What do you get if you cross a sheep with a kangaroo?

Now, come on… Surely we all know the answer to that one? OK, just in case, here’s a clue…

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's...

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s…

No? Still not there? OK, so here’s a picture of me in my first ever hand-knitted WOOLLY JUMPER. Continue reading

A book amongst the many on a shelf…

So here’s the thing… I’m pooped this week. Absolutely cream crackered. So what better solution – assuming you’ll forgive me for it! – to the conflict between the urge to be creative and post on the one hand, and the almost entire lack of mental activity taking place within the tired confines of my aching skull on the other, than to sneak in a lazy one.

Actually, I’m excited – in a creamy crackeredy kind of a way Continue reading

When is a scarf not a scarf?

When it’s a humongous cover for a bolster cushion, naturally.

It all started in the late summer of 2012 when I developed terrible and apparently interminable back and neck pain. Goodness knows what triggered this. Suspects at the time – none of whom were then or have since been brought adequately to justice – included a poor understanding of what to do with my neck at yoga (I was then but a mere novice, squeaky in my shiny newness), my inexcusably poor posture while seated at my desk during office hours, and my inconvenient habit of sleeping on my front. Continue reading

Hang on to your hats!

As it turns out, what really got me back into crafty pursuits was my sister’s need for a woolly hat that didn’t make her look like she was about to go and work on an oil rig for the winter. (Actually, I’d already knitted a scarf – my first – by this time, but that’s another story.)

This was about 18 months ago now. I visited my sister at her home in Austria, where we searched for a headpiece that would do her feminine locks justice. Continue reading