Thursday, December 07, 2006
You may notice in the photo that they are sheared round the edges with pinking shears. I love my pinking shears. I bought them because I 'needed' them and then for ages I couldn't remember what I 'needed' them for - but I eventually found a use for them and now couldn't live without them.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Monday, November 20, 2006
Sunday, November 19, 2006
In other news, I'm feeling a bit better about where I stand with regard to wedding preparations - thanks to a day off and a spot of retail therapy on Friday, I've bought about half of what will be the table decorations. Pretty vintage blue ceramics and strands of pearls. With big brown turkey feathers, they will fit right in with the theme.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Gave them to an inspiring friend at work today and she loved them. I knew she would.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
So now I can get back to my mother's day present which is only... 4 months overdue.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Last night we went for a walk, on a lead, in the back yard (I got home too late to venture further out). We sniffed the roses and no doubt got our nose pricked by the thorns. We scratched in the dirt and pretended to pee. Three times – it was a good spot. Then we tried to run in the leaves under the camelia bushes but that damn lead just isn’t long enough to have any fun. Then it was dark and we had to go back inside. Next time we will try buttering our paws (someone forgot).
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I woke up this morning to the sound of my cat talking to somebody. Normally he wakes me up by jumping on the bed and biting my feet, or jumping up onto the bedside table and sliding stuff around, so I immediately got up to investigate. I found him having a staring competition through the glass door in the living room, with a massive ginger cat (I’ll call him Heinz – big, red) that has been hanging around ever since we moved in. They met the other day through a screen door and after a period of adjustment (Calico scared and puffed up, Heinz staring), they started talking to each other. Heinz is far too well-fed to be homeless (so fat you can’t see his colar) and he acts like he’s been in our house before. Heinz isn’t scared of Calico – seems to be waiting for him to come out and play – just stares and stares – it’s kinda creepy. Not sure what will happen when they meet without a door between them… But I’m taking Calico for his first outside walk this afternoon. On a lead.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Calico will make the big move this weekend, once most of the furniture is moved in and he can run around without danger of getting stood on. Suggestions so far are to keep him inside for 2 weeks until he knows where he lives, and to put butter on his feet (I initially thought this was just so we could laugh at him trying to walk on the slate floors – but apparently we are supposed to butter him up and let him outside so he will lick his feet and know the taste of home). Any other suggestions?
Apparently the previous owners’ cat is buried under the 3rd rose bush from the left on the western side – not sure how long he’s been dead though so hopefully there is not too much residual cat smell around the house, or else Calico may feel the need to mark his territory in every room.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Yesterday I did a tour with my good friend VanBubbles and her fiance starting at fisherman's wharf, around the Presidio, to Golden Gate Bridge. All very good. Our tour guide (Romeo) latched onto the fact that 2 of us were australians and told us bad jokes. He wanted us to sit at the front of the bus but we declined - and even from the back of the bus he managed to pick us out regularly. I also managed to run into a couple of old school friends, here on holiday from London - small world!
I went shopping yesterday, in Haight-Ashtbury - lots of vintage/secondhand shops - I seriously had to restrain myself from gasping out loud at everything I touched - so many fabulous dresses! I bought some new jeans - may leave behind those others that I've patched several times already... And a couple of shirts... And some shoes, and a couple of books... I found a fabric store called Far Out Fabrics - Japanese prints were all I could see from the window, because it was closed. May have to go back there.
Friday, May 12, 2006
all paperwork is signed – now we just have to wait for settlement.
I have been moaning about the inconveniences of running 2 houses for months, but now that we’re actually moving in together it’s a little bit scary. What if we can’t agree on whose plates to keep? Or what drawer the tea towels go in? Or whether the cat is allowed on the coffee table? More importantly, whether the cat is allowed to lick the plates when we’ve finished eating? So many issues… We’re frequently having discussions at the moment about how to discipline said cat. Which may be a moot point because the cat seems to be fairly indifferent to all methods of discipline – but what will we be like when we have children??
1/2 tsp ground cardamom or the seeds of 3 cardamom pods
150g butter, chopped
1 1/2 cups SR flour
1 1/4 cups caster sugar
1/2 cup plain yoghurt
zest of 1 lime
Process pistachios and cardamom in a food processor until just chopped. Add butter, flour and 3/4 cups sugar and process until crumbly (can be done by hand with a wooden spoon). Add the combined eggs and yoghurt and mix well. Pour into greased 20cm round cake tin (make sure the top of the cake is flattened). Bake 45-50 min at 180C.
To make syrup: heat water and remaining 1/2 cup sugar over low heat until dissolved. Bring to boil, add lime zest and boil gently 5 min.
Once cake is cool, poke some holes in the cake with a skewer and slowly pour strained syrup over cake.
Sponky and I have had several visits to the quilting store recently to purchase supplies to make baby quilts, mostly. We have spent considerable time taking fabrics down from shelves, spreading them out here and there on the floor, hemming and hawwing about whether there are too many stripes, or not enough colour contrast, or whether batik prints are allowed at all (eventually we agreed to disagree on that one). Then, after deploying the trusty credit card to pay for said purchases, we go off happily exhausted to have coffee and cake. I didn't notice - I was having too much fun mixing up the fabrics - until Sponky pointed it out, that the quilt store ladies look down their noses at us for numerous reasons.
- Example 1: Sponky was looking for a 1" bias binding maker, and they said in snooty voice "oh no, we like our binding a little finer than that".
- Example 2: djbebe was looking for bright red blanket binding, and they said in equally snooty voice "oh no, I'm afraid we only have apricot and lavender - you know, most people use this for baby blankets" and I said "well I'm making a baby blanket, but it's red, and apricot just won't cut the mustard". Actually, in the end, I couldn't find red anywhere so I used royal blue which is maybe even better.
Personally, I think quilting (everything?) is easier if you do it in a way that comes naturally - once you have the basics - rather than following the rules. Sponky - maybe this is why you had so much trouble quilting the black and white quilt? And maybe this is why I prefer to buy my fabric at thrift stores.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but these and these are finally the inspiration I needed (see, monitoring crafty blogs is useful!). I have plenty of scraps, and I think brown and orange are the colours for me… This has to go on the bottom of the list though, after all the baby stuff I need to make for friends. My schedule will go to pieces if somebody pops early!
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
How can this be: no yellow and white fabric? I need to go shopping! Although I did a list last night of all my “urgent” craft projects because I’m feeling somewhat overwhelmed, and it seems I have a lot to get done in the next few weeks (before I go to San Francisco) so I may not get to this month’s tie one on… But there’s always next month – or even the next…
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Any ideas on what to see in San Fran between the hours of midnight and 9am?
On another note, must go home and locate my passport.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
this is my only problem – at work, I don’t have a garden to swish the leaves into. I do have a window but I’m scared I may scald an unsuspecting gardener – OHS issues. I did see a very cool thing this morning on treehugger which I think would work much better than the thing that I have (which I keep forgetting to use)
an illustrated tutorial on blind hemming:
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Monday, March 06, 2006
I made heaps of ice and nobody asked for any. The children loved the red garage. I put out all the chairs I own, in various rooms, and everyone chose to sit on the floor in the lounge room. My brother got the time wrong and turned up after everyone else had gone home. But all in all, it went well. Glad I finally got around to it.
Friday, March 03, 2006
seriously, I’ve never done that before, I always feel too guilty. But I was running late to pick up my Indian takeaway, I’d already driven once around the block, it was raining, and I was only going to be a minute. But I still felt guilty.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
took the photo, brought the camera into work, cropped the image, and then deleted it. Sometimes I think I should go back to Windows where there is a recycle bin. I also deleted it from my camera, so I have to go home and start again, with taking the photo.
If you go shopping after 7, you have a choice of ONE mattress shop. We tried a number of mattresses, and (naturally) liked the most expensive one. Is it worth spending $1899 on a mattress, albeit made out of 100% latex and assembled in Australia, with virtually no “partner disturbance”? AND, if we decide to get this one, we have to wait 5 weeks.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Although I mean no actual physical harm to my victim, it felt good, like a form of release. Since then, I have just used it as one would normally use a pincushion: absently inserting pins as one is sewing. And I think since part of the voodoo magic is surely the malice one feels for one's victim as one is inserting the pins, one might have to take time aside from sewing and insert pins into it with feeling. However my voodoo pincushion is always handy, since I'm never far from my sewing machine, and it is also handy to have the voodoo disguised in pincushion form - thus avoiding embarrassing explanations when visitors discover instruments of voodoo on the coffee table.
Friday, February 10, 2006
I planted some seeds that have been in my kitchen drawer for a year or so – there’s four packets, and there’s only two labels – so I’ve planted some of each to see if they grow and what they might be. And after only 4 days, some are already sprouting. Looks like some kind of brocolli/cauliflower and snow peas so far. I forgot to mark which packets went with which punnets – so will have to do that for the next batch. It’s exciting!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
And to make things worse, the poor books are scarred by bar codes and stickers and dewey decimal numbers - or worse, the part of the cover that had the bar code has been cut out, leaving an unsightly gap. This makes them somewhat of a second-class item at secondhand stores, so these poor books may never be read or loved again. They might be a bargain at the library booksale for a dollar or two, but they have very little resale value.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
- even if you put on a kilo or two they still fit comfortably
- cool and breezy, and satisfy almost any dress code
- simply fold over the top for adjustable length
- can also be used as a blanket, nanna-type knee rug, sunshade or neck-pillow
- easiest thing in the world to make - no darts, buttons, zips, sleeves, plackets, pleats, facings - not a curve in sight
- if you sit in something that leaves an embarrassing stain, just turn the garment upside down - stain gone - or at least moved to somewhere less embarrassing
Big shout out to Betty Sue, who brought me some fabulous fabric from India which I didn't make into anything for ages because I didn't want to make something that I might not like. So the other day I just hemmed the edges and voila - the best looking sarong in town. And if I find a pattern one day that I want to make it into something else, I still can because I didn't need to use my scissors at all.