>’T’is [ almost ] the Season …

>December will be upon us in just a few short hours, and it has been pointed out that I have not as yet given any evidence of the usual descent into Christmas Craziness a la Catsmum.

This is so extraordinary as to have occasioned alarm amongst the general populace – or at least those who know me well – so I thought that I’d better ‘splain quicksmart:

On the day that I began the prep for this year’s ‘Explosion at the North Pole‘ [ as someone who shall remain nameless described my house during the last festive season ] I only got as far as doing some pre-emptive dusting / polishing and putting out the Nativity sets when I received confirmation that workmen will be arriving next week [ I hope ] to install the new A/C. This will include the sawing of numerous holes in the plaster ceiling and …
Plaster dust over absolutely everything.

and I don’t even want to contemplate what hordes of blokes in workboots might do to all the strategically placed festiveness

hard as it is to believe, I’ll be waiting until they’ve gone and until I’ve cleaned up and by then who knows how close to Christmas it will be and how much decorating can be done.

However, if you are brave of heart, possessing nerves of steel and an iron constitution, you can check out last year’s effort here


>Now before anyone jumps to any conclusions …

>I actually thought rather long and hard about whether I was even going to show you a particular piece of this week’s knitting.
and not because it’s some hideous freakish failure for which I would be forever derided, laughed at and shunned by all right thinking individuals …
It’s just the colour
You see, it’s pink
very very pink
and very very small
and given that some of you are aware that I’m going to be a grandmother again in June, I could just see certain people jumping to all manner of conclusions

The article in question is, in point of fact, not for my grandbaby-to-be-who’s-sex-is-still-undetermined.

I just felt like trying out a variation on one of Jackie Kelly’s versatile and cute seamless baby kimonos [ link to specific pattern at the end of the post ] and here it is
ta da!

I added a garter neckband and front bands and it was fine, but I felt that I could’ve done with a smoother transition from the neck to the front bands:

so then I made another in cream [ which probably will be for the grandbaby ] and shaped the neckband a little differently and I’m happier with this iteration.

both versions were made in Sirdar Snuggly DK in the 3 month size, but the pink was on 4mm needles and the white on 4.5mm so it’s slightly bigger. I think that I actually prefer the slightly looser fabric of the larger one, but you can see that there’s not really a huge difference in size:

Either way it’s a very easy and enjoyable knit
Lots of plain stocking stitch [ or garter for that matter ] can be awfully boring to knit unless there’s clever shaping to keep you interested. This pattern has just that … very clever engineering, no seams, and the potential to play with endless variations.

You can find a free version of the 3 month size HERE
or you can download a paid version with multiple sizes from Jackie’s site.


>I’ve just spent over an hour lovingly crafting and polishing a post on the evolution of the crochet bag made to carry my darling daughter’s yoga mat to class. I’m sure you would’ve been amused … enthralled even.

the Internet ate it

so here’s your lot for today:

Panda Fuchsia [ cotton blend ]
4mm hook
no pattern

>and this is supposed to be Spring

>… The scorcher continues – although not quite at the revolting level of Wednesday

the last four days have ‘only‘ been around the 35C/95F mark

absolutely not fit weather for [wo]man nor beast

so the Weasleys spent the day asleep under a bush, but they emerged for long enough to make unflattering comments about Bear’s new short summer look

and here he is treating them with the utter disdain that such rudeness deserves

“Blast! How can you tease someone who ignores you ?”

[ well actually he didn’t say ‘blast’ but I can’t repeat what he did say because I don’t use fowl language ]

>It’s too darn hot

>It’s been one of ‘those’ weeks.
You know the kind where you have plenty of fodder for posts, lots of photos to share
and no time or inclination to craft a decent post.

It is quite possible that some of that lack of inclination may have something to do with the fact that the digital equivalent of mercury has been registering over 30C all week [ that’s mid 80s and above, Fahrenheit ] and right now it’s sitting on 40.1C
… and for you on the ‘heading into winter’ side of the planet, that translates as 104F
[ and I still don’t have functioning A/C ]

All of which makes me very glad that the date for Bear’s summer haircut had finally arrived.
There are a lot of good reasons to use a groomer … but in the bush in summer there are 2 main reasons when one owns a long haired dog.
The obvious one has to do with comfort in the heat … but the more important reason are the ever present grass seeds.
They are a huge problem and can work their way in between toes, inside ears and cause all manner of nasty results

So this was Bear at 11am and before he saw the lead and the car keys, put two and two together and hid under my bed.

is Bear at 1pmand yes I am sure that I got the right dog back !

and thanks to my blogging-friend Groomer Angie in Tennessee who gave me some really great tips on how to find the right dog groomer

>All the news that’s fit to …

>It seemed like a simple enough idea really – pop Rosie and Robbyn on their chains, lead them out the front and get them to act as lawn mowers on the grass … ahem … weeds … growing along the side of the carport and the driveway.
Normally this gets done through September/October/November, gradually moving further away from the house but, strange as it may seem, wrestling with a 90 kg / 200 pound critter was not on the list of approved post-operative activities so it had to wait until I felt up to it

that’s their normal paddock behind the fence

I wasn’t about to leave my caprine Houdinis unattended … not if I wanted to still have a rose garden when all this was finished [ a collar and chain mean very little to a truly determined goat ] so I settled down with a comfy chair, cuppa, Bear and the newspaper

“Whatcha doin’ Mum?”
Reading, huh ?