In the dim and distant days of my childhood, when readymeals were new-fangled Americanisms and you had to wait for the television to warm up before watching it, there was a song played by Terry Wogan with monotonous regularity that went something like this “Work your fingers to the bone, what do you get? Bony Fingers!”
I’ve woken up with this in my head this morning and I’m sure it has to do with the fact that I’m currently sewing a set of patio suite covers for a client which are going fine but I’m hating. It’s not really my bag.
I have a gorgeous bed runner I’m currently working on in Deb Strain’s Spa using a Missouri Star big star technique. My hands, my fingers, are itching to get back into it but I have to finish this set of covers by the weekend.
I also have 3 layer cakes in Harvest Moon sitting waiting to be turned into a “Hannah & Richard quilt” – this is to go with “Hannah’s quilt” that she already has but is for a single bed. Hannah is moving to Bristol tomorrow and I hope that they will both be very, very happy. He is a lovely man and makes her happy.
You would think that I would just get on with the blasted set of covers but it’s a bit like going back to the woven mat I had to do in needlework at school. I wasn’t allowed to move on to the next thing until I had finished it but I hated it – it took me 9 months to finish in the end, it was a double sided six inch circular mat of woven wool and it took me a whole school year to finish. I really can go slow with things when I don’t like them. Bleugh.
I started this post way back at the end of August but about half way through discussing how Autumnal it felt for the end of August, WordPress ate my words and refused to spit them back out. It has taken me nearly a month to come back and finish what I started.
In news, I have been having a sort of artisan birth – I would say rebirth but my craft efforts up to now have been more cack-handed than hand crafted; perhaps all this time on my hands has done me some good. I thought about using my creative side to make food for a living but a certain number of errant cats, dog and poorly husband mean it is not a practical solution unless I have separate premises which will never happen; crafting things uses almost the same (metaphorical) muscles but is not health inspected (as far as I’m aware!!)
So that is what I’m doing, along with the Phoenix stuff. I received a lovely commission for a special set of notelets and I hope the lady will be delighted, they are not quite finished but I already am delighted – just waiting for the box to arrive but the label is done and dusted (ever so slightly with gold embossing powder – it sounds gopping but really isn’t). Pics will follow. She has also kindly asked to buy one of these, below:
Infact she almost bit my hand off. I do hope she is pleased. My craftiness has seen me teach myself to crochet, largely inspired by the fantastic work of Lucy over at Attic 24. My efforts are not quite to her standard yet but perhaps one day, I will make something other than a bile yellow face cloth – yay me. Pictures may follow but only once I have got beyond the dishcloth stage.
Knitting and sewing continue as usual although I have actually finished more things than usual which is a good thing.
In other news Arty Daughter has made the trek to Bath to take up her place on the Fine Art degree and Surrealo son has been appearing in the vicinity of Nick Clegg’s left elbow (there must be some freudian meaning there).
In really other news I have started tweeting, not very well, and have made some twitter friends with blogs. Hello to Weekly Bakeoff and Holly. I really do bake; the evidence is somewhere down below. The German Apple Cake I will try to find a recipe for and post here.