"Let's think the unthinkable, let's do the undoable, let's prepare to grapple with the ineffable itself, and see if we may not eff it after all" Douglas Adams

Thursday 21 October 2010

Anger

Anger doesn’t motivate me or feed my soul
I think that when I’m angry I probably look ugly
Angry people aren’t nice to be around; they zap you with their prickles
I don’t enjoy being angry, it takes effort and commitment, and I usually can’t be bothered

I’ve been a ball of angry prickles for more than 12 hours now
Ever since Andrew rang me to say we’d been burgled

The burglars were quite thoughtful
They didn’t make a mess, or disturb anything
They didn’t take anything that had sentimental value
In fact they only took the Telly, stereo, DVD player and computer
It’s just stuff
And yet I’m still angry at them


I wonder if they think that what they did, coming into our home uninvited and helping themselves to things that we’d worked hard for, was okay because they were polite about it?


I want to slap their stupid face!!

Sunday 17 October 2010

Cape Cod Cushions & Granny Squares

Last summer a lovely uncle made me a fab Cape Cod chair.  I managed to get it painted a nice bright blue before winter started and I bought some naked cushions for it. 

The clothing of the cushions meant the sewing machine again... and once again it was trial, error and procrastination over the many winter months.  Today I had an 'ah ha' moment.  "The cushions are going to be used outside so they don't have to be perfect!"

Voila! 2 messy patchwork cushion covers were created!


And in crocheting crafts this week...  behold the granny square made in to a tea pot cosy, the ultimate in kitsch :-)

Saturday 9 October 2010

Hooks Are Hot

I've got loads of projects on at the moment, Christmas pressies and that sort of thing (some of them for people who may or may not read the blog so I'm not telling what I'm making ;-) )

I recently bought some lovely bright red NZ lambswool from my new favourite yarn store in the Hawkes Bay. I wanted to make something for myself and it had to be something that would be quickish to make, otherwise it would end up in the cupboard with other half finished 'things for me'.  

It started off as a kind of 70's vest/long waistcoat and because I'm so crap at following patterns it's morphed into a mini poncho (after about 5 attempts to make something that a) fits and b) I'd wear out in public). 
  
I think it'll be fab at work in the air conditioning, not too warm, just enough to keep the chill off.


The competition at Pollock is a bit of a creative fizzer.  The theme is Lifeforms, Andrew thinks it should be something clever and eye catching. I wanted to do a flying saucer mobile with little green men and he thought it was a bit obvious.  So apart from sending George the Dalek along, I've come to a standstill in that particular creative process.  The next one they are having is the Family, that might be an easier theme, though I am open to any thoughts.... :-)

Monday 4 October 2010

Sport - A four letter word with an extra letter

New Zealand is a ‘rugby nation’
All rugby players are demi-gods
We have heroes for soccer, car racing, golf, hockey, cricket, netball, softball, basketball, lawn bowls, surfing, skiing, cycling, and any other pastime that is called sport.

I don’t like sport
I don’t enjoy playing it, I'm not competitive enough
I don’t enjoy watching it, I was a rugby widow which means I've watched enough to last a life time
I do my best to avoid it on the telly, like most reality TV :-)

Except…

Just yesterday in New Delhi, the 2010 Commonwealth Games started!
71 countries and over 6000 athletes have all got together and that means track and field!

I love track and field, all that running and jumping and throwing, it makes me want to run around the car park and hurdle fences

In the spirit of spring I’ve joined a 10000 steps a day challenge through work and am now attached at the hip to my pedometer.

Will it keep up with me when I’m pretending to be John Walker, Peter Snell, Murray Halberg or Lorraine Moller?

Since I run around the car park and hurdle fences in my head, watching the real athletes in awe whilst lying on the couch with my crochet hook, the real question is will I ever get to 10000 steps in a day!