piecing the babies

rotary cutter

watching the sunrise

four rectangles

Hmmm … dragged an hour out of my day today to play with my gumnut babies … look at these darling little squishy bottoms!  Oh I do love babies’ bottoms :-)

Am quite pleased with the layout I have come up with.

However … simply MUST iron the seams open … the folded seams on these blocks turned into such immense speed bumps my sewing machine had trouble driving over them.  To say nothing of the difficulty I had in lining up the points.

Perhaps there’ll be an hour tomorrow for more play.  Before or after I finish that essay on community based aged care in Australia?  Mmmmm …. I suppose it should be after.  I’ll just write super quick.

Yes … gumnut baby bottoms, coloured triangles, and open seams.  That sounds like just the ticket for a lovely hour, don’t you think?

What are you going to squish into your lovely hour tomorrow? :-)

abby’s owls

at her desk

See!  It’s not a dreary colour at all, but instead, a lovely celery green.  And such deliciously smooshy yarn too – almost slightly felted.  It’s a chunky (12 ply) Cleckheaton that is no longer made – found, of course, in the bargain basement of Wondoflex for a mere $2.50 a ball.  Best value pure wool sweater I’ve ever knitted.

from the back

spinning round

against the grafitti

It’s a little looser than Kate recommends – she suggests a negative ease.  But Abby’s not the sort for suction tight so requested a few sizes bigger than she measured.  She also wants to be able to wear it over things.

reading her book

Who would have thought, just four days after the hottest March days ever, it was cold enough to wear a chunky weight jumper to the beach – she was the only one of us who was warm enough!  What silly weather.  In fact, she wanted to wear it the night before on a family outing to the movies (my goodness, have you been to the movies lately – $75 for a family of four here in Melbourne – almost spat my teeth out) but alas, I had not grafted the armholes.  Bummer!  You can bet I grafted those armholes lickety split come Sunday morning.

She says she loves it – WITHOUT owl eyes – I think she does.  And that is why mamas knit.



~ loveliness found ~ 11/52

if you would like to share your ~loveliness found~ moments from this week
… & I would so love it if you did …
please leave them in the comments or share a link to your place!

prettiness of seams

little bit of stitching

~ making some time to put one little square of fabric with another
& finding just as much prettiness in the finished piece’s
thickly layered seams as the richly pieced front ~

clouds that hsve been piped into place

~ marvelling over clouds that look as if they’ve been made of
a good, stiff icing & then piped into place ~


~ allowing the peace of knitting to soothe my frazzled nerves ~

abbys new craft project

~ full of awe and admiration for Abby’s latest crafty experiments
this time, iron on paper transfers ~

boxes of photos

family photos

 ~ so grateful for my lovely, lovely Julian who has spent the best part
of his weekend scanning in hundreds of my funny old family photos
providing me with heaps of giggles and lovely moments of “ohhhh ...” ~

abby restaurant

bento box

~ after twelve days of everything Australian, we celebrate the end of a lovely
homestay experience with a little bit of local Japanese ~

casting on second sleeve

car knitting
~ making the most of long drives in the car, very much needed airconditioning
& obliging/long suffering daughters  ~

cosy inside pouring rain outside

~ giving thanks for an afternoon of good drenching rain,
whilst enjoying the warmly lit cosiness of inside ~

swedish folkart

~ relishing the creativity shared in this bloggy community
Kate’s new/vintage Swedish folk art book …
& dreaming of ways to interpret such quirkiness ~

leftovers for breakfast


~ the feathered girls swoon over homemade pesto pasta for breakfast,
& I almost cry with relief/joy that they have recovered
enough of their oomph to lay an egg ~

lost thongs

~ putting a pair of abandoned/lost thongs to good use
on a late evening, soft, grey beach wander ~

battling the red queen

Winston had his black dog.  I have my red queen.  Melodramatic I know.  But Kim, you hit the nail on the head yesterday when you commented on hormones.  Part of me truly hates to say this … I feel as if I am playing into every patronising, patriarchal notion of the hysteria of women … but, before the tangible arrival of the red queen each month, she sneaks up on me with poisoned sceptre and my spirits plunge from really cheerful and energetic to horribly glum and slothful.  And, as I age, I’ve noticed the pitch becoming ever more obvious.

When I feel the sadness descend, at first, it feels as if life is grinding to a halt.  Everything around me seems difficult, I become so focussed on what’s inside my head rather than the everyday loveliness and normality of what’s around me.  Then I remember to remind myself, no.  This is just my period about to arrive.  This feeling will last a day or two (hopefully not three), and then I will bounce back and everything will be perfectly doable again.  And it is.

I’ve even come to the realisation that I have to share with Julian and Abby.  They are so sweet – they smile sympathetically, nod knowingly.  It’s a secure feeling, knowing that they know.  And I don’t just fall down into a heap.  Instead, I plough on with everyday things.  Waiting for it to pass.  So that’s what I’ve been doing the last few days.  I’ve MADE myself cook dinner.  MADE myself make the bed.  MADE myself vacuum.  These things don’t banish the red queen, but they give me a small feeling of competence and control.

Yesterday morning, I started at Ceres – and it was sooooo good.  I spent a lovely morning in the autumn sun, harvesting the last of the little tomatoes, making up plumply fragrant bunches of basil for the market, pulling out the spent cucumber plants and chopping up the remaining, battered cucumbers for the chickens.  It was very therapeutic with so much to learn, the people lovely, and I’m looking forward to next week.

dutch cream potsbasil

When I could feel myself becoming VERY frazzled, yesterday afternoon, I slipped out into our back garden with some handquilting.  Letting the needle slide in and out, and in and out.  Feeling the lovely cool breeze of the much longed for change wash over me.

yarn and scissors

made some linesedges


Listening to the increasingly crunchy leaves rustle.  Noticing our little feathered girls regaining some of their confidence and feathers, as they chatter and bustle about, delighted with their succulent, seedy cucumbers.

bits of brown

cucumberswahts this

nogs funny feathers

Last night, I finished one book – Sally Vicker’s new novel “The Cleaner of Chartres” which I loved – Agnes is such an endearing character and the setting is beautiful.  And had a long, warm, sweetly scented bath with a new book – Beth Gutcheon’s “More Than You Know” – utterly different time and place and story, but certainly intriguing thus far.

Do you find your hormones wreaking havoc on your emotional state?  What does it feel like for you? What helps you move through these times?  Do you hate admitting it!?