Colin the Robin and the brush with death

We honestly did think, on the arrival of the Feline Detectives, that we’d cat-proofed the house. Ha ha ha. No. We hadn’t. Apart from plant-gate, where McCready got an upset tummy from chewing on what we have since discovered to be a plant best not consumed by felines and which resulted in the removal of all such foliage from the joint (as in domicile, not weed), both McCready and Gilmour are prone, let’s say, to collecting things. With McCready, it seems mainly to be yarn, usually my more expensive stuff (mental note: must hide yarn); Gilmour is a bit more eclectic in his selection and even the plug from the bath has been found amongst his stash of toy mice. Yes, really.

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Colin gets his wings and looks for love

Meet Colin!

Colin the Robin, wings and all.

Colin the Robin, wings and all.

Yes, Colin has finally got his wings, though whether or not he’ll turn out to be an angel remains to be seen. There’s something about that red breast of his that makes me think he might be a bit of a monkey… Continue reading

Colin gets cuter

It’s funny how time vanishes when you’re tired, ploughing through an apparently endless list of jobs (even if they ARE little and essentially pretty unimportant) and spending a sizeable portion of the weekend on your day job to boot. Suddenly, the hands start spinning, the hours zoom past faster than a rat up a drainpipe and, before you know it, it’s almost Sunday-evening-telly o’clock. Goodness me.

On the plus side (as there is a plus side and, in fact, almost always is, even if it can be infuriatingly hard to detect on occasion), Colin is starting to develop a bit of character. Who is Colin? Ah, well. Continue reading

A strange-looking bird…

Well… Here I am, finally writing a new post after a little hiatus… and it feels good. It’s been a funny old start to the new year, what with making the transition to freelance life. I’m working hard to keep my focus on the moment with some – albeit limited – success. Try as I might, the worries keep finding their way in and I’m starting to suspect my skull of ressembling a sieve underneath all the red hair. I can only conclude that I’m not sufficiently distracted, so I hereby resolve to get back on the crafty bike and peddle furiously!

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Rockin’ Robin

I just couldn’t resist this little project (ok, I didn’t try very hard, it has to be said). It IS nearly Christmas (how? how? where did the year go?) after all. And what is more Christmassy than a friendly little robin or two? OK, I know, I know: Father Christmas, Christmas trees, stockings, presents, crackers. The list almost certainly goes on, endlessly and, in all probability, expensively. But robins are right up there with the rest of them, dammit, and they’re essentially free (unless you’re blowing your entire annual salary on fat balls, of course – which would make you lovely, but also a little mad). 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