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Another post in my series where I don’t say much at all – or not as much as usual anyway.
I made a lovely Eastern Jewels blanket last year
and then gave it to my daughter.
I miss it.
I worked out if I bought just another 4 balls and substituted a couple of the colours with some from my stash I could make another one for me.
So, I’ve made a start
This is because the knitted cardigan I’m making is too complicated to do in front of the telly but there are only so many crochet dishcloths one person needs and the ‘devil makes work for idle hands’ or, in my version ‘idle hands make me fall asleep’.
See what I mean
I’m making slow progress but am hoping to speed up as I get used to the pattern.
Would it be cheating if I did the back in stocking stitch? Please say ‘no’.
After all the octagons
and all the squares, the large triangles and the small triangles,
and the seemingly endless ends to be sewn in.
After going maverick and doing a slightly different border in different colours,
taking a deep breath, hand washing it and spinning it for a short time tied in a pillow case with a couple of bath sheets to prevent too much agitation, as recommended,
blocking it out to a 45 inch square on several yoga mats
I started this in late October when I was in the U.K. looking after my Mum with my sisters.
Finished in April just before going back over to the U.K. to see my daughter in her new flat for the first time.
I’ve loved every minute of making this – well, apart from sewing in the ends that is but, if you do them as you go along it’s not so bad.
I would never have put all these colours together myself but it’s been so cleverly worked out that the overall effect is really stunning and just goes to prove that going outside your comfort colour zone now and then can be a revelation.
So – we put the flags out – or the patchwork flag up – something I’ve been
nagging reminding Mr. T. to help me with for some time now and, as you can see, it didn’t end up in the long, empty corridor as discussed in my earlier post but in the lovely old rickety wooden stairway leading up to the top floor.
Now, what’s next?
Actually, I won’t lie, I’ve already ordered another kit – a different one this time and it should be here by the time I get back from my U.K. trip so I’ll show you then but I am definitely going to make this one again in the future.
Well, I’ve got the pattern now, it would be silly not to.
You may remember that last year my dogs ate the plums from our trees from the unripe to rotting stage and would do so all day long if allowed to. The evenings were not pleasant.
Mr. T. decided that he would cut all twelve trees down as they are very old and the plums are not particularly nice anyway – well, at least we didn’t think so. The fig trees are also a doggy favourite but I couldn’t quite part with them so they are staying for the moment.
In future, all fruit trees will be planted on the other side of the fence that cordons off a part of the garden that the dogs haven’t got access to (apart from when they dig holes and get under the fence).
All three dogs have now discovered acorns so our walks are slowed down considerably by them snuffling around eating all the acorns they can find but, luckily, these do not seem to produce the gaseous emissions that plums do so I’m not overly worried about it although I must check they’re not toxic to dogs or anything. (Update: Yes, they are – please see note at the bottom of the post). I truly believe my dogs will eat anything – the more disgusting the better.
I have also become a bit more squirrel this month and have reverted to my old habit of hoarding fabric. I made a pair of trousers at long last and, flushed with success, placed an order for dressmaking fabric in the mistaken belief that I need more clothes or that Mlle. Tialys the Younger will be persuaded into dresses any time soon. The trouble is, dresses are my favourite clothing item to make but I live in jeans and so does Mlle. T. What am I to do? I think perhaps a solution might be to make more ‘tops’. That way I can indulge myself with nice fabric and make pretty things but put jeans on underneath. Of course, that might mean I’ll have to buy more patterns as most of mine are for dresses.
I have a clear cutting table at the moment while I await Mr. T’s return from the U.K. with my latest haul so I will make a second pair of trousers while I remember how to do it.
Meanwhile, I am making progress with the Eastern Jewels crochet blanket and have joined the first two rows together – only two more to go! The more I do, the more I love it, the less I feel I will be able to part with it.
I took some time off from the crochet to knit up a couple of cotton dishcloths in my bid to cut down wasteful buying of kitchen towels, etc. but I’ve only managed two so far. I’m going to try crochet ones next as they will probably be quicker.
I’ve also been making waxed wraps in an attempt to cut down on single use plastic such as cling film but they are in use around cheese and the tops of bowls. When I make some new ones – using beeswax this time instead of pure soy wax – I’ll show you some pics.
My fabric arrived from Laughing Hedgehog – don’t you just love the name – a company I hadn’t used before but they had the French General fabric I was looking for to back my Shabby Union Jack.
I was very lucky because I had ordered 1.5m which was being very optimistic but this was apparently the end of bolt so she kindly put all 1.8 m in for me which turned out to be just right. I used the plain grey/brown for binding and, as you can see, decided to put a sleeve in just in case it ended up as a wall hanging rather than a throw.
Here it is as a throw
and here is the long, plain corridor – leading to the loo and Mlle. T. the Younger’s
chamber of horrors bedroom – where it might end up on the wall.
I think it needs a bit of something don’t you?
I’ll let you know where it ends up.
I did eventually Google the risks and found this amongst lots of other warnings –
Exposure to acorns in dogs is common in the autumn and winter months. The toxic ingredient is thought to be tannic acid, which can cause damage to the liver and kidneys. Signs include vomiting, diarrhoea (with or without blood), abdominal pain, inappetance and lethargy. Ingested acorns can also cause an intestinal blockage.
So, best not let your dog be more squirrel after all.
I showed you the muslin for the Kwik Sew pyjamas I made from the vintage sheet last time, now the real thing is finished.
I used some plain scrap fabric for the collar, cuffs and pocket top and some buttons I’d bought for something else at one time or another now lost in the mists of time and memory.
I bought the Liberty tana lawn on Ebay – 3m for 20 quid which was a bargain – somebody was having a de-stash which I might do one of these days (yeah, right!). I’ve only used 1.5m for these so I have yet more Liberty tana lawn in my stash now. I’m sure I’ll find a use for it eventually. Maybe I could make the long bottoms for when there are visitors.
I’m sure you will be glad that I decided to let one of my old mannequins model them, rather than subject you to another view of my legs (even though it was a blurry photo). I had to faff about with the shorts because of the pole and they’re still not hanging right but you get the idea.
I suspect flat buttons are the norm for pyjama tops but these go so well with the colours I had to use them even though they might dig in me when I’m asleep. I don’t sleep on my front so I should be O.K. but, if not, I’ll change them for something more practical. I don’t know how women sleep on their fronts – don’t their lady bumps get in the way? It’s not supposed to be good for your back anyway so don’t do it although it is supposed to be good for preventing snoring so I might suggest it to Mr. T. who is a champion snorer and hasn’t got any lady bumps so there’s no excuse. Anyway, I digress – note the double top stitching. One line is just down the edge and I did that easily enough on the muslin but I chickened out of doing the second line which follows the line of the facing. I didn’t want the bobbin thread on top so you sort of have to follow the line of the facing on the inside from the outside, if you know what I mean. It’s the sort of tricksy finishing touch you do at the end that usually goes wrong for me and then I get upset because everything else went well and then I mess up at the last hurdle. However – this time it worked.
Even though, in close up, they look like I’ve already slept in them (because I didn’t iron them again before taking the photos) I haven’t so I will report on the comfort factor after several sleeps.
Just to let you know – my hand seems to have recovered quite nicely from the repetitive strain injury, arthritis, tendonitis or whatever else it was that was causing me pain. I am still wearing my craft gloves though – when I remember – and have bought some more so that I have one up in my workroom for sewing and one downstairs for when I’m wrestling with wool.
Speaking of which, here’s my progress on the Eastern Jewels blanket. I’m making the squares and triangles for each row and joining up as I go, as well as weaving in the endless ends, so it won’t be such a shock at the end.
The more I do the less I feel I will want to part with it.
Now I’ve finished the second pair of P.J.s I am tackling a quilting project I started a few years ago which I kept glimpsing, peeking at me accusingly from a corner of my workroom. I’m not even sure whether I like it any more but the fabric was too expensive to discard so I’ll press on and see what happens. I want to get quilting projects out of the way in preparation for the next block swap I’m participating in which will probably start in March/April this year.
What are you up to this weekend? Are you starting a new project or continuing with an existing one. Or are you doing nothing whatsoever to do with crafting? I’ll still be interested. Honest!!
………Possibly Due to Repetitive Strain Injury (mostly of the knitting/crochet/sewing kind) or Possibly Not.
Unfortunately I have still not found the diplomas, certificates and whatevers that qualify me as a medical doctor – but I’m sure I took the hippocratic oath some time in the past – or was it all a dream?
However, pressing on regardless – though only gently as I have had a hurty hand – I tried out some remedies to see if anything would help before I have to go and sit in a germ ridden waiting room at a Doctor’s surgery where actual certificates are displayed, money has to be handed over and tests are prescribed.
These are my findings – in order of testing, not effectiveness.
1. The Potions
An anti-inflammatory taken at night when the pain first started which helped me get a bit of sleep. Normally, a glass of wine would have done this job for me but, in a cruel twist of fate, I’m doing Dry January so this remedy was denied to me.
Useless on this occasion.
This seemed to work although that might be because I froze my hand so effectively it was not capable of feeling anything anyway. Also, I didn’t wrap the ice up well enough on one occasion and gave myself freezer burn thus making the cure worse than the ailment. Use with caution.
A useful aid to impress people at Zumba/Pilates classes where I don’t mention knitting but let people imagine me hurtling down the mountains on skis, falling off my carbon steel bike, jogging on slippy ground, etc. (none of which I actually do) – but not that comfortable and too bulky to do anything much whilst wearing it.
Well, anything’s worth a try isn’t it? It’s quite pretty too.
My zumba/pilates teacher recommended rolling a small ball (my one is a cat toy) between the palms of your hands for a couple of minutes every morning. Apparently it ‘gets the fluid moving’. You can also use it under your feet but I don’t recommend that first thing in the morning unless you are fully awake. Ask me how I know.
7. The Handeze Glove
This was recommended by a fellow blogger and, despite looking slightly creepy, seems to be doing a good job. It’s very comfortable and discreet and doesn’t impede you at all whilst sewing/knitting/crochet but, because of that, I keep forgetting I’ve got it on and start washing my hands or cleaning out the oven wearing it. (well, o.k., not cleaning out the oven because I can’t remember the last time I did that and, anyway, it’s supposed to clean itself although I can’t say it does a very good job).
It’s probably worth wearing as a preventative measure in future and I might buy one for my other hand too.
8. The Rest and Relaxation
Be like Leon
I can report that my hand is actually feeling a lot better. I am getting the occasional twinge but not the constant discomfort I was having before. Of course, having tried all the above remedies, I have no idea which one actually works but I would say the last one is probably the most important. Don’t overdo things in the first place and don’t try to force yourself through a pain barrier – crafting is not aerobics.
So, I managed to get another octagon made for my Eastern Jewels blanket but, heeding my own advice, I took a few short sessions to do it rather than one long one. Patience is not really one of my virtues though so we’ll see how long I can stick to this new and different cautious approach.
important note; In case you are labouring under any illusion – which I doubt – I am, and never was, a real Doctor of any description.