Bloomsbury, elephants and ice cream


Choice is a good thing, they say, and I agree. But then, they also say it’s possible to have too much of a good thing, and I think there are times when there might be something in this. Unless we’re talking about love, compassion, understanding… little things like that. Or ice cream. You can NEVER have too much ice cream, even in January, outside, when it’s raining. And who the heck are ‘they’, anyway? Continue reading

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Knitted paper chain

You’re right, of course. This is very possibly my most does-what-it-says-on-the-tin post title to date. What can I say? I’m a wee bit tired. So while I attempt to muster some narrative energy, take a look at this:

Christmas? Get knitted!

Christmas? Get knitted!

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Hats for cats!

Bet you wondered where I’d disappeared to, didn’t you? Well, I’m not surprised. I was starting to wonder exactly that myself… Unbelievably, it’s been more or less two whole months since my last confession post. In the circumstances, the fact that I actually remembered my password to get in and write this is a minor miracle. So I guess I now need to make it worthwhile. How’s this for a start?

Don't try this at home. These hats are heavy!

Don’t try this at home. These hats are heavy!

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Charity chapeaux

Just as I was embarking on my little crafting haitus – having found myself, though I hate to admit it, a teeny bit crafted out and, more to the point, in grave need of a holiday generally – I was asked if there was anything I could do to help prepare for a local charity’s Christmas Fair. I really am very tired indeed at the moment, and so I confess that my heart did sink slightly at this point. But then, this wasn’t just any local charity, this was North London’s Animal Aid & Advice – the charity through which we found the Feline Detectives. Plus McCready and Gilmour – the aforementioned sneaky sleuths – were about to celebrate their second birthday. Plus I’m really, really bad at saying no. So I went online and ordered myself some yarn:

Four of the seven colours I went for: Dusty Turquoise, Beet, Italian Plum and Charcoal. Looking rather lighter and brighter here than they do in real life.

Four of the seven colours I went for: Dusty Turquoise, Beet, Italian Plum and Charcoal. Looking rather lighter and brighter here than they do in real life.

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Clever casting off

Well, now I’m impressed. Seriously impressed. And a teeny bit pleased with myself, too. As those of you who’ve been following me so kindly for a while will know, I’m no experienced knitter. I don’t knit very fancy things, although most of what I’ve attempted so far has turned out rather splendidly (she says, conveniently overlooking the temporarily-suspended lacy knitted jumper fiasco). I also tend to aim high. I’m frequently quite hard on myself. Oh, and I sometimes bite off more than I can chew. Not always a great combination, I freely admit.

And so to my current knitted rabbit project:

Before you get excited and acquire the erroneous extremity of the twiglet, I didn't draw this. It's a photo of the packet.

Before you get excited and acquire the erroneous extremity of the twiglet, I didn’t draw this. It’s a photo of the packet.

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A crafty year!

Would you believe me if I told you that it has taken me an entire year to realise that I can make the photos in my posts bigger? Yes. Read it and weep uncontrollably, for it is sadly so. Worse, I have even reflected, from time to time, on what a shame it is that the photos are so small. In the words of the immortal Bart: doh! Continue reading