival was great.

First up, Euan The Wonder Kid looking serious while relaxing on his father's lap a week ago:

 Talk about living the life of Riley.  He's not fading away, is he?

A couple of days earlier we went for a Nice Sunday Drive on a Friday, and stopped here:

 Not to camp, but we had a look around and took a few photos.  Although you can't quite see it, the Murrumbidgee River is behind those trees.

Then we drove to Tidbinbilla......

 ......where we admired this beautiful eucalyptus tree, had to stand a long way back to get it all in because it was tall and wide......

 .......and when I turned around, we could see across the car park for a very very long way.

The countryside around Canberra is really lovely, so Australian, and can get quite cold; it snowed on some far-away hills while we were there, we could see it on the mountain tops in the distance.  No wonder it was slightly chilly for a few days!

As usual the folk festival was wonderful, spending time catching up with friends not seen since the last festival and seeing a few performances.  I had more artists marked in my program that I missed seeing because of time spent with aforementioned friends, and because I had a fabulous time playing music and singing......'my' festival is more about participating that watching, about making my own good times rather than watching other people make theirs.  A couple of souvenirs came home with me, a new hat in a gorgeous shade of emerald green to keep the sun off my face (because I burn fairly easily) and......a new baritone ukulele, the big sister of the tenor uke bought at the festival two years ago!!  I had no intention of buying a new uke, but on the first day went into the instrument makers' display to say hello to Doug who made my tenor uke and mentioned that I had been wondering about playing a baritone uke, whereupon his partner Dale handed one to me saying "here you are, Jennifer, it has your name on it"......I played a few chords......thought "geez, Dale, you shouldn't have done that" because it was so good to play and sounded so amazing......and I bought it.  A baritone uke is strung like the top four strings of a guitar, and I can play guitar, so this is easy to learn.

If only I could play a uke in each hand at the same time I would be one of the happiest women in the entire universe, because deciding which uke to play at any time is a Big Decision.  Uke class starts up again this week, so I shall be a show-off and walk in with two instruments.

Euan's quilt was handed over and duly admired, when he is older he can use it to play "I spy", and count how many dogs, and how many cats and penguins and butterflies and other creatures, and learn his colours, because it has every colour of the rainbow in it and a few others too.  Now comes the decision - what to work on next?  First up is to clean the machine, it's probably full of lint after all that quilting, then I can play with fabric again.

"Introducing yourself.
If, on entering a drawing-room to pay a visit, you are not recognized, mention your name immediately.  If you know but one member of the family and you find others only in the room, introduce yourself to them.  Unless this is done, much awkwardness may be occasioned."

Does this also apply, one wonders, when one joins in a music session - as happened at the folk festival?  I did know one person in the session and he knew me, we (two guitars, two mandolins and two ukes) had a great time playing together until well after 2am.  I never did learn the names of the other players.....but it didn't stop us from enjoying ourselves.

Enjoy your days!