Tick tick tick ....
A few months ago my niece gave us all the lovely news she was expecting in September, due on my Dad's birthday.
After much thinking about what to give as a gift, I finally decided on a bunny rug. Traditional baby garments were not practical and babies grow so rapidly. While it might be fun to do some booties, a bunny rug seemed more like a gift that could be used for a few years. I found some soft white cotton yarn, and a suitable pattern for crocheting. As she lives in the far north of Queensland, I decided that cotton would be the best yarn to use. It took a while to locate a suitable pattern - nothing too lacy for tiny fingers to catch in, and suitable for using like a blanket. Now it has come to crunch time. I have done three whole rows so far and it's time to just get going with my crochet hook!
The poor bunny rug has neglected so I could finish another cardigan and is compteting for attention with two other tunic jumpers that are demanding to be made. Right now! It's so cold that it's easy to convince myself there is plenty of time left but there is a small part of me that keeps saying there isn't.
Now it's a cold, gray Melbourne day, and it's time to get cracking! I'm going in.....
Time passes
Time sure passes quickly or so it seems these days.
On the good side, I've got a lot of knitting done and my health and fitness is moving more and more into the good path that I'm aiming for. On the bad side, my darling man has had a severe health scare and now there are a few months of recuparation and remaining positive.
It makes one really appreciate life more when things like this happen.
Once the initial fear and fright and panic subside and one realises it is not the end, the simple improvements and happy things take on such a brightness that one has to take and live for. That and being thankful that we get another chance.
One day I'll figure out life I guess.
The winter that was ...
I can't believe it has been several months since I was last able to do a post.
I guess two doses of flu does affect life a little, and knocked me around pretty badly for over two months, closer to three.
Finally I am well and was just feeling good and then the clocks changed. For some unfathomable reason, the clocks go forward one hour and my body goes back one hour. So now I wake at 4, not 5, I'm starving by 11 am, and bedtime strikes about 7 pm. It will even out soon I hope. And as it is now past that, my post writing time is already gone.
More again one day soon!
Turquoise or not to Turquoise...
I'm so tired from coughing and snuffling. It's been about 2 weeks since some kind person coughed all over me on a train and gave me this bug. Hopefully there will be a lot of antibodies growing inside me to get me through the rest of winter, even if winter has not technically started.
I'm still home on sick leave and the last two days I've actually been able to pull my knitting, the back of my gray cardigan, off the coffee table. I need to do another 8 rows then can cast off the shoulders and neck.
That leaves sewing it together and knitting the last half of the band up the buttonhole side. I'm hoping I might get this done this weekend, and then the big decision! What to pick up next.
I only have about 10 other ideas started, and I'm torn between a lovely turquoise lacy tunic style, or an aurbergine in a wide wide rib with a zig zag bobble edging on the hemlines and a funnel neck.
Perhaps I should do the cream lace and cable tunic while I decide?
Chicken Soup
I've got a pot of soup on cooking. Very basic. Some vegetable stock, a carrot, onion, potato, celery, corn, and beans with two whole breasts poaching in the stock. When the chicken is cooked, I'll pull it out and let it cool for a few minutes then shred it up and serve the whole lot over some udon noodles.
There's something about chicken soup. It always makes me feel better, warmer, and calmer. I don't know why. It's not a dish I grew up with. Mum's soup was ham and pea made with dried peas and bacon bone stock and I hated it with a passion. It was always too salty and served boiling hot so there was a table of slurping siblings and parents to put up with as well. Even now I avoid any mention of pea and ham soup in all shapes and forms.
I've got to go back to work tomorrow after a lovely week off work resting and doing very little. I just do not want to go back. I like most of the people I work with but toxic management poisons each day. The only thing that gets me there are some of the lovely people I work with. And the daily commute, a good 90 minutes each way is starting to get to me. It means I'm gone from home by 6.30 and not home until 7 and leaves very little time for myself once I am home. By the time I prepare food, do the washing and cleaning and tidying up, and try to fit 7 hours sleep a night, there is no time for fun. If I do go to the pictures or an evening at the theatre or try to have a life then the price is feeling even more exhausted for the next few days.
Anyway, enough grumbling. I am working on making this a year of change and my soup is going to help!
I went to see a show by the comedian Stephen K. Amos last Thursday night. It was nice not to have to wake at 5.45 the following morning, even though I was in bed by 11. It was a very funny show. He did swear a bit, but once the show started he dropped off a lot of the swearing and just got to being very very funny. I've got two more shows to go to this month, all tied in with the Melbourne Comedy Festival.
Later in the year I'm hoping more "cultural" shows might be on. Last year I saw the Merry Widow and I'm hoping for more like that.
Soup is ready !!
There's something about chicken soup. It always makes me feel better, warmer, and calmer. I don't know why. It's not a dish I grew up with. Mum's soup was ham and pea made with dried peas and bacon bone stock and I hated it with a passion. It was always too salty and served boiling hot so there was a table of slurping siblings and parents to put up with as well. Even now I avoid any mention of pea and ham soup in all shapes and forms.
I've got to go back to work tomorrow after a lovely week off work resting and doing very little. I just do not want to go back. I like most of the people I work with but toxic management poisons each day. The only thing that gets me there are some of the lovely people I work with. And the daily commute, a good 90 minutes each way is starting to get to me. It means I'm gone from home by 6.30 and not home until 7 and leaves very little time for myself once I am home. By the time I prepare food, do the washing and cleaning and tidying up, and try to fit 7 hours sleep a night, there is no time for fun. If I do go to the pictures or an evening at the theatre or try to have a life then the price is feeling even more exhausted for the next few days.
Anyway, enough grumbling. I am working on making this a year of change and my soup is going to help!
I went to see a show by the comedian Stephen K. Amos last Thursday night. It was nice not to have to wake at 5.45 the following morning, even though I was in bed by 11. It was a very funny show. He did swear a bit, but once the show started he dropped off a lot of the swearing and just got to being very very funny. I've got two more shows to go to this month, all tied in with the Melbourne Comedy Festival.
Later in the year I'm hoping more "cultural" shows might be on. Last year I saw the Merry Widow and I'm hoping for more like that.
Soup is ready !!
Missing March...
Have been a bit busy lately, and the whole of March has slipped by into a sea of nothingness.
I'm hoping April will be more positive as I'm on holiday for a whole week as of tomorrow afternoon!
Perhaps then I might be able to do a sensible post which my brain denies me at the moment...
Easter is upon us!
I'm hoping April will be more positive as I'm on holiday for a whole week as of tomorrow afternoon!
Perhaps then I might be able to do a sensible post which my brain denies me at the moment...
Easter is upon us!
Miss Phryne Fisher
I am so excited, I can't wait for Friday night to arrive.
A long time ago, I discovered Kerry Greenwood and her refreshingly different books. Since then, I read most of her Phryne Fisher ones and absolutely adore her Corinna Chapman "talented baker and reluctant investigator" series.
And now the ABC had taken this Australian author's work and come 8.30pm Friday night, ABC1, the Miss Fisher Mysteries begin.
I did read in one article on her, that she invented the character, or rather the character revealed herself to her as she took the 112 tram down Brunswick St Fitzroy, a tram trip I take every working day!
The publicity looks inviting and I only hope it lives up to its promise of a few weeks of delight in the late 1920s Melbourne of Miss Phyrne Fisher.
A long time ago, I discovered Kerry Greenwood and her refreshingly different books. Since then, I read most of her Phryne Fisher ones and absolutely adore her Corinna Chapman "talented baker and reluctant investigator" series.
And now the ABC had taken this Australian author's work and come 8.30pm Friday night, ABC1, the Miss Fisher Mysteries begin.
I did read in one article on her, that she invented the character, or rather the character revealed herself to her as she took the 112 tram down Brunswick St Fitzroy, a tram trip I take every working day!
The publicity looks inviting and I only hope it lives up to its promise of a few weeks of delight in the late 1920s Melbourne of Miss Phyrne Fisher.
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