Showing posts with label wool bamboo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wool bamboo. Show all posts

Thursday, August 27, 2009

My Creative Space.


It's my first time playing along with Kootoyoo's My Creative Space.

So this is it.
This is my creative space.
It wont leave me alone.
It calls out to me all day...make me into a flower...I'd look great as a bowl...imagine me as a cushion cover...if you don't use me now you'll forget that brilliant idea...

Sometimes I can ignore the call but often it's too strong.

How's a girl supposed to raise her children and keep her house in order?

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Thursday, August 6, 2009

Crochet Methadone.


When I first decided to join Jodie's washer swap I scoured the internet for patterns, filling a whole bookmark folder with the links I had found. I made heaps of them; circles, hexagons, hearts and squares, made with all manner of different combinations of stitches.

This went on for a while and then I discovered amigurami and went off on a different tangent.

So of course when I got the email telling me that it's time to get the gear in the post I had a bit of a panic.

After a bit of looking back and a bit of thinking about what I like to use in the shower I decided on this pattern for a face washer. I made it out of a bamboo/cotton yarn and it is soft and luxurious feeling.

I also made up the sunflower dish washer/potholder from this pattern.

The soap I included was hand made by Kate from Daylesford's Cleopatra soap. It is lemongrass, lime and ginger and smells absolutely delicious.

I'll pop my package in the post when I take the girls to school in the morning. I hope my swap partner enjoys it.

In other news, my lovely friend Doily Steph came over for a visit today.
Steph is a bit of a keen knitter and presented me with the gorgeous wool and bamboo knitting needles in the picture below. She told me she thought I would find knitting patterns a bit more practical than crochet ones.

When Bren came in for lunch he asked Steph why she was setting me up for another addiction?
She laughed and told him she was trying to get me off the crochet addiction.
Ah, said Bren, like crochet methadone.

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