Stuffs
Oh dear - I see that I have not posted here, or indeed done anything else at all, apart from sleep, for at least a fortnight. I have done an awful lot of sleeping* and feeling a bit wobbly, so maybe I'm sickening for something. At least the snow has gone, leaving everything a bit grubby and sordid, but with the feeling that at any moment daffodil shoots will appear through the dead leaves and squashed grass in the park. Or it might snow again, of course.
A certain amount of stuff did get done over this weekend. On Saturday, my second god-daughter came over for dinner and a crochet lesson, a clear case the blind leading the blind, especially since one of us is left-handed and the other isn't. She has a final-year fashion project to do this spring, and wants to do something involving lace and/or crochet, so I may be roped in to do some crochet/fake lace for her. On Sunday, the other g-d texted to say that she was in London for the afternoon, at a hen party, and did I want to meet up, but in the end we didn't, and I headed off to the birthday party that had been delayed two weeks by horrible weather. Lois, aka the young Caligula (although she has mellowed a bit with age), is a voracious reader, and so easy to buy for, so she got her first Terry Pratchett (The Wee Free Men) and a beautiful book, half pencil drawings and half text, but not a graphic novel, Invention of Hugo Cabret, that I've been dying to give as a present to someone so I could buy it and read it myself. I also gave her a bag of fabric bits to make into dance outfits for her enormous collection of stuffed toys.
Digging through my stockpile of fabrics for this selection revealed a lot of stuff I had forgotten I had, including a bag of indigo cottons from China, Japan and South Africa that will one day be a very elaborate quilt, another bag of kimono scraps, and a bag containing a dozen of the tie-dyed velvet scarves I used to sell years ago, which are going onto Folksy just as soon as I can get them photographed. Not to mention a monster pile of bits of velvet, satin, corduroy and ribbon.
*At one point, I woke at about half past two in the afternoon, and was ready to go back to sleep at ten in the evening.
A certain amount of stuff did get done over this weekend. On Saturday, my second god-daughter came over for dinner and a crochet lesson, a clear case the blind leading the blind, especially since one of us is left-handed and the other isn't. She has a final-year fashion project to do this spring, and wants to do something involving lace and/or crochet, so I may be roped in to do some crochet/fake lace for her. On Sunday, the other g-d texted to say that she was in London for the afternoon, at a hen party, and did I want to meet up, but in the end we didn't, and I headed off to the birthday party that had been delayed two weeks by horrible weather. Lois, aka the young Caligula (although she has mellowed a bit with age), is a voracious reader, and so easy to buy for, so she got her first Terry Pratchett (The Wee Free Men) and a beautiful book, half pencil drawings and half text, but not a graphic novel, Invention of Hugo Cabret, that I've been dying to give as a present to someone so I could buy it and read it myself. I also gave her a bag of fabric bits to make into dance outfits for her enormous collection of stuffed toys.
Digging through my stockpile of fabrics for this selection revealed a lot of stuff I had forgotten I had, including a bag of indigo cottons from China, Japan and South Africa that will one day be a very elaborate quilt, another bag of kimono scraps, and a bag containing a dozen of the tie-dyed velvet scarves I used to sell years ago, which are going onto Folksy just as soon as I can get them photographed. Not to mention a monster pile of bits of velvet, satin, corduroy and ribbon.
*At one point, I woke at about half past two in the afternoon, and was ready to go back to sleep at ten in the evening.