Monthly Archives: November 2012


Saturday was a big day in the City – and the crowds started to gather early; we saw youngsters at bus stops as early as 6.30 in the morning – but YoungB and I were away from it all, having a good time at rowing. Food was a problem, though. He’d been at a mate’s and hadn’t breakfasted, so he was hungry. The cafe at rowing? No, they weren’t up to coping with a hordes of hungry rowers that early in the day and their ovens/pie warmers weren’t hot, so I ended up with junk food: a doughnut and a very dry scone. The drink was at least reasonable. YoungB is now coaching and his crew of beginner girls fared so well in their heat that they made it into the final! Late in the morning, we managed to get egg and bacon sandwiches from one of the schools that does food, so we didn’t starve.  We stayed to watch some of the senior crews but for family reasons were unable to stay all day. Things will settle down eventually.

Last night we went out for dinner to celebrate YoungB’s finishing high school. By happy coincidence – really; the original plan had been for a different Greek restaurant – the place we ended up choosing was next door to a great video shop, so not only did we have a lovely meal – salt and pepper squid; mixed grill; and lentil patties – we came home with a week’s worth of quality viewing. I admit to having sat in the car and knitted while those two selected the videos. My feet were sore and the notion of having to traipse around? No, that didn’t have my name on it or anywhere near it.

Today I lunched with a group of family members at a delightful cafe a few suburbs away, helping to celebrate Youngest Aunt’s birthday. All tastes catered for – Youngest Aunt eats a vegetarian diet and her nachos were just the thing – and everything delicious, especially the white-chocolate baked cheesecake. Dr B and YoungB were not there. They’d gone to a locally famous motorcycle cafe up in them thar Hills (sometimes, when you ride a motorbike, you just have to do what all the other motorcyclists do). It’s particularly noted for its humungous burgers which come speared by a knife but accompanied by no other cutlery. YoungB said he felt like a bit of a wimp asking for a fork!

As if all that were not enough, a friend and his son rocked up for coffee and motorbike talk later in the afternoon. I sat and knitted while they talked bikes. I mean, just because I’m a wench and it was my turn to make the coffee doesn’t mean I have to banish myself to the back room! (If I’d had a sewing project to undertake, I might have; but knitting is at least able to be accomplished in company.)

I’m knitting the White Caps Cowl and I’m knitting a long scarf for the Vic Square yarn bombing project, alternating as circumstances dictate (if I’m having to participate in discussion as to family timetabling, something mindless like the long scarf is ideal because I don’t have to count stitches or rows or pay too much attention to what I’m doing). I’ve crocheted a couple more little roses as experiments but they’re probably not colourful enough for yarn bombing purposes.

Then I took a few photos of the orange rose and the long scarf so I could share them with you. And although they were on my phone when I checked, they seem to have disappeared into the ether between that checking and my trying to upload them to the computer. So no photos, sorry, until I figure out what’s going on with my phone!

I hope you’ve had an enjoyable weekend and managed to fit in copious amounts of food, family and fibre (by which I mean the sort of fibre you make things with, not the sort of fibre that makes you – well, you get my drift, I’m sure).


Posted by on November 11, 2012 in Crochet, Food, Knitting


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beginning yarn bombing

Last night I sat down and crocheted an utterly over-the-top enormous, orange rose. No, I haven’t taken a photo yet though I promise I will. Right now, I know I’ve an early night because tomorrow will be an early morning, fetching my rower from his revels so he can ensure that his crew is ready for racing. I’m presently too tired to think. Did any of that make sense?!

If it didn’t, which is my fear, you’ll understand why I didn’t pull out my White Caps Cowl to do any knitting tonight on the bus. I was sure I’d make a mistake or miscount something and have to tink rather too far for comfort. If, indeed, I retained the ability to tink – or think – at all.

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Posted by on November 9, 2012 in Crochet, Knitting, Rowing


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all too difficult

That’s a bit how life is at present, just too much effort. How can I possibly find the energy required for going to work and then doing the work when I have two urgent knitting projects? Not only am I still working on the White Caps Cowl – although I don’t get enough knitting time, it is progressing even if I’m doubtful about it being ready for the next-week birthday which simply means I’ll have to do something else for the birthday and shuffle the cowl along to Christmas, I suspect –  but now there’s a yarn bombing project with an early December deadline. I know why I have a job but, gee, it doesn’t half get in the way of the fun stuff!


Posted by on November 7, 2012 in Knitting


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nothing to do with sewing or knitting

It is peripherally related to craftwork of any sort (that I do) because I’m flummoxed again by the need to exercise in order to maintain the rear spread at manageable proportions. I often stand to knit or hand-sew when I’m at home, not because it’s better for me because it burns up more calories – although I’m told that is so – but because it’s sometimes more convenient or I’m able to get closer to a good light source so I can see what I’m doing. However, most of my work – certainly my paid employment and much that I do unpaid at home, such as sewing bandannas and things of that nature – requires me to be seated. Back in the days when I was first a uni student I used to say that education was broadening to the backside as much as to the mind. Nothing changes, except that you could substitute “life” for “education” in there and you’d have the correct answer.

Pillows A La Mode suggested that somewhere such as Curves might be useful, and I absolutely agree with her that group environments tend to be more supportive and a fun way to get moving. I don’t have a Curves gym close to my home although I’m not short of gyms (there’s one literally across the road). I’m also not short of gym equipment, because Dr B and Boy came home with quite a bit of that some years ago and they bring more bits on an ongoing basis as their needs and interests change. Cycling, did I hear you say? Yes, but not on roads. On the kinetic trainer I do cycle and that’s safe enough that I don’t fall off. I’m also pleased that it’s possible to multitask while cycling there: you can read a book while you work out!

I walk a lot. I’ve always walked a lot. For a while, though, I was somewhat limited by an ongoing problem with injuring my feet. Almost a year ago I fell off a stepladder and whacked my foot. Dang. One toenail requiring six months to replace. I was sort of over that and I did something similar to the other foot. Dang again. That toenail is coming along nicely if still looking terribly black. It doesn’t hurt. Fairly recently, I gave the original toe another wallop in a workplace incident. I wasn’t crippled but it was difficult for me to walk far or fast without significant pain. Cycling on the trainer is a good alternative (if somewhat boring; but that’s beside the point). And, just for good measure, I then gave that toe another thoroughly nasty whack that drew blood and a few unsewist-like words of wrath, not to mention causing more than just a bit of extra pain. It jolly well hurt and so did walking.

I’ve recovered somewhat, of course, and am now able to walk but the saga doesn’t end there. My joggers/trainer/runners – I don’t know; you can choose what your local terminology is for something approaching running shoes – have now decided to throw in the towel, with a split across each sole so that they get hooked up in things and probably don’t provide much support. Swimming anyone? Oh, no, wait, I don’t have any swimming apparel that won’t fall to bits the minute I look at it sideways. Yeah, right. No, I am not up to making my own bathers/swimmers/cossie. Sigh. All right. Looks like it’s back to cycling on the kinetic trainer again. Can anyone recommend a good book that I might read while I’m torturing myself?!

Edited 2/11/12: Sorry, operator error, I think, but no tags!! fixing that forthwith.


Posted by on November 1, 2012 in Cycling


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