Introducing Elliot Casper...

Mr Elliot Casper R* has been delivered, both physically and metaphorically.  I believe his new owner was delighted, both with her colour choices and the outcome, which I think was pretty spiffy; small problem in that I got his eyes every so slightly out of alignment, but hey, there are no straight lines in nature!

So, here is Miss Nelly with Elliot Casper (and we had to have a secret ballot to determine his name) - I thought Felix and Gilbert were pretty spiffy but it became clear quite early that, true Sagittarian that she is, although she asked for opinions as to the name of this pooch, and quite a hilarious time was had flicking through the baby book, she had already made up her mind and was not going to be moved from Elliot, but she did compromise in the best Sagittarian fashion by allowing the unexpected introduction of a middle name.
   

Now all we have to do is make him a collar & he's done.  The nose, in case you're interested, was a 10-year-old's stroke of genius (no pun intended), it's made of flannelette, and is extremely touchable.


Also, yesterday I lent a neighbourly hand to My Best Friend (aka Mother of the Kidlets) who cracked a bone in her spine, get this, when she was in the wheely bin, tamping down the garden weeds.  The bin toppled over with her in it, and she landed on her back.  Lucky she wasn't crippled, if you ask me.  Anyway, much pushing of trolleys, nipping in and out of shops and consuming of lunch was done yesterday whilst the Kidlets had some fatherly interaction, and then I nipped home to check on the Weeding Wonder and her progress.  OMG.  The garden looks amazingly messy, but it's because all the Trad is now in piles throughout the garden, along with various other piles of things she's collected, which need to GO.  

After that, I made a pouch, based on this pattern, but which I have amended slightly to make it a bit easier - I do like the way she's cut the corners out before sewing up the seams, but if you want to vary the corner sizes, of course you need to do your calculating beforehand & it's not as accurate as the original method but it is probably quicker.  Probably.


Anyway, these are gifts, one for my lovely Ma, and the other for Tonee, who is coming to Bali with us, on Monday.  

And that's it for me, for now.  If I get a chance, Remaining Gentle Readers, I will post from Bali, but no promises.  I fully expect to be working on my tan *snort* and drinking G&T by the infinity-edged pool, rather than burning up the bloglines.  See you soon!


Ciao!

Woof!

He's here!

Delivery date is Friday.  I don't want to spoil the surprise in case the lucky owner happens to read this (unlikely, she's 10 & has no internet access on her PC) but I feel I should wait until he's been handed over before doing the big reveal.


Today, Remaining Gentle Readers, news from the West is good, with a positive outcome from the latest visit to Specialists, so I'm a bit happier.  Also, Mr Golightly & I are jetting off to Bali on Sunday, where we've never been, for some quality time with lovely Ma & Hank, and we're staying here, which should be amazing.  I intend to return with the tackiest souvenirs I can find, for distribution amongst family members and friends, so if you're one of those & you're reading this, watch out.


Today I will also go to the post office & post off the frogs I made for Alix & Claude's wedding, which was rather a long time ago now, but they're going to double as a birthday present for Alix, which I know is rather cheating, but hey, they're handmade, so all should be forgiven.  I'll include some nice smelly things too, to make up for it.


I'm also going to be knitting frantically to finish the scarf I'm making for my friend Gill, in Brighton; her birthday was in September but that kind of came & went - I was only knitting on the bus, but of course that's gone by-the-by now, so I'm busily inflicting tennis elbow on myself by knitting at night, during the lunch break, anytime really.  Ouch.


I also spotted this on Tuesday morning:

Rather gorgeous, with all the sun on him. Sadly the web didn't survive the arrival of the Weeding Lady, who used his home to shift all the weeds - she did an amazing job removing all the Trad (Tradescantia albiflora) [also known by a rather pejorative name which I won't repeat here] from the garden, and is coming back on Friday to do the same with the other weeds - I love having a garden, but I'm not a gardener.  It's a bit obvious, really, when you see the weeds! 

That's it for now.  I am going to get dressed & wash up, and then go & work on the Sydney Pies.  Yum!

Ciao!

Cassettes... want some?

Way, way back in the 1970's & 1980's, probably before most of you were born, Remaining Gentle Readers, I had a nice boyfriend (not Mr Golightly, I should add), who was a bit of a music buff (and still is, I should also add) (hereafter referred to as My First Boyfriend).  He was fanatical about his vinyl (I had to check how to spell that, would you believe?), and would often play a record only once, in order to do what we now call 'ripping', which in those days meant creating a cassette tape.  A 90 minute tape would usually do an Album (aka 'A record'), one side per.  

He made lots of cassettes, and of course as I was also a music fan (and still am), made me lots too.  This is well before the days when you could rip your music to a hard disk, store it indefinitely, play it back from your PC, your DVD player, your iPod, your iPad, your MP3 player, your phone... so a cassette player was needed.  Everybody had one in their cars, in their houses, we all had Walkman's when they came out, some people even had recording Walkman's.  Phew.  


In addition to the ones he made for me (which I'm sure was all highly illegal and probably still is), there's a bunch of tapes I bought myself, but never listen to anymore, even though we have a functioning cassette player.  So when I said the other day I had to nerd, what I was doing was trying to convert the files from Cassette to MP3, using this excellent tutorial from YouTube... but the sound quality was terrible.  

So, apart from the five or so pre-recorded ones I haven't been able to source replacements for via the Interweb, I've got a box full of recordings by My First Boyfriend that I can't bear to part with, and a couple of pre-recorded ones that are the same - I opened my Boz Scaggs 'Silk Degrees' tape today to find I had written '16th Birthday present from Dad, 20 December 1977' in it.  Couldn't throw that away, now could I?  The rest?  Toast.  Honestly, who wants 'em?  If you can think of anybody who does, let me know, the usual way.  I'm sure we can arrange something!

Sewing-wise, I'm making another pooch - this one is for Miss Nelly, after she helped me stuff the black & white one, I think she fancied one herself, so a green monster is being created - with these fabrics:

For the face:

Inside the ears, the green dots:

Hard to find a picture elsewhere on the net of this particular fabric, it seems not to have been as popular as the pink version, but I love it.

Body is a really nice turquoise, purple & olive-y green spot, ear fronts are a striking orange, blue & green diamond on a brown background. Underneath is green, featuring spots in red, blue, yellow, grey & green triangles, circles, rectangles & squares. All the shades of green are different and I love it! He's going to look fantastic!


Here's proof - this guy was made with a bunch of unrelated fabrics and he turned out alright!

OK. Gotta go now, Mr Golightly (aka The Provider of Bed and Board) will be home soon & I want to be knee deep in scrubbing something. Just in case he thinks I've done nothing else except blog all day! Ciao!

Eat your heart out, Tiny Tim

Well, Remaining Gentle Readers, I'm a bit bemused by the numbers of Gentle Readers popping in and out... 20, 21, 20... it's a bit difficult for poor little me, trying to keep track of who's in, who's out, who's up who & who's on top, as they say down here...


However, enough of that.  We popped down to Bowral yesterday, to check out the beautiful tulips, and it was the 50th anniversary of Tulip Time, so well worth seeing.

Magnificent!  Also, we found a new shop, whose name I will not mention here, where they were selling one, yes, one, Russian Doll softie, with a bell in it, stuffed with fibre-fill, for $21.00.  I need to put my prices up, honestly.


More later, gotta nerd now!  Ciao!

Well, stuff has happened

So, Remaining Gentle Readers, and welcome to newest Gentle Reader BlueLambb, who I believe some of you may know under another name, Miss Yvette #1 (oooh, hope that wasn't supposed to be a secret - you know what Benjamin Franklin said, "three people can keep a secret if two are dead"...)... I have given up work for some time.  There are other things happening in the world which I don't really want to discuss in detail here, but suffice it to say, time to be able to get on a plane and fly westwards as required became very important to me, and the New Day Job turned out to be an unmitigated disaster, so it wasn't a very hard decision to make.


I'm quite sure that the August Institution will cope admirably without me - Our esteemed IT leader got a $1.4 million dollar payrise, so I'm pretty sure they won't miss paying me for six months.  Part of the 'time off' deal was that I wouldn't have to go back to the New Day Job, so they've already advertised for my replacement.  Good luck with that.  They need somebody with the patience of Job, the psychic powers of Uri Geller and the constitution of a Draught horse.  You know me, Remaining Gentle Readers, I have none of those things. I can only make one section of the Sydney Pies quilt a day before I start looking for something more interesting to do, unsurprisingly I never predict the winners of the football, and I get a backache lifting the Vegemite out of the fridge.


 Yesterday, my first official day as part of the great unwashed, was spent... um... washing.  I whipped through it all quick smart, and it was a lovely warm day, so it was all dry by 5.00pm, so Mr Golightly was able to come home to a gourmet dinner of leftover pasta and Kentucky Fried Chicken (his choice!).  He often likes to indulge after a weekend of hard labour in the vineyard, and who am I to deny him that little pleasure?  


Speaking of washing, am I right in my understanding that some people in the US of A do not hang their clothes out to dry in the sun and wind, but instead insist that they must use clothes dryers?  I found this article on the net, and whilst I realise that the Colbert Report is satire, I was a bit worried that there was a germ of truth in this article - one of the previous owners of the house my friend Deb just bought was American - it had two (yep, two) tumble dryers, but no clothesline.  Somebody, please, tell me this is not true!!! 


We had a fabulous weekend in the Hunter, the kidlets had an excellent time with the dog, the dam, the pizza oven, the wineries... just kidding about the wineries.  


Some pics:

Oh yes, and I finally finished this cute little guy, for Kaz's niece Charlene:

The stuffing was done with help from the kidlets and the innards of a cushion, sacrificed for a good cause!  I believe Miss Nelly wants one for herself now, so I'm expecting a visit this week to carry out fabric selection.  Hope I've got enough... *snort*.


Ciao!

What a day...

Well, after all that, we didn't end up going.  Deb went to the Rugby on the Saturday night, and we went out to dinner with friends.  She rang me at 10.30am to say, in a very small voice, that she had just woken up, with a hangover, and did I mind very much if we didn't go?  Well, frankly, I didn't mind at all... 


I stayed at home & pottered... herewith:

and we found this in the garden today:

when we first bought this house, there was a hideous pink fibro shed in the backyard... when we demolished it, we moved a bunch of pots with 'things' in them from out the front - that was back in 2001, and this surprised us today - I have no idea if it's ever flowered before, it was just up the back by the fence, but the flowers are so beautiful that I had to bring it a bit closer to the house so I can see it:

I also made a pouch from a pattern from here, which is quite a nice shape:

those of you who know me will know that I would never choose anything quite so pink... mine is actually made from this:

and lined with this:

and I'm going to keep making them until I perfect the pattern - the instructions are a bit vague about how to stitch up the sides and keep the zip end covers looking even, but I'll get it right, never fear...

And then... next week is my last week in the new job - things are afoot, Remaining Gentle Readers, and I will keep you apprised.

Have a great week!  Ciao for now.

Scotland Island

Today, Remaining Gentle Readers, my friend Deb and I, her mother and the kidlets, are venturing out to Scotland Island for the Bi-Centennial Celebration of Existence (or something) - the official blurb says "Enjoy Scotland Island and offshore Pittwater's bicentenary celebration with a traditional fair day; displays, stalls, re-enactments, wandering minstrels and dusk lantern parade, and an exhibition "Postcards from Pittwater" of images than explore our history and sense of place and community."


Should be a blast - I'm taking the camera, of course, so there should be an abundance of photos of people eating, drinking, minstrelling, parading, stalling, re-enacting and whatever else they get up to over there - which includes an oft-repeated rumour of wife-swapping and general licentious living, but as we'll have the kidlets with us, there won't be any of that being done by us, unless a glass of wine qualifies.  



I won't be partaking of that because things are still not quite normal on the TMI front, but I made a flying visit to the Doc yesterday and she sacrificed a chicken, shook the rattle and beat the drums, then gave me more antibiotics.  Can't beat modern medicine.  




I also bought some lovely fabrics yesterday, to fill the small (non-existent) hole made by the creation of the nine birdies from last week, and now I'm looking for a home for quite a lot of dress-making fabric, and a box of yarn... oddments... is probably the best way to describe them.  Ah!  I have a friend who crochets!  Yvette #1, would you be interested?  Let me know, the usual way.  You might be lucky and get them at the same time as I finally hand over the lavender bags for your winning comment on the Sydney Pies.  





Progress on the Pies is... slow.  I was going to Pie today, but the lure of Sun, Minstrels and Good Company proved too strong - it's going to be too hot to venture out soon enough, so while it's just warm & sunny, I'm going to get some Vitamin D.  





Mr Golightly has made fantastic progress on the new shoe cupboard/bench/storage unit in the bedroom, but I'm not posting pictures until it's painted, which will be real soon now, I promise.




And that, Remaining Gentle Readers, is it for me, for now.  Provided I'm not off roistering with a minstrel, I will try & post some pictures from today's adventure, tonight.




Have a wonderful Sunday!