CraftyPeople

I've moved to....

2007-02-12T21:33:00.000Z

I've moved to www.craftypeople.wordpress.com

and for inside..safe from the snow

2007-02-09T08:09:00.001Z

Snow!

2007-02-08T10:36:00.000Z

Stash-busting progress

2007-02-07T08:21:00.000Z

Using this....

I've been making this....

with a largish hook I made 130 chain and started randomish stripes using dc (double crochet or single crochet if you are from the USA)

I'll keep going till I run out of yarn in these colours. It's a snuggly throw 'cos some of it is fluffy yarn. Just right for cuddling up with one or two others and watching a film on a rainy day.

DANGER stash-busting in progress

2007-01-30T20:47:00.000Z

Pics later

Thought for the day

2007-01-11T18:44:00.000Z

from Jan Struther, the author of "Mrs Miniver"

" HARD words will break no bones:
But more than bones are broken
By the inescapable stones
Of fond words left unspoken."

Having finished ASH of T in U (see previous posts) I needed to start something quickly so, like a drowning man, I grabbed the nearest object. I suspect that many of you carry out the same good work that I do, I rescue old green Virago books. And so it came to pass that as I was in desperate need , "Try Anything Twice" by Jan Struther lay in reach on a tbr pile on the hall table.

This book is a collection of writings that were published in various places including The New Statesman (where my 2nd son, Greg works), and Punch. If you feel like finding out more, then you can read the whole book online.

This is ideal "train reading" and so I am already halfway through and in very good humour. Who cares if the train is 5 minutes late, it just means that I can get properly started on the next piece and know I will be able to complete it by the time I'm feeding my monthly train pass through the ticket monster. Perhaps the train companies should dole out similar "in transit" books to keep us all smiling. Speaking of going to work by train, I love it most of the time. I have a group of friends that I made because we travel in the same direction at similar times. I even have a lunch date with one of them tomorrow. Mmm can't wait, we're off to Giuliano's in the Apple Market. Pumpkin ravioli here I come.

Good news / bad news ?

2007-01-10T07:27:00.000Z

The good news is:

Someone loves me enough to send me a book......

BUT the bad news is:
All that arrived was an empty envelope with a huge shark-bite out of it and no contents.

The even BADERER news, as one of my children used to say, is that when I popped down to my local sorting office at the crack of dawn this morning I was told that I would have to phone CUSTOMER SERVICES aaaaghhh!

I wonder if it was this edition?

Oh yes, forgot to tell you - I have finished "A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian". If you are in between books at the moment the I can highly recommend it for an entertaining but thought- provoking read.

Ploughing along at full speed now

2007-01-09T00:02:00.000Z

You will have to forgive me for not posting a pic or anything interesting but I have the final furrow of "A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian" in my sights now....

Aaahhhh!

2007-01-07T13:07:00.000Z

Children never listen to what you tell them do they? I told my eldest that he was absolutely NOT to buy us anything for Christmas. Financially things are extremely tough for him at the moment even a penny spent is a penny too much. But.... this is how he disobeyed me - see above. Bought in the Christmas German market, a salt and pepper set, in one of my favourite colour combinations., blue and orange.
Group hug everyone... aaaah!

Yes I am still alive

2007-01-07T00:48:00.000Z

Life, mainly work, has been so hectic recently but I am still here.
Nothing much made recently apart rom several pairs of socks, including a trial toe-up pair and a real toe-up pair. I appreciate that working this way you won't run out of yarn, you can just stop when you don't have any more. The trouble is that I found it required more brain cells per sock.

Meanwhile, I have actually started to read a book this year, see above. So far I'm up to page 80 and thoroughly enjoying it. My mother-in-law married a younger man very soon after she was widowed, though the great age difference was not as big as in "A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian". Some of the comments of the two daughters in the book by Marina Lewycka could have been lifted straight from conversations in our family.

EXTRA TIME QUESTIONS

2006-11-29T08:45:00.001Z

1. If you had an extra hour would you do with it?

2. If you had an extra week what would you do with it?

3. If you had an extra month what would you do with it?

4. If you had an extra year what would you do with it?

The beauty of this experiment is that in the extra time you don't have any responsibilities, commitments etc so you can do what you want, wish, like, dream of ......

Cosy Times

2006-11-01T08:23:00.000Z

I'd been wanting to have a felting session every since my Sunday with Dawn down at Dorking with felting queen Gillian Harris. On Saturday I was determined that nothing should get in my way and here is the result. the design is from Gill's new book and despite my husband thinking it is a jellyfish it is actually a cupcake. This has been made as a present for someone and so I can't say any more.

Young and slim is beautiful

2006-10-29T22:35:00.000Z

Saturday morning brought ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ from DGR in deepest darkest Devon so you can guess what I did next. Yes, large mug of tea in hand, and a refill a bit later, I sat down and read SKELLIG by David Almond, cover to cover. By the end my T-shirt was dripping wet and the box of tissues empty. I must be getting soft in my old age. I don't think I want to read any other books by DA for fear of them not living up to this.

Oh I forgot to say, this is a children's book, whateverthat means.

Let's all play BlogTag

2006-10-28T07:33:00.000Z

Now that I've confessed my addiction to the utterings of DGR I can happily trail along behind her blog entry for today. She talks about her son receiving a desperately needed autograph from Gary Lineker. My claim to fame is that I am in possession of a hand-written note from poet Laurie Lee.
One wet and windy westish country evening I turned out to the Bath School of Art to attend a poetry reading by Laurie Lee. I was so overcome with his down-to-earthness and the way he had turned a rather grim day into something special that I wrote and told him so, care of his publishers. Can you imagine my ecstasy when this hand-written IN REAL INK reply arrived on my doormat and survived the teeth of our border collie who was partial to paper?

If you can write you can write

2006-10-27T07:13:00.000Z

I joined the "Woolf for Dummies" class over on writer Susan Hill's blog. I bought the books: two biographies and The Voyage Out to start with but of course, as we all know, having the coloured pens and a nice new ruler doesn't magically mean you can do Maths or Physics or whatever your worst nightmare is. Life is too short. Maybe I will go back to VW, in fact the postman dropped a second-hand copy of Moments of Being through my door yesterday and a cursory glance promises that this will be very readable. So I have been searching around for something to read when I do read, which these days is very little. It's not that I don't WANT to read, in fact I gaze admiringly at the "big girls" who plough through piles of books AND manage to write something interesting, instructional and pleasurable about them.

Top of the list of big girls is DoveGreyReader. Other people can't start the day without a cup of coffee or a cigarette but there is no way I can get on that train to work or do what I should be doing at the weekend without my daily dose of DGR. How she manages it I don't know although she has recently posted hints about her methodology, much of it involving the sensible use of her spouse's talents and her own skill of knowing when NOT to interfer (see her comments about staying well clear of the kitchen when the three men in her life are doing manly breakfastly things).

Oh dear, typically me, I've wondered off the point. Where was I? Talking about what I am reading now, I think. I dipped into Kate Atkinson's Behind the Scenes at the Museum. I haven't actually abandoned it because I am enjoying the way it is written. It alternates between the autobiography of a girl from the moment of her conception, mentions trivial objects in the narrator's life and then procedes to give the backstory of the object. I have a penchant for books that are mainly about women, especially those written in the first person and preferably with nothing TOO nasty in the woodpile. So far An Experiment in Love (see review by Margaret Atwood) is fitting the spec exactly with the added bonus of a touch of convent schools and nuns. Oh my goodness, I'd forgotten about nuns. There are quite a few of us who have a thing about them. What a wonderful blog subject. I feel like going off at a tangent but I must save that for tomorrow or whenever this dilatory blogger gets round to blogging again...

I'm feeling a little like Ronnie Corbett when he sits in his chair at the end of his show and rambles on then gets back to his original point by saying, "anyway, I said to my director..."
I started writing this blog entry because I am so enjoying An Experiment in Love that I thought I would have a look for a review to see what others thought. Up popped Margaret Atwood's review and that's what made me realise that... if you can write you can write!

Sunday Never Felt So Good!

2006-10-15T22:10:00.000Z

Almost half a year since we first met, Dawn and I met up again to play with fibrous stuffs. This time it was at a felt workshop with Gillian Gladrag (alias Gillian Harris).

Her home is a wondrous Aladdin's Cave of colourful arty stuff. No details here. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise in case you decide to take part in one of her classes. No more than five in a group and lunch provided. Who needs afternoon tea at the Ritz? Who needs a weekend at a spa retreat? This is the stuff for stressed-out souls. Fluffy, soapy colour therapy.

Arranged around the soap dish and small pieces of merino fleece tops are the five items made by the five of us who eagerly lapped up Gillian's expertise, enthusiasm and tea-making skills.

For those of you who know Dawn and me, can you guess which are our works of art?

The Middle Ages Are Over

2006-10-01T06:29:00.000Z

Phew! Bed just after 3 am on Friday morning having finished the medieval costume. It was due to be worn last night (Saturday) at a medieval banquet so I hope it was fit for purpose. We had no internet connection here for almost 36 hours. I have no nails and I am bald. Well what else is there to do other than biting nails and pulling hair out when you are disconnected from the world? So, no connection and I couldn't go out as the engineer was due to drop in "anytime".

Ta da! I did some more weaving on my rigid heddle loom (pic to follow). Now, you know those instructional books that have diagrams/photos of what NOT to do. Well, that's what my weaving looks like. Having said that I am still very pleased and know in my heart that I am unlikely to progress much. I am just too impatient but it does keep me out of mischief.

I have learnt several things from this project. It is very important what you choose for your warp. I should NEVER have used that slubby very fragile red yarn, especially not at the edges of the warp. No matter. My "thing" is all mine apart from some input from offspring Greg when I aked "what colour shall I weave next?"

Just left port

2006-09-27T06:43:00.000Z

Almost reached the 100 page mark in THE VOYAGE OUT (page 93) but not yet steaming along comfortably. I have yet to get my sea legs. I couldn't read on the train as I was lucky enough to bump into one of "train friends" and chatted with her for the 12 minutes train ride. However, I did catch up as I very stupidly left all my keys at home and so had to wait on the station till middle offspring's (Greg) train came.
So why didn't I do some reading last night? Well I had this medieval dress to make... don't even mention the word tension to me! Those of you who are possessed by a sewing machine will understand. Anyway before I could get on with that I had to be a guinea pig. That elderly wise crone, Ann of Corfe, now has a walking, talking webcam and just had to try it out. Yes, it works and I was able to see the result of Ann of Corfe's magical powers. She spins yarns about being a hair's breadth away from owning a bus pass BUT she looks to me as though she has only just moved up to "big school". As the woman in "When Harry Met Sally" says "I'll have what she's having"!!

I need to catch up

2006-09-25T06:33:00.000Z

with the rest of the class. I decided to join Susan Hill's WOOLF FOR DUMMIES autumn class.
This involves reading chapters of the Lyndall Gordon biography together with selected VW books. So far I'm still on Chapter 1 of "The Voyage Out".

Lazy Blogger

2006-09-24T10:49:00.000Z

I can't believe it. I knew I hadn't blogged for a while but my last entry was on 1st September. Why don't I blog? Because I am too busy reading DoveGreyReader and Susan Hill. And of course once I have read their daily offerings I feel that anything I upload will not be worth bothering with. What these writers have in common is that they open our eyes and minds to the world of literature and also,as a bonus, life in the country.

DGR is "only" a gifted amateur, or rather was, as those in the world of books have been sensible enough to make use of her obvious talents. You can read more about DGR on Norman Geras' blog. Susan Hill has achieved a wider audience out in the "normal" world by having written (and had published) many books. Some of these are "ordinary" novels, "I'm the King of the Castle" has been used as a GCSE set book for many years and has mainly been the cause of SH's overflowing inbox. She is also the creator of detective Simon Seraillier, with who I have yet to become acquainted. On top of this she wrote "The Woman in Black" which was adapted for the stage by Stephen Mallatrat and has been running in the London West End for 17 years.

This morning, following my usual ritual, I read DGR (she will always be my first love) followed by SH. SH is fond of throwing out lines of prose or poetry and challenging her readers to identify them. She knows that someone will catch them and today Walter J Essex obliged by identifying 'the idle hill of summer.' as a line from A. E Housman's, A Shropshire Lad.

Having read my two favourite blogs I usually spend the rest of the day following up on subjects they have discussed and going over off on about twenty different tangents. This morning my roamings led me to the website of The Poetry Society whose home was always on the top floor of the Royal Festival Hall. Due to extensive renovations of this building which dates from the 1950s the Poetry Library has been closed for some time but when it reopens in 2007 I urge you to pop in.

Readers Imbibing Peril (R.I.P.) Autumn Challenge

2006-09-01T19:43:00.000Z

I've decided to join in this spooky reading challenge which involves reading 5 books that
that "meet the very open, broad criteria of being scary, eerie, moody, dripping with atmosphere, gothic, unsettling, etc. and vow to read them."

I haven't quite settled on my list but so far it will be:

1. The Haunted Woman (1922) - David Lindsay
2. The Castle of Otranto (1765 ) - Horace Walpole
3.
4.
5.

Watch this space!

What is the difference between a bicycle and a picture?

2006-08-18T07:17:00.000Z

So what is the difference between a bicycle left outside a house and a picture on a webpage? This has been worrying me some time. I work for a company that provides images for books, newspapers,magazines, company reports, TV stills, adverts etc etc in fact anyone who wants pictures of our specialist areas comes to us, negotiates a Licence fee for the use of that image in a particular way. We take some of the money for overheads ands admin(including my salary) and a sizeble chunk goes to the creator of that image, the photographer. The copyright of the image belongs to the photographer and we just market the temporary, limited use of it to our clients in exchange for the licence fee.
Now if I leave my bike outside my house and an unkind person removes it I can involve the police who can pursue the "borrower", charge them and there is a possibilty that the bicycle thief will be convicted. Even if the bike is returned I suspect that they could still be charged. We all know the thief shouldn't have removed my bike and of course we never even consider committing such a crime.

So, I repeat, what is the difference between a bicycle and an image on a website. That image belongs to the photographer. His livelihood, his mortgage, the food in the mouths of his children all depend on him having some return for his work. So why do we all consider it fine to "borrow" images from wherever we find them and put them on our blogs?

I know why we do it. Every morning as soon as my eyes open, I log onto the computer while the kettle is still boiling and can't wait to see what my No. 1 blogger has written about. Not only does she write, she provides me with all sorts of interesting info and images. Sometimes she writes about things she has made and delights us with her very able images of these crafts. Sometimes she goes for a walk with her camera and shares what she has seen. She also informs us about the happenings in her area and ably illustrates what she writes with well-researched pictures. And everyone I know grabs an image of the bookcover when they write about a recent read that they have enjoyed.

We are slowly being educated to understand that we must pay licence fees for software. We know that we shouldn't download music without paying for it, because just as photographers need to live, so do musicians and song-writers.

So why is it OK for us to "borrow" pictures? Or is it?

[Note: This is not a personal attack on any particular blogger just the ramblings of another intermittent blogger who tries to steer clear of using the images of others but isn't always successful]

I'm warped!

2006-08-13T10:47:00.000Z

Finally I've warped my 80 cm rigid heddle loom more or less properly.
I think that much as I yearn to be a weaver I am probably not meant to to be one. I'm definitely a freeform person and with weaving you have to be precise.

Invaders repelled

2006-08-11T07:28:00.000Z

I've decided to go for the scorched earth policy where my front garden is concerned.
The reason for this is what I think is Geranium macrorrhizum with the common name of Bigroot Geranium. This is not the showy bright red lollipop flower that gets bunged into pots in Mediterranean lands this is the perennial geranium that is related, I think, to the cranesbill family.

If I tell you that the blurb about this plant suggests ...

Propagation:
Division in spring or autumn. Very easy, virtually every bit of a divided plant, whether it has roots or not, will grow away and produce roots then I think you will understand how I have been fighting a running battle for the past few years.

I am definitely one of those people who advocates a "natural" looking garden if that means that I can look at it and have to do absolutely nothing. However, this thing has been threatening to cover the car, the house, hubby, rabbit and me and all in about the blink of an eye. Our front garden is mainly "crazy paving". There are borders around the edge of the pocket handerkerchief-sized patch garden and what the previous encumbent called her "flower basket". I have to confess that my mother and I succeeded in demolishing the handle of that monstrosity within a couple of years of us moving here. It is now just a circular bed in the middle.

Here are a few more pics to show you what I have done in my onslaught and what is still left to do.

I've not been turned to stone....

2006-08-04T08:06:00.000Z

I just seem to have been so busy. Grabbing a few moments here and there on the train to and from work I have managed to read two books by Canadian author Margaret Laurence.
Both books are from her Manawaka series, the first being JEST OF GOD which could be included in my collection of "spinster" reads. The most recent is STONE ANGEL, the life of Hagar told by Hagar herself. We flit seamlessly backwards and forwards in time just as the memory does.

New Pic on the Blog

2006-06-26T18:13:00.000Z

Courtesy of a colleague at work, she who is sometime known as "La La Lady" and other times as "Pumpkin", I have a portrait.

I absolutely L O V E IT but I'm not sure if she is trying to tell me that I need a ... doctor or a hairdresser!

Some of My Best Friends are Jewish

2006-06-24T12:40:00.000Z

Way, way back in the Middle Ages, before marriage, children and all that, I was an au pair. I know what you are thinking, but as you can see from the pic in my profile, as well as not being Swedish, I am definitely not blonde. I lived for a while in Geneva, Switzerland with an Indian Muslim family but that, as they say, is another story. What I am getting around to telling you is that when you are away from home and homeland, you pine for certain things. I'm a lover, not hater of Marmite, so that was near the top of the list. Strange though it may seem, living in the land of cuckoo clocks, cheese and creamy Swiss chocolat, I missed a nice strong Cheddar cheese and Cadbury's Dairy Milk Chocolate, oh yes, and English books.

If you can remember back to the beginning of my ramblings you will have noted that I lived in Geneva. It was really quite difficult to find a genuine Swiss person where I lived close the UN, the ILO, GATT and all those other acronyms. Diplomats from around the globe huddled together in international enclaves and the working people of Geneva provided this elite with their every need. A brief stroll away there was a tabac that did a roaring trade in The Daily Telegraph, International Herald Tribune and ENGLISH BOOKS!!!!

Bear in mind that this was the mid to late 70s and Mr Waterstone probably hadn't even been born, or was still in short trousers, so there wasn't a three-for-two deal to be seen or the delight of a rummage in a Book Barn. Instead there was one tall twirly rack outside the tabac so my selection of English reading was predetermined. On one occasion my withdrawal systems were so severe that I decided to part with a large proportion of my miserable monthly francs. Foreign books in the town with the second highest cost of living in the world didn't come cheap but sometimes a biblioholic has to buy what a biblioholic has to buy. An orange spine and the penguin seal of approval suggested a reasonably safe choice so I skipped home with MY NAME IS ASHER LEV by Chaim Potok. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. As I said, "some of my best ~~friends~~ books are Jewish".

Another one bites the dust? Not yet.

2006-06-22T06:56:00.000Z

A touch of deja vu? Through the door just before six. Slim puffy white envelope lying on the floor. Ripping of aforementioned envelope reveals COSMETIQUE DE L'ENNEMI par Amelie Nothomb.
At one hundred and twenty pages this again is a very light read, so why haven't I finished it yet? Well this book hasn't yet been translated into English and so I am reading it in the version originale, in FRENCH!!! Mon Dieu!

So, I'm sure you will excuse me for only getting as far as page 30. As well as physically taking me longer to read it also requires the brain to work much harder and it is not as easy to filter out the normal sounds of family living. I could have carried on reading all night but it was the final episode of "Desperate Housewives" and I signed on the dotted line weeks ago to promise that I would watch every episode with the youngest offspring, snuggled up on the sofa together.

I'm not sure if I will try to read any pages on the train this morning. It could be disastrous. If I became too engrossed I could miss my station and find myself up in London with the grown-ups!

Small is Beautiful

2006-06-19T18:17:00.000Z

Who cares if the family starve? Not me.

I walked through the front door just before 6pm. Waiting on the doormat was one of those puffy white envelopes ..... containing another book by Ms Northomb. Just one hundred and seven pages of irresistable, un-put-downable reading. Thankfully for the health and welfare of my family by 7.10 I had finished reading ANTICHRISTA. How can a non-entity become more of a non-entity? How can those who should love and value you more than anyone else turn instead to someone else? What can be more painful than being sixteen and having no friends. Read ANTICHRISTA to find out.

LAB (London Architecture Biennale)

2006-06-18T17:33:00.000Z

I'd like to pretend that it was my intellectual side that made me suggest to the youngest offspring that we hop on a train up to London town and visit part of the LONDON ARCHITECTURE BIENNALE. However, I must come clean and confess that it was actually the lure of sheep, in this case, Herdwick sheep from Cumbria and ........ knitting.

The two young architects shown knitting are JENNY WYNESS & ERICA CALOGERO, part of the team that envisaged and realised this project. More information can be found at
http://www.knittingsite.org/ and from info@knittingsite.org
They are keen to cooperate with other groups and maybe even more into crochet as well. I asked their permission to put their photos on here (something we should all remember to do).

It's been a long time ...

2006-06-16T13:43:00.000Z

since I read a whole book in one day. It's not quite 3pm and I've just finished page 126 of THE BOOK OF PROPER NAMES
The book had something in common with both THE ILLUSTRATED MUM by Jacqueline Wilson and THE TRAVELLING HORNPLAYER by Barbara Trapido. I can't really explain, that something in common is intangible, just a feeling or a flavour. Delight tinged with sadness. Fantasy / tragedy. You'll just have to read all three to see if you agree with me.

And finally a brain teaser, along the lines of those posed in the "Round Britain Quiz" that used to be broadcast on Radio 4 and probably on the "Home Programme" before that:
What is the connection between writers Amelie Nothomb & John Steinbeck? I warn you, it's a very tentative link because as anyone who knows me will tell you, I'm a devious character.

The Postman Never Rings Twice

2006-06-16T08:12:00.000Z

He never even knocks once so I just have to be alert for thudding noises or, more often than not, wait till I get home from work and hope that any packages left on my doorstep don't decide to wander off with a passerby.

I digress.... this morning THE BOOK OF PROPER NAMES by Amelie Northomb arrived. You know some rich and famous people have personal shoppers, well I have something better than that ... I have a personal book advisor. She is DOVEGREYREADER who works her subliminal charms upon me. Years ago I always had my head in a book, or two, or three but now whether it is the pressure of work, family life, old age, the call of fibre or my addiction to online groups and blogs I hardly seem to read at all. When I do read, however, it is quite often something that DGR has floated into my brain. She is responsible for my current book THE AWAKENING by Kate Chopin and of course my decision to dip my toe into the waters of Amelie Nothomb. Not that it is all one-sided. I do credit myself with introducing her to the delights of the American Jewish author, Chaim Potok and if anyone reading this has not encountered him then I urge you to seek him out soon.

Meanwhile, back with Mlle Nothomb's book. I couldn't resist starting and I have already read 3 pages. It is such a slim volume and so easy to read that I suspect I may allow Ms Chopin's book to slumber a while till THE BOOK OF PROPER NAMES (originally published in French as ROBERT DES NOMS PROPRES) is devoured.

In an interview,in French, Amelie Northumb says "Je pense que si je peux amener les gens à lire, c'est la plus belle mission que je pourrais avoir sur terre." Loosely translated: I think that if I am able to lead people to reading then it is the best thing that I can do on this earth.

Art Show

2006-06-16T06:41:00.000Z

It's Art Show time of year, this time at my daughter's school. The pieces shown above are a 3D portrait and a sculpture reflecting on war and conflict in modern times.

SPINSTER with a key

2006-06-14T20:14:00.000Z

Three books ago I was reading SPINSTER by Sylvia Ashton Warner. (see link in column on right)

Written in 1958 (the year after I was born)it is the fictional account of a teacher who recognising that each person has their own personal key vocabulary is able to reach the Maori children in her school who previously had been dismissed as slow learners.

The book is based on Ashton Warnner's own career as a teacher in New Zealand and the reading scheme described is her own highly successful method of teaching reading for which she became internationally known.

As well as fiction, she wrote two autobiographies, had a biography written about her and a film made about her life in 1986.

Warpy-wefty flower

2006-06-05T23:51:00.000Z

As usual I start with a disaster. I warped up my newly acquired rigid heddle loom but stupidly I used my own-dyed, own-spun unplyed yarn for the warp. Not strong enough so calamity ensued .... warp and wefty bits surgically removed and confined to the furies of FreeForm.....

By public demand - More about the SHIBORI FELTING

2006-05-18T20:03:00.000Z

Oh OK then, by Dawn rather than public demand .....
The original "fabric" was very loose knitted with fine (4 ply / fingering?) Shetland wool.
It was 3 times the width it ended up.

Materials:
loosely knitted wool (NOT superwash) "fabric"
glass nuggetty things that you use in flower vases (mine were blue) or I believe pebbles / coins can be used
cling film / saran wrap cut into squares about 3 times the size of your nugetty things
rubber/elastic bands

Method:
Hold a glass thingy UNDER the fabric
grab it from the TOP
place cling film over top of fabric above glass thingy
wrap elastic band around cling film & fabric combined to trap glass nugget

repeat with more nuggetts + cling film + elastic bands probably in a RANDOW arrangement
to suit your eye

Put (now heavy) fabric in a net bag used for washing delicates or an old pillowcase (probably need to roughly sew this closed)
Put in washing with a small amount of washing powder & put through a washing cycle.
I put mine on 60deg - this may have been too long. 40deg quick cycle MAY have been better.

If you have a top-loader then of course you can open the machine and check progress.

When it came out of the washing machine it looked amazing. The edges of the cling film had been ripped during washing and was like thin pieces of ribbon floating from the "bubbles". Some of the cling film overthe top of teh bubbles had worn through and the blue glass was glinting like bright blue eyes.

AND THEN I REALISED ...... the nuggets were trapped!!! How on earth was I going to release them?
In a couple of places I had put a group of 5 or 6 nuggets all cuddled up together to make a giant bubble. I gently poked a small hole from THE BACK of the scarf and helped these to escape. With most of the small bubbles, I could encourage them to escape through the loose knitted wool fabric. I had to cut a tiny bit to allow a few of them to escape...

I wonder what the correct way of getting these out is? ...... or did I imprison them too securely?

Dawn wanted to see the "bubbles" more closely. Apologies for blurry pics - i think I was a little TOO close.

Sat-Prudence Mapstone Freeform Workshop & Sun- Shibori felt at home

2006-05-18T08:07:00.000Z

On Saturday I managed to finally get myself to the other side of: Heathrow Airport, the M25 the M4. Now that doesn't sound like much of an achievement but haven't you ever tried to just "be" on the other side of a BIG GROWNUP ROAD and the whole universe seems to conspire against you?
I must have been on Level 7 of this computer game called Life because I had to contend with three obtacles at once. Anyway, I managed it and only arrived at the Church Hall in Iver, Bucks two minutes late.
Now I did meet Prudence briefly at Ally Pally 2005 but she was rushed off her feet with the usual mixture of groupies and neophytes buzzing around and drooling over her garments AND the new book. This time I was attending her workshop and then went on to have dinner with her in the evening.
Now on to my main reason for attending the workshop - MEETING MEL!!! I have exchanged emails with Mel G from Connecticut in the past and she generously sent me a huge package of info about "Tossed Salad" knitting & crochet and how to make a Ruana shaped garment. She is known thoughout the Freeform world for her vast knowledge of textile books and articles, especially FF.
Surprise, surprise she was dressed in her favourite colours of eggplant, as she calls it or aubergine as those on this side of the pond refer to it. I also met two people from the UK Handknitters group, Sue & Dawn. Sue dashed off to Australia on business as soon as the workshop finished but I was stuck with Dawn (& Mel and Prudence) till gone 10 o'clock at night! Dawn and I have since exchanged a flood of emails and I think we will have difficulty getting rid of each other!
Oh yes - workshop was arranged by Tracy & Jo of Taj Crafts They are lovely people and their shop is well worth a visit. I challenge you to go into their shop and come out empty-handed!!

There was another follow-on workshop on Sunday but I thought that I had better not neglect the family two days in a row but that didn't mean I had to be a martyr to family life. In between the washing and feeding and "being there" for people I had a go at SHIBORI FELTING ..... and made this

Watch this space....

2006-05-12T15:46:00.000Z

Last weekend I bought a 2nd hand Ashford 800mm (32 in) rigid heddle loom.

Tomorrow (Saturday) I'm doing a Freeform workshop with Prudence Mapstone and Mel Gill from the FF Crochet group. (PM is over from AUS & MG is over from the USA)

Hanging on for dear life..

2006-05-08T20:29:00.000Z

In response to Juuli's kind comments about my yarns & spinning. I use powdered acid dyes that I bought from The Handweavers Studio in East London . That's all I know about the dyes because they have a handweavers Studio label on them.
Incidentally that is where I learnt to spin almost a year ago to the day.

I think the way to get the boucle effect is every now and then to "hang onto the yarn" too much. if you overdo this tho' you will end up with barbed wire!!

Let the sun shine on

2006-05-06T12:59:00.000Z

hand-dyed, handspun yarn.

I opened the curtains this morning and the sun streamed in on a box of my yarn bringing back happy memories of dyeing and spinning sessions.

Half a walk is better than none

2006-04-29T14:06:00.000Z

I decided to follow in Dovegreyreader's footsteps and share a walk with my virtual friends.
Rule No. 1: make sure your digital camera is fully charged! I actually did the WHOLE walk but because of not living up to the Girl Guide's motto of "Be Prepared" alas I am only able to share half of that walk with you.

The lovely Dovegreyreader lives in an area that has been designated of "outstanding natural beauty". I live just inside the M25 (London's orbital motorway) and not quite under the flight path of planes from HeathrowAirport. However, I think you will be pleasantly surprised at what I can show you during an hour's roundtrip on foot from my house. Don't forget now, on this occasion I can only show you approximately the first half.
So... let's step out of my house .. and turn right.

This is the road that I live in. The redbrick wall belongs to my next-door neighbour, the Methodist Church and just beyond that you can see the Scout Hut. Further along and across the road is the Junior School that all my children attended, and just beyond that the level-crossing and the railway station. No school run for me and now I can almost fall out of bed and onto the train in the morning, I hardly have to walk at all.

Standing by the side of the track at the level crossing this is the view towards the station and on up to London town

Here's the postman who cycled so fast he was almost off the village green, that used to be water filter beds, and heading for our local branch library before I "snapped" him.

On a little further and glancing back we can see the old redbrick Police Station from where the traffic police now operate so you can't pop in and get them to nab a cat burglar for you. Back in the days when the children were small I did however, drag in No.2 child and tell the Duty Officer that he kept sliding out of his child seat. They weren't exactly helpful, they didn't threaten to lock him up as I had hoped, instead they let him try on a helmet and gave him a sticker. Needless to say he carried on with his Houdini tricks.

Enough of looking backwards, we pass a row of prettily painted houses.

and head towards St Mary's Church on Station Road which runs parallel with the RiverThames.

Just before we get to the T-junction, a quick glance at the houses across the road.

A hop, skip and a jump and here we are right by the River Thames but no chance of catching a pedestrian ferry across, the sign says, "CLOSED".

Well we've managed it as far as St Mary's Church and it's reassuring to know that "God Believes in You".

The leaves are coming in to bud but haven't yet obscured our view of the river.

It's obviously just the weather for "messing about on the river".

Unless you are in a car heading for the airport

Or in a bus off for a little retail therapy

However, we are out for a walk and maybe just a smidgeon of culture. Across the road is the house of the famous actor, David Garrick. You may have seen the portrait of him as Richard III by William Hogarth. When the road wasn't quite so busy there was a tunnel underneath from Garrick's House to the part of his garden that ran down to the river. And here it was that he built his temple to Shakespeare, now known as Garrick's Temple.

It can be seen from both the river and the road and is open to the public at the weekends in the summer season.

Soon we will be able to get away from the infernal combustion engine and go looking for rabbits.

Yes, there's an urban rabbit there, somewhere in Bushy Park, which is a Royal Park.
With an area of 445 hectares (1,099 acres). Bushy is the second largest of the Royal Parks.

Here we are off the road and just inside the park. Just in case we get lost, we have a map. We entered through a gate at the very bottom left, where the blue River Thames almost flows into the green Bushy Park.

Here is that part of the map in more detail and with our route marked out in red. We will barely nibble into that big blob of green.
You can only come with me as far as where the red line goes across the white flower symbol because that's where the camera's battery runs out! I'll have to make my own way home from there.

If you are really interested, you can download a pdf map of Bushy Park.

Off to the right is the direction in which we are going to set off. In the distance is the Diana Fountain, dedicated to the goddess, not the late Princess of Wales.

Back to the left you can see the house that is part of Bushy Park stock yard from where they do whatever they have to do to look after the deer in this Royal Park. If you have really good eyesight, in the distance, to the right of the house, you can see St Mary's Church that we walked past earlier.

Now we are entering a park within a park, the Woodland Gardens, so you will have to leave your bike and your dog behind.

We've just missed the daffodils

and the rhododendrons and azaleas are over

but we can still enjoy looking at all the shapes between the branches

I'm off home now, with my cloak of invisibilty on, you'll have to stay here
till I come back for you with a recharged battery ..........

Perfectionists look away now

2006-04-28T07:03:00.000Z

Well here we are at Sanquhar Stage 2! As you can see there are millions of imperfections just in the rib. the yarn is so fine that stitches just disappear and you cannot see where they have gone or what you have to pick up to recover them so I just resorted to stabbing at something to get my 2 black 2 white!!
It's not just about losing stitches either. At the point where you change from one of the needles to another the needles secretly grab a piece of yarn that stretches between the two needles and pretend that it's another stitch.
I don't consider those problems to have been of my making but I am completely to blame for the silly idea of hanging my own cobbled together "combined stitch marker and row counter" on this Sanquhar Spiders Web. The result? A lumpy, loopy white bulge running up the rows that I allowed it to be in residence in!!! Aaargh! So I went back to a short loop of contrasting yarn - even that seems like a ships's hawser - AND I UNWOUND IT AND ONLY USED ONE PLY!!

Anyway - whatever the result I have finished the rib and I have done my initials although they will probably turn out to be in the wrong place.

The next stage of the pattern is scary:
"Round 40-51: Work Pattern-C while working Chart-A at the beginning of the round." !!!!!!

Pattern C is harmless enough - it's just the black and whiteness of the little 22 stitches by 22 rows of pattern and I can say each row out loud to myself e.g 2 black, 3 white, 3 B, 3 W, 2 B, 4W, 1 B, 4W.

BUT the Chart A part is not harmless - it is a grid which is coloured in black and white AND has little symbols sitting on it for increasing and decreasing!!!
It's all jagged and pointy because it is trying to represent something 3 dimensional in 2 dimensions!!!!

By the way - in case you haven't guessed I was always hopeless at Maths and Science and "stuff" like that" The even scarier thing is that I have reached the stage in my life where I work out what change I need etc faster than YOUNG people. Yep I am officially middle-aged!!!

Now one of my dilemmas is (or should that be "are"?) are the 2 black at the beginning of Chart A the same as the 2 B at the beginning of Pattern C? I think I may have to take a LONG sabbatical from the "real" gloves and try this out on GIANT needles. The thought of 4mm is sheer bliss.

In case you have actually read this far you can see the delightful pattern that Glovegreyknitter
and I are "following" here.

And in case you are still awake there is alleged help about reading Japanese patterns here.
Help about the TWO sorts of charts. and

symbols for increasing (symbol like charity ribbon)decreasing (like a sideways "Y")

OK You can go and have a sit down now with a nice BIG mug of tea and a choccy digestive.
.... I put the digestive in because I used to work with a Japanese girl and she absolutely hated digestive biscuits .. so that's my revenge on the whole Japanese race for those horrible patterns!!

Ok I know that's mean when some wonderful Japanese woman has gone to to all the trouble of CHARTING !!!! (calm down!!) out the Scottish Sanquhar pattern.

I'm going for a lie down ..... see you all in about 12 years time.

Scarf Round Robin

2006-04-25T14:01:00.000Z

A group of Weavers, Spinners and Dyers are doing a Scarf Round Robin. Suggested constraints are 4mm needles, DK-ish homespun or home-dyd yarn, up to 45 stitches wide and each section approx 6-10 inches long. Mine has several different stripes from three diffrent dye sessions: orange, blue and purple.
My first section (on the left) was spun from a mix of orange and purple. Second section from the orange with some of the reddier bits from that same orange dye session. Third stripe from the blue, fourth from the blue with a few bits of the purple. Fifth and last stripe was spun from some of all three dye lots. It is all just knitted in moss stitch, so it won't curl at the edges. I just wanted to celebrate the glorious mix of colours.

I'm so impatient, I want to send this off to the next person and receive someone else's starter piece and add to that. I'm rather hoping that I will have to dye some fleece specially for the sections I add to everyone's pieces

In Tandem Sanquhar Knitting

2006-04-24T22:15:00.000Z

On the left Ladies and Gentlemen - the goal. On the right - progress so far.
I'm attempting to knit these "Sanquhar Gloves" in tandem with my erudite partner in crime dovegrey reader. When she get's all crafty she calls herself glovegrey knitter.

In case you are not impressed this endeavour is akin to climbing Everest or rowing the Atlantic single-handed. The needles are 1.5mm and I couldn't find them available anywhere in the UK. We had to send to Germany for them. That's just the needles. The wool is 2 ply Shetland Lace yarn from Jamieson & Smith.

Watch this space!

Yesterday I decided that today I would . .

2006-04-23T07:31:00.000Z

take some photos of what I have been doing since I last posted. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day and today ... it is wet and damp and miserable and definetely NOT a good day to stand outside and take photos.

Blue Wensleydale

2006-04-04T21:48:00.000Z

Not it's not a cheese, it's some roving that my Devonian friend, Lynne, was going to learn to spin with. Due to a mystery injury she's decided to give spinning a miss and so I promised to spin it up for her. She's hoping for sock yarn but I'm afraid that my spinning is still at the "what you get is what you get" stage!!!

Winding the yarn around the daybed end resulted in skeins that could only be hung to dry in the shower. however winding around the back of the wooden armchair meant that the skeins were short enough to hang up over the kitchen sink. Here you can see how I set the ply with the aid of two full tin cans.

In A Spin

2006-04-04T21:35:00.000Z

Spun up some of my hand-dyed fleece the batch I called "Beowolf"at the time - all greeny-brown and very earthy. I used some of it to crochet some simple square coasters to protect the tables at the cottage and left them behind as a thank you. My final skein of "Beowolf" came out as boucle - not quite sure why. The orangey-yellowy skeins were super-soft though.

Back from Cornwall

2006-04-04T21:23:00.000Z

Drove back from Cornwall on Saturday morning. Didn't get to see much of that county as we were both ill ALL WEEK! Couldn't even read much of the eleven books I took with me - my eyes just felt too weak.
Just about managed a teeny bit of spinning in between being pathetic on the day bed.

Small may be beautiful but its not legal in some places

2006-03-24T22:42:00.000Z

Great article in The New Statesman about provincial authorities
insisting that clothes are made in bigger sizes.

Discuss.

People don't really change do they?

2006-03-24T15:25:00.000Z

Look what I have just found lurking in a bag from over 20 years ago! Knitted squares, one of them unfinished which is amusing as I believe the pattern came from a fragment of some knitting in a museum.
As far as I can remember, all but two of the squares are from Richard Rutt, then Bishop of Leicester's, HISTORY OF HANDKNITTING. I may have found the two eagles in a book of heraldic symbols and plonked them onto squared paper, I can't really remember. The date with names and a date is Steve and me and the date we were married, all those millions of years ago.
And finally... the face / mask is a newspaper advert for headache pills!!! I was messing about with bits and pieces even then. Not yet freeform but definitely not just knitting endless pullovers in stocking stitch. Maybe I should buy some more fawn, maroon and grey-y green cheapo yarn and finish the blanket and maybe include some sanquhar patterns.

Two days to go

2006-03-23T22:58:00.000Z

Till we're off to Cornwall - yippee!

Black Leather Spinner

2006-03-23T09:04:00.001Z

When I happened to remark that my spinning wheel needed repairing, someone down in the West Country was afraid I had been mistreating it. Don't panic! With the aid of piece from a black leather belt I'm able to spin again. Hope I haven't forgotten how.

New IT Diploma for 14-19 year olds

2006-03-22T08:33:00.000Z

Take a look at the item on the New Statesman website item on a future IT diploma for young people. Here we are all merrily blogging away and we haven't the faintest idea how the html, style sheets, templates etc. are working away behind the scenes. I just had about four attempts to make the words "IT diploma" appear as a link and I'm using the compose mode which is supposed to make all this techy stuff easy. As you can see I'm also having trouble getting my text and images where I want them to be, usually resorting to hitting the space bar a few hundred times. Now what I need is a back to basics course for old has-beens like me.

Laced CROCHET light table by Marcel Wanders (2001)

2006-03-21T14:11:00.000Z

What do you get when you cross traditional crochet with a modern material like epoxy resin? This stunning crochet light table by Marcel Wanders.

Organic shawl continues to grow . . . .

2006-03-19T18:30:00.000Z

You didn't know it was a shawl? Neither did I. It just started to evolve into one.

I took it out into the garden to photograph it and a robin found it all very interesting.

It's freezing cold here although it has been a bright, sunny, happy day. I have the organishawl draped around my neck and shoulders and it is very comforting - I can see, or do I mean feel, why scarves are sometimes called comforters. The organishawl doesn't want to grow at the moment. Are your creations like that? Do they co-operate sometimes and at other times behave in a very truculant way?

Listening to Frankenstein by Anthony and the Johnsons

2006-03-15T13:17:00.000Z

on my headphones again and again and again. As he sings his voice cuts into me cleanly and sharply, painful and pleasureable at the same time. I am not in my body but slipping away into nothingness. If I was depressed this could be music to commit suicide to, instead it neutralises and numbs. The music numbs and yet it hurts to listen. I can’t breathe….

"it just growed..." or The Joys of Freeform

2006-03-12T14:36:00.000Z

I had this piece of knitting that was unravelling top and bottom at a rate of knots... I hadn't had a fix of FREEFORM for a while and so.... it happened!
If you are feeling stressed out and unloved and overworked and fed up...
grab a whole load of needles and hooks and bundles and scraps and cones and balls of fibrey stuff and just let it all go....
There's nothing like it. Just make sure it doesn't take over your life or possess your soul. I had a narrow escape once but that's another story...

And it was all yellow !!!!

2006-02-24T23:23:00.000Z

Yes my kitchen really is "all yellow"! I thought it might me a bit much for tender eyes so I have diluted it by taking a photo of a painting done by an old gentleman I used to know against a very small piece of the YELLOW.

Opposites Attract

2006-02-24T23:18:00.000Z

... or so I've heard. Maybe this is how to ensure that socks remain in "pairs"? As if the socks weren't bad enough I've shown them against my kitchen tabletop just in case you hadn't completely taken in that I like citrus colours...

I want to weave!

2006-02-24T22:57:00.000Z

Here's my attempt at weaving on a card loom. I love citrus colours they are just so fresh and make me feel good to be alive. I have a lot of yellow in my house including my kitchen which is just the right yellow. I seem to remember it was called "April Flowers". It's looking a little tired now so maybe I should go along with a flake of paint and try out that machine where they scan a colour for you and reproduce it EXACTLY!!

A Whole Month! Where did it go?

2006-02-01T21:23:00.000Z

Not really been doing anything much - a bit of this and a bit of that. Started some socks - one the reverse of the other but seem to have abandoned them for a moment. Maybe if I post a pic of them as a WIP it might spur me on. Also in the last week I started a pair of crochet slippery/socky things. I started with a short chain and crocheted round it increasing a bit as it grew up my toe. When it got as far as my instep I just crocheted back and forth on half the stitches till it reached my heel and then ss'd the "cast off" edge to itself to form a seam up the back of my heel. Clear as mud?

Balls!

2005-12-30T17:45:00.000Z

hand-dyed orange felt balls!
Now what can I do with them. I thought I could bung some silver wire through them and use the old man's soldering iron to fix them in place. Life's never that easy is it? Electrical solder isn't the same as silver solder and his soldering iron might not reach the right temperature. Why is everything so technical? Far too technical for a dumb brunette like me!

I don't actually knit ...

2005-12-30T17:38:00.000Z

or crochet this stuff you know...
It just sort of evolves in my hands ..or round my neck... or on my head!
Help.. this one has got me by the neck...... it's worked in the same two yarns as the weird hat.

If you want to get ahead....

2005-12-30T17:29:00.000Z

Then don't get a weird hat like this!!!
I really enjoyed making it with two very fine brown & greeny brown yarns worked together... no pattern and a vague idea that it was going to be... beret/hatty shaped but worked from the brim. It's strange .. beanies start from where the brim would be if they had one and berets and tam o'shanters start from the middle/top. Why?

2005-12-16T09:35:00.000Z

Finally the Farewell Present is Handed Over

A flying visit from the luscious La La Lady allowed me to hand over the very very long narrow multi -directional scarf that I hurried to make for her before her departure. Lack of luggage space meant that she didn't have room to take it with her when she left but I'm hoping that the thought of some genuine wintery conditions make her
s q u e e z e it into her bag this time.
We all know that L runs a little warmer than most but even she has to wrap up warmly when the temp gets below freezing!!!

2005-11-14T19:39:00.000Z

SIXTY ODD - A FIBER ODYSSEY

SIXTY ODD - A FIBER ODYSSEY
"61 fiberartists, all members of the International Freeform Artist’s Guild were given a unique challenge. Each artist selected one yarn and sent 61 five-yard skeins of that yarn to a central location. In return each artist received 61 different skeins from fellow artists all over the world. There was no coordination of color, texture, or any other artistic components. The Challenge was to create their own interpretation of fiber art using only those yarns. Artists include members from Australia, Canada, Estonia, Greece, Ireland, Kuwait, UK, US, Wales and Yemen."

The two scrumbles shown are my contribution to this escapade. Why not have a look at the really amazing pieces the others produced. I've recently taken part in an exciting challenge "

2005-11-14T14:13:00.000Z

"It takes a long time to grow an old friend."

THURSDAY 10 November

I've only known, Lynne & Ellie a couple of years but something tells me that we'll be doddering around together when the zimmer frames are needed. I can't think of a better way to spend a day off work than mooching around with people you like. Poor Ellie had to work so could only join us for the eating and tea drinking but managed to squeeze in some talking in that time. We were joined at lunch and the first part of the afternoon by Julie, who I hadn't met before so there was plenty to talk about. What did we do? Do you mean apart from eating lunch and talking and sitting in Patisserie Valerie and drinking tea and eating and talking? Well, we dropped in on Bravissimo and one of us had an uplifting experience. If you've been there you'll know what I'm talking about. We also managed to fit in a few bookshops and Lynne and I were tempted by the new Canongate myth series. Lynne came away with Karen Armstrong's "A Short History of Myth" and Margaret Atwood's "The Penelopiad". I was more controlled and just bought the Atwood book.
I'm in very erudite company when I tag along with these two. Ellie works in publishing and Lynne is an experienced reviewer and manuscript vetter. I'm a bit of a lapsed reader so it's just as well that this pair keep a watchful eye on my reading.

2005-11-04T08:24:00.000Z

DRAGGING SUSIE ROUND THE BACKSTREETS
Finally I got to meet Ms Susie B-M the steel magnolia from Oz! She only had 3 days inLondon so I claimed Tuesday as mine. I have the feeling that Susie was a bit wary about what I might make her do and perhaps her concerns were justified - we spent 11 hours on our feet and then I still had to get home!!

2005-10-07T23:25:00.001Z

PROUD AS A PEACOCK
I'm off to the PEACOCK Theatre tomorrow night with two of my children to see
LA VEILLEE DES ABYSSES.
"James Thierree, son of the gloriously eccentric Jean-Baptiste Thierree and Victoria Thierree Chaplin comes from a long tradition of music hall, variety and circus. His particular mix of visual trickery, acrobatics and clowning is both fantastical, unbelievable and extraordinary.
He is joined by opera singer Uma Ysamat, contortionist Raphalle Boitel, dancer Niklas Ek and capoeira dancer Thiago Martins, who together cook up a virtuoso dish of fantastic invention."

The show was originally at the Queen Elizabeth Hall, London in April 2004
read the review

2005-10-07T12:06:00.000Z

HAVE YOU LOOKED AT MY LINKS YET?
Do take time to have a browse they could have just the inspiration you are looking for.

2005-10-07T11:55:00.000Z

PURSE EXCHANGE

One of the groups I belong to is doing a PURSE EXCHANGE.
Juliette is my partner and even tho' she moved house yesterday she managed to get this little woven number in the post to me. I feel sure that she picked the colours especially for me :-)

2005-10-04T13:34:00.000Z

OUT OF THE DEAD WOOD SPRINGS THE GREEN
My neckpiece decided all by itself what it wanted to be just like the waistcoat I made a few months ago for a Challenge in the International Freeform Crochet group. If you don't know what FREEFORM CROCHET is - watch this space and I will attempt to educate and excite you.

2005-10-04T09:06:00.000Z

LATEST CREATION
This is my latest "creation". I suppose it's a "neckpiece" 'cos it's not exactly a necklace. I had a piece of wispy felty rubbish left from making a freeform felted scarf and I was pulling around at it and it looked like something that would hang round the neck. I had some weird metallic yarn called DRAGONFLY so I grabbed it and a very small metal crochet hook and off I went.
Sorry - the pic is a bit fuzzy!

2005-10-04T07:28:00.000Z

JUMPING IN AT THE DEEP END
Well here I go. Not sure if I've got what it takes to be a blogger but I'll give it a try. That probably tells you you the sort of person I am ... ooh .. this looks interesting .... I think I'll do that. Two days, two weeks or two years later I'll forget I've even seen or heard of it!!!

Must dash off to work but in the meantime I'll leave you with one of my half-finished webpage attempts www.angelfire.com/amiga2/fibracations