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A busy busy time for weeks and weeks, with work, home, crafting, being a mum, generally juggling life.
I now work in London two days a week – it was three short days, now it’s two slightly longer days. It is exhausting but sometimes can be fun. One of the best things, oddly enough, is walking from Charing Cross station to the top of Oxford Street. I wiggle my way there through Seven Dials and often admire the shops and cafes. It feels very continental with pavement tables and chairs and little boutiques. At the moment there are flags strewn across the main road and it is quite festive – think of summer fetes, though the sun isn’t always shining! A few weeks ago there was a lovely display outside Gudrun Sjödén Ltd at 65-67 Monmouth Street (in fact their windows and displays are often fabulous!). This one was so nice I had to take a snap. A garden in a chair – a great idea that I would like to emulate one day too.
When I have had time I have been sewing and knitting to my heart’s content. There are still many WIPs but I have actually finished a few things too. I shall pop pics on here soon. I now work for a knitting online retailer – can you imagine what a ‘sweet shop’ it is for me?! So many yarns, so many projects ….. colleagues are now suggesting a KAL called After The Rain. I might just join in, though what colour to choose to make it in…. Perhaps something cool for next summer, like a cotton/linen mix.
So away to click the needles on my current project that needs to be finished by the time No 1 son starts Uni in September. One more UFO becomes again a WIP which means I can consider a new project!
A bit of a long gap between wordpressings …
Fridays are still fairly good, still fairly indulgent – oh lucky me!
This morning I sat and sewed, I played with fabric and ideas. I made a selection of little things to go to a local shop and perhaps someone might even buy a few ….. something newish for me this time, fabric gifts. I tried knitted ones in the same place in the winter and they were a hit/miss. I sold a few but not all. The ones I thought would particularly go like hot cakes didn’t and others flew out of the basket much quicker than I’d anticipated. I don’t think I was great at planning what I was making and possibly started a little late for the winter 2015 season. So, it’s coming into summer and I am trying to produce my summer projects in a more orderly manner and will attempt to refresh stock with different ideas as the weeks go by.
But silly me – I dropped them off without taking a photo first! I made a few items a couple of weeks ago (storage baskets and peg bags) and today added childrens hairbands, scented wardrobe sachets and a zipped bag. Cutesy, ditzy fabric, pretty ribbons, handy sizes, simple prices. What a lovely way to spend my day ‘off’!
More to follow … photos next time.
I’ve got that Friday feeling – when you feel your work is almost done and the weekend is about to begin. It’s odd but strangely pleasant as I officially finished my working week on Wednesday! I have no plans for tonight and a quiet weekend ahead of me. The weather forecast is cold, wet, maybe even with a flurry of snow. I have yarn and needles, food in the cupboard, family at home, so I think I am all set for a happy few days.
When I worked full time away from home years ago this time of day (mid afternoon on a Friday) brought excitement and anticipation to the fore. It often brought sheer panic at the same time as I looked at how much work needed to be completed before I could shut up the office and head home! There were many times weekends started at 5.05pm on a Friday night with a few drinks in the pub before getting a later train home. There were other times when I dashed home as fast as possible and speedily changed into my glad-rags ready to go straight out again. Then there were some Fridays where I called in the curry house on the way home to place an order for a meal to be delivered half an hour later once I’d reached home and put my cosy clothes on for a lazy evening on the sofa! Then there were Fridays with a toddler at my ankles, those Fridays where I couldn’t wait for my hubby to get home and takeover the childcare. Oh what a lot of different Fridays there have been. I could go on and on ..
What about now? What about recent Fridays? Well, Fridays are just for me. I can be selfish on Fridays during the day. I consider myself very lucky on Fridays. Sometimes I stay in my pjs a bit longer than other days, maybe even watch some breakfast tv followed by a little daytime tv too. Fridays can be for catching up with friends and/or chores or I can create things for pleasure or to sell ‘one day’. I decide how to spend my Fridays and luckily at the moment this does not involve working elsewhere.
So today, coffee and a giggle with a friend, a trip to the gym (to work off the almond croissant eaten with the friend), homemade soup for a late lunch sitting on the sofa followed by a little knitting. Sadly the knitting became a mini disaster but I didn’t let that bother me, no, not on a Friday!
The end of the day will hopefully be just as indulgent.
A treat of a weekend – I actually knitted for myself! I have the back and half a front of a chunky pink cardigan just for me, yay! I had been putting other projects first for a couple of weeks. If I switch between little hats to sell and this one big project I might actually finish it in time to wear this winter. I love the colour but I am not loving the wool, sadly. I hope it grows on me as it grows on the needles. It was a reasonable priced yarn and I thought I would give it a try based on the colour alone, not something I would usually do (Cascade Pacific Chunky). That’s the one thing with shopping online for yarn and textiles. I like the convenience of shopping on line and do it a lot, but I also like visiting stores to stroke and squish wools and fabrics. Thank goodness I am lucky enough to be able to do both (and often do which leads to a stash to rival knitting and haberdashery shops!).
This weekend also confirmed I don’t much like knitting on long, plastic needles. I haven’t knitted on plastic needles regularly for years, usually opting for bamboo or rosewood from my collection. The pink yarn cast on needed quite a long needle and at the cast on stage these 35mm Pony needles were just handily poking out from one of my needle rolls (having had a slight accident knocking the needle roll off the shelf the day before). I quickly switched to birch for both the smoothness, weight and also these ones are very pretty too, being a rosy pink to match the yarn! The yarn just didn’t travel along smoothly for me on the plastic needles. Knitting needles are an item of choice for everyone and it is not for me to tell anyone to avoid them, however I know I will not choose plastic ones if I can help it for future projects.
So, no photo of the pink one yet but here’s a taste of a current hat – this one will be for a 6-12month old baby, rather vintage don’t you think? Using a Knitpro circular needle here.
I took a step back as the calendar changed to 2015. I didn’t launch head long into making huge changes or decisions. I am too aware of years gone past where I have made promises to myself that were either impossible to keep or just petered out after a few days or weeks.
Therefore there was no blog post directly on 1st January, no New Years Resolutions as such, although it did make me muse about the future. I got to thinking about something an old work colleague said when I was quite young. I didn’t ‘get it’ at the time, in fact I thought he was just being tight. St Valentine’s Day was approaching and I was anticipating dinner out with a fairly new boyfriend. My colleague said St Valentine’s Day was an excuse for retailers and restaurants to bump up their prices and overcharge everybody. He also said the media encouraged us to make sure we said ‘I Love You’ on that one day whereas he said it to his wife everyday (lucky wife!). I wondered why he questioned being told to say ‘I Love You’ at all.
I guess you can possibly say similar rules apply to New Year’s Eve celebrations. Don’t get me wrong here. I am not bah humbug at all about New Year. I love New Year! I have very happy memories of being proposed to and accepting as one year turned into another. I have great memories of parties and other celebrations with friends here and abroad as clocks changed. However, it is so true that many restaurants charge a lot extra to eat out on 31st December, many supermarkets bring out ‘special’ food (sometimes more expensive too) for the same date. Yes, you have to factor in paying staff, keeping venues open out of hours, but is it really overdone these days? And, why is it that people take this date to review the past year and make changes? Why don’t we do it on May 3rd, September 7th or any other date? Historically it was when the calendar was reset in the 1500’s but mostly nowadays it revolves around making keep fit decisions rather than being farmers and being aware of the seasons!
I had been thinking I was barely keeping my head above water for some time. November became rather a blur. I had been working hard, newish job, lots to learn. I had been trying to juggle home life, being a good wife and mother. I was struggling to keep healthy and to keep off the pounds I had lost in the past 18 months. It all seemed to work but I was exhausted and not enjoying most things. The seeds of change were planted in November, which did mean a change of working hours before Christmas, for the better. December, amongst the juggling, obligatory family stuff took place. As always we came out of Christmas feeling we had done our bit for the season but this year I felt flat and pushed and pulled every which way.
So, between Christmas and New Year I started to take stock of my life at ‘the moment’, not particularly long term but ‘for now’. I am part of an online knitting forum but had taken on board more commitment on it for three years. I decided to give that up, enjoy some time for me on the forum. I didn’t want to dash fellow knitters hopes but had to put myself first this time and it feels good that I have. Secondly, I decided to try and sell some of my knitted things again. There was an opportunity proposed to me in Spring 2014, I hadn’t taken it up but I have done so now. It is very casual but in a week I have sold 25% of my items – which to me is good news. I still dash from day to day but sometimes consciously stop and ‘smell the roses’. For example, on the train platform the other day I was surrounded by fellow commuters, six of which in the near vicinity were wearing headphones. They all seemed unaware of their surrounding. I stood waiting for the train, basking in the sunshine streaming down upon us, just taking stock of the start of the day and felt calm and relaxed when the train arrived.
A couple of pics just for show off ! A trip to Greenwich in London pre Christmas. A lovely snap of The Cutty Sark. Well worth a visit if you are up that way.
Knitting more in my mind than in actuality. Anyone else not settling down to it? There’s always so many other things to be done this time of year! Who am I kidding? Just myself. I could pick up the needles but find myself getting distracted by searching for patterns and yarn online. If I actually downloaded or bought all the patterns I am drawn to I would have enough to keep me going for years! Likewise if I actually knitted my stash – but as any true knitter knows, they will never get down to not having a stash! ha ha!
My green tunic sits across the lounge peeking out of the top of it’s project bag. It showed promise but it has temporarily lost momentum. I started a man’s hat for a Secret Santa gift – it was supposed to be a quick knit and I was going great guns on it, steady for two train journeys in one day. Then ….. I found out my Secret Santa gift was to be for a girl in the office – trust me to have taken a gamble – so man’s hat on hold and girl’s hat cast on and half done last night. Of course some could ask why did I start or why didn’t I start a unisex hat? I ask myself that – guess I got carried away with the yarn to hand (a happy half hour perusing my stash!) Besides, when I was given the girl’s name I realise she is very ‘girly’ and just needs a ‘girly’ hat! One week to go – easy peasy – it will be off the pins by end of the day tomorrow. Then to decide on which embellishment – flower or pompom?
The weekend has been busy, apart from the crafting. Hubby full of cold so he needed some TLC . Teenager tetchy so he needed a little TLC but a more hands off approach. Christmas decs up, courtesy of hubby, who finds it hard to sit and do nothing but at least he agreed not to leave the house (my idea of speeding up his recuperation, staying at home that is, probably his idea of hell!) When son and I popped out to pick up hubby’s Christmas gift he was agast not to be invited, but luckily we had a very good excuse to stop him coming.
So, weekend over and it will soon by Monday.
What a shattering week it has been. A week of disappointments and frustrations. I am over tired, have been over-wrought and thank goodness the week is almost over itself! (It’s now Saturday afternoon. When do you say your week begins, Sundays or Mondays? For me it is Mondays. I digress…)
A frustrating week: buses were late, trains cancelled, colleagues absent, work extreme, teenager a ‘stroppy’ teenager. The weather turned cold and chilly, the skies were grey all day and to see photos on line of my hubby in the Dubai sunshine enjoying his holiday (oops, business trip!) added to the despair of the week. Disappointments briefly: work ethic not being appreciated, being a good mother, being a successful wife. There were a few bright lights, namely a morning spent with friends on Thursday and a satisfying parents evening giving praise to my teenager (no strops that evening from either of us, wahay!).
When I am a lone parent for a few days I revel in the chaos of my life and home. I rule the roost, I tidy when I want to (usually half an hour before anyone else comes over), I craft more and generally have a ‘break’ from week to week routine. This week it just has not worked out that way. The knitting did not take off – I kept running out of time to knit – my time management sucked. The sewing remained on the dining table space, left neglected and unloved.
So thank goodness for this morning! Look what I made – mine is the navy spotted one. Four friends met and sewed together. The lovely Carrie helped us make a padded coathanger (one friend popped in to say hi, sup a coffee and did not stay long, so did not sew). This has been a project on the back burner for months. Twice we had arranged to meet and make it but with all of us and our chaotic lives it wasn’t until today that it actually happened. Friends, sewing needles, fabric, girl heaven. Therapy in a couple of hours.