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>Nothing to blog about … but has that ever stopped me ?

>I miss blogging for all of two days and get multiple queries as to my status … and that strikes me as a very good thing.
It’s a very comfortable – and comforting – thought that people are watching out for me …
but there’s really no news today
no quilting, knitting, crochet or spinning has been happening [ because I’m procrastinating about the awful moment when I have to come to grips with unpicking the hand quilting on the current project, unbasting it, and changing the batting. Then rebasting and starting over again.]
There was a modicum of gardening, and a modest amount of goat wrangling
but basically I continued to do what I’ve been doing most of since January 1: namely a lot of reading.

**January:
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows – JK Rowling
The Lost Symbol – Dan Brown ( disappointing )
Loving Richard Feynman – Penny Tangey ( Young adult – okay except the weak ending )
From Dead to Worse – Charlaine Harris
Living Dead In Dallas – CH
Green Mill Murder – Kerry Greenwood
Blood and Circuses – KG
Ruddy Gore -KG
Urn Burial – KG
Raisins and Almonds – KG book 10
Death Before Wicket – KG
Away With the Fairies – KG
Murder In Montmartre – KG
Queen of the Flowers – KG
Murder In The Dark – KG
The Persian Pickle Club – Sandra Dallas
Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency РDouglas Adams
The Long Dark Teatime of the Soul – DA
Cocaine Blues – KG
Forbidden Fruit – KG book 20
Dead Until Dark – CH
Club Dead – CH
Skin Trade – Laurell K Hamilton
Seventh Son – Orson Scott Card
Red Prophet – OSC

and yes, I am a fairly fast [ some might say voracious ] reader. I’m also trying to get out of the habit of slouching in front of the idiot box till the wee small hours.
Well, at least when there’s no knitting, etc. in the offing :]
It’s not like there’s actually anything on worth watching most of the time [ although all bets are off once the Winter Olympics starts ]

It has also been pointed out that there have been no pictures of the dawg for a while, so, mainly for Glennie and Moggie, here’s a couple of totally gratuitous pics of his Beariness: one taken mid ’09,

and here’s his Lordship with the current [ half grown out ] summer haircut

>The Postcard Project revisited

>I’ve written before about the remarkable Elizabeth McClun

Here is a young and highly educated woman who knows that her time is very limited, and is not only facing that with great courage; she is determined to spend what is left to her in making the world a more joyful place for anyone … ANYONE … who makes the choice to contact her and to ask her for a postcard.
About a year ago, I made that choice … to ask Beth to write to David, rather than for myself, because he almost never gets mail.**
I certainly didn’t realise until his first card arrived, that it would be a mini work of art, filled with stamps and stickers to create a complex layer of images.

His cards are the last thing he sees at night and the first thing in the morning.


I’m not at all sure that he understands their significance, but I read each one to him as they arrive and he chooses which side will be displayed and precisely where it will be placed.

It makes me happy because it makes him happy

and then

not so long ago, a beautiful, ethereal postcard arrived

– made of special Japanese washi paper – and not for David but for me

it arrived at a time when I was feeling less than stellar

and then this week there were two more cards … one each … but these had been posted back in November and had gotten ‘lost’ at the post office along with several Christmas cards and some very overdue cards for my birthday. I suspect that they’d probably all been sitting in the wrong box [ maybe an unused one ] and had just been discovered and hastily shoved into the right one.
However it happened, now I have two reminders of Beth’s love, compassion and bravery … and David has three.

Go visit Beth
Read what she has to say.
and … ask for a postcard. I know some of you will hesitate
but don’t.
They say that you don’t get something for nothing in this world. That everything comes with strings attached.

The only ‘string’ attached to this, that I can see, is that perhaps you will make a connection with, and end up caring about, someone that you might otherwise not have met.

** The trickle-on effect:
After the first time that I wrote about Elizabeth’s Postcard project, lovely Tracy from Zimbabwe contacted me through Ravelry and then sent Dave a card to add to his ‘collection’. Thank you Tracy from both of us.

and just bye the bye – I used PSP – pretty ineptly – to ‘white-out’ my address, I haven’t actually taken to the postcards themselves with the Tip-ex [ just in case anyone was worried that I’d defaced them in the interests of internet privacy ]

>Anyone speak Norwegian ?

>The 30-somethingth annual Fryerstown Antique and Collectibles Fair is on again this coming Australia Day weekend, and a fair percentage of the stallholders are already open for a bit of ‘Early Bird’ action.
There is the usual mix of the genuine and the not-so-genuine, the overpriced tat and the occasional genuine bargain – all covered with a fine, fine layer of Fryerstown dust.

As usual, I set my budget [ and then added an extra $20 ‘running-away-from-home-money in the back pocket ‘just in case’ ]
As usual, I ended up spending every last cent of it.

It is entirely possible that there may have been a few purchases of ‘not at all antique’ blue-and-white china that just happened to match some already in my kitchen cupboards
but that was just bye the bye.
It is also entirely possible that there may have been a couple of things that were vaguely cat shaped.
Also completely bye the bye.

What I was really hunting for, and signally failing to find, were vintage Christmas postcards [ couldn’t seem to find vintage postcards of any sort really ]
until
I was almost ready to admit defeat and haul my hot, sunburned and weary carcass back to the car
and then there they were
on the penultimate stall – and under cover, with a handy chair and a fan – four shoe boxes of old postcards.
Most were only a dollar or two, and joy of joys:
a vast number of seasonal ones, mostly American, and none of them ones that I recognised … Woo! and, may I add, Hoo!

Somewhat predictably there followed about an hour of me sitting, and sorting, and culling, and counting, and calculating, and checking the contents of my purse to see if the amount of money left had somehow magically increased in the last ten minutes
… at the end of which my formerly quite modest collection of Christmas postcards had increased about threefold.

and yes there are a couple of ring-ins at the bottom

I shall have to come up with a new method of display for next Christmas.
Oh dear, now won’t THAT be a hardship?

All of which brings us to the explanation for the title of this post


This card is Norwegian and, thanks to the wonder that is Google, I know that the first bit says ” Happy New Year”

… anyone able to enlighten me about the rest : Med Frid Och Hop !

and the moral of this tale ?
It is NEVER too early to be thinking about Christmas !

>Finally! – as promised part deux

>Back in early November, I posted about the first of a pair of goth inspired gauntlets that I was designing/making for Nadie’s workplace Christmas ‘do’ which was to be held at Witches In Britches Theatre Restaurant
I didn’t ever post a photo of the finished pair – and of course there were several pointed requests to see Nadie all ‘gothed up’, so here she is:
Can you believe that she used to get teased at primary school about her luscious Angelina Joli lips ? Bet those mean little coots are all eating their words now !!

and the knitty stuff for those who care about such things:
Because the gauntlets are constructed lengthwise, working out the matching increase/decrease for the point attached to the finger loop – while simultaneously maintaining the eyelet pattern – was an interesting exercise.
The increase side was easy enough – the YO to make the lace pattern was done without a corresponding K2tog – but the decrease side was a totally different matter. Now I can’t remember whether I solved it by doing a YO,K3tog or whether it was k2tog, YO, k2tog. I’m inclined to think the latter and I’ll know for sure if I get a chance to have another look at the finished article up close and personal.

>Jackson Pollock eat your heart out

>I decided that Dave needed to spend a little less time in front of the tv today
and I had a long, thin pre-primed canvas that I had no immediate plans for.
So
I undercoated it in pale blue/grey and then turned David loose with the paints.
The colour choices were mine and I limited his palette to teal, white and copper.
I think he was humoring me as much as anything, but he obliged with a few swipes at the canvas and then got the giggles when I showed him how to make spatters by tapping the brush.
If we’d had a painting session on paper the result would probably be stuck on the fridge, or used as wrapping paper for the next outgoing birthday gift
but instead it is hanging in his bedroom and I think it looks pretty damn good

Isn’t it interesting how working on a proper stretched canvas immediately imparts … something … a weight … a validity … to the result ?