Craft camp

so this weekend just passed saw me leaving on a jet plane to Melbourne. No thanks to a multi-national sending me somewhere lush for free but to my annual sojourn to sewjourn where I get in touch with my uselessness on a sewing machine and general absence of creative process while surrounded by outrageously crafty and creative ladies. Luckily I can pretty much eat and drink them all under the table so there is that to stop me feeling like a complete incompetent.

It was a smaller tribe this year than last and I must say, a quieter more industrious crew.

I got completely side-swiped by the red ninja which was a bit of a downer to say the least. I mean, WHAT.THE.FUCK. ovaries, I was totally prepared for your monthly tantrum this week not Saturday morning. BITCH.

Fortuitously I had resumed my homicide-reduction pill taking therefore didn’t stab anyone but it did explain the fillet-of-fish binge eating I embarked on last week.

You’d think after having my period for TWENTY SEVEN YEARS I’d be a bit more clued in to what the hell was going on but barely a month goes by where its arrival doesn’t cause me to go ‘what? ALREADY?’

So there as that.

I have basically been having a pity party to end all pity parties these last two days. I have one parent miffed at me for forgetting their birthday and the other one clearly unhappy with me for what I suspect is me not paying them enough attention.

Then there is my monthly slide into morbid self-doubt, depreciation and general feeling of imminent doom. Cheery!

But fear not, I am on the improve. Some baking has been had, friends are coming over tomorrow and the world still turns. I dramatically edited my twitter feed, and have gone through all the photos on my iPhone. Granted that time would have been better spent cleaning up the cesspit that is our home but at least cleaning up these two things means they will stay clean. For a while at least.



Pictures are of progress I made on making a quilt for Oscar.



Show and tell

So while there are all manner of things going on in my life I can not control I decided to wrestle back some piece of mind by dealing with two projects that had been sitting and staring at me for months. Behold:

Niamh’s quilt:

Kill – I promise I will post it next week.

Grover’s quilt:

He adores it and keeps wanting me to FIXIT! on his bed so there are no bumps. I think it looks fantastic but do not look closely at the binding attachment. I was so over it by then even I was astounded at my dodgy work.

A face washer:

I used to rib PeaSoup Suse something chronic about her crocheted face washers (face cloths to some) – but she and many MANY other crafty types kept saying to me, have you used one? Once you use one you will never ever go back to using one made of towelling.

And you know what? They’re totally right. There’s something about them – that they’re soft but textured, that they feel beautiful against your skin, that there is something so fulfilling about using something daily that you made – that is quietly addictive.

The one above is made with Pakucho Organic Cotton and the difference between ones made with this compared to ones made with other, still high quality but different cotton yarn, is remarkable. I know there are technical reasons for this but attempting to explain that with my limited yarn knowledge would both be confusing to you, embarrassing to me and insufferable to yarn nerds. So I’ll spare you all the details.

So you see, good comes from difficult times. There’s also been some baking. AND I went for a run today.