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getting another run

Wedding bunting

A bit wrinkled after more than two years in storage, but still looking fabulously festive 🙂

Middle Niece was married on Friday. The reception was held at her parents’ house, under a marquee on the back lawn. Among the decorations? The photo is a little blurry – phone cameras have their limitations, after all – but I’m sure you’ll get the general idea. It was lovely to see the made-by-me bunting adorning another celebration. This space was smaller than the previous one, with a steeper ceiling pitch, so the bunting appeared much denser and it certainly draped differently.

On the subject of matters crafty, I’m still knitting the scrappy scarf or shawl. It’s making progress. I’ve decided to embrace the knot. There seem to be many in the yarn I’m using and there’s a limit to my patience for dealing with them. My theory is that you’d be hard pushed to notice the occasional bump when the scarf is tucked under a coat collar, as is likely to be its final destination.

Also, I’ve booked to attend a beginners’ weaving course. It’s being held near the town where I grew up, so Dr B and YoungB will cycle the Riesling Trail (more info) while I learn all about looms, weft and warp and other wondrous new terms.

Whatever you’ve been doing, I hope your plans are all turning out exactly as you’d expected. Mine never do; but I hope yours are!

 

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excavations

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Well, you know, it keeps me off the streets!

That excavator seems to be still waving its bucket around, but at least we now have some happier, sillier things for it to excavate, in among the health issues and potential surgery. The potential surgery would be for Dr B, much as we’d like to avoid it. But if it’s necessary, then he’ll have it done and I’ll take some time off work to soothe his fevered brow while he recovers.

The happier excavations include the forthcoming family wedding and all the usual, “OMG, what AM I going to do for a decent dress?” dilemmas. But even more than that, as Middle Aunt and I agreed when we were discussing wedding attire, there’s the all-but-insoluble dilemma around the availability of shoes that don’t hurt but look acceptable. Yeah, not thick on the ground. On the other hand, we agreed it’s not world-shattering if you end up with something less elegant than you’d hoped for if it means you can walk. Priorities. Right?

She and I have both recently had optometry appointments and are eagerly awaiting our new specs. I haven’t had new specs for six years. That’s pretty good going. When I was picking out which of the multifocals I wanted, the girl who was explaining their various attractions started to talk about how one version is easy to scratch. But then, she pointed out with a bit of a laugh, I plainly don’t scratch my glasses. No. They’re either on my face or waiting to be put on my face, so the likelihood of their getting scratched is remote. Not beyond possible, but extremely improbable. It would, I suggest, be the result of a significant accident; in which case, scratched glasses might be the  least of anybody’s worries.

YoungB submitted his last ever essay (for a while, anyway. Nobody would ever suggest he might not return to study at some point in the future). We had a group hug to celebrate that, but agreed that the champagne can wait until graduation day. We also agreed it has been a long five years. But, you know, here we are and there he is and now let’s try to find a silver lining in the Centrelink queue when he rocks up there on Monday!!! (That would be our dole office equivalent, if you think I’m talking gibberish.)

And the simple shawl that I’m knitting? Yes, that’s making progress, too. It’s keeping me out of mischief while Dr B watched telly and that’s all it needs to do. 🙂

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2018 in Health, Knitting, Musing

 

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the next stage

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2017 has been a challenging year in some unexpected ways, although we’ve attended fewer funerals, and all the overseas cousins are still with us. They are both good things. 2018 will include YoungB’s graduation and Middle Niece’s wedding, so we’ll have much to celebrate in the coming year.

It’s exciting that YoungB has finished his degrees; and remarkably odd to be giving him tips for his first serious job application! I don’t mean that his previous job applications weren’t serious; simply, they were all for part-time positions where a snappy LinkedIn profile wasn’t necessary. This is a full-time position with a government department, albeit for a fixed-length contract. Sadly, the fixed-length-contract paradigm is likely to persist throughout his working career, but you have to start somewhere. Naturally, we have our fnigres corsesd that it’s at least an interview-winning effort.

I completed the crocheted rug, finishing off with five rows of double crochet (US single crochet): four in the teal, and one in a flecked blue that worked with everything but which I hadn’t used earlier. I admit that, because I was still wrapping presents on the way to Christmas lunch, I ended up darning in the last of the ends late on Christmas Day. No harm done: I gave it to Youngest Aunt when we saw her on Boxing Day. Of course, and it really is of course, there was an accompanying lavender bag. The rug won’t match Youngest Aunt’s lounge suite, but we agreed that it would contrast beautifully. Or she could use it to keep her warm when she sits on one of the old lounge chairs on her front verandah. You see? There’s always someone who’ll love your handmade output. In the same spirit, this year Youngest Aunt gifted everyone a jar of her home-pickled olives, beautifully labelled and wrapped. Dr B is thoroughly enjoying those!

We spent Christmas Day and Boxing Day with family and friends; there are few things better. I hope that you had a similarly enjoyable celebration, and that 2018 is a happy and fulfilling year for you.

 
 

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