Look at what the old woman has got into the house. I don’t like it. If I look away will it be gone?
No such luck, my magic isn’t powerful enough
She put it on my floor!
Is it alive?
It doesn’t smell alive!
Look at it looking at me! No, I don’t like it! I’m going to sit under the couch for a while perhaps it’ll get bored and be when I come out.
See? Ignoring it did the trick!
Having it. Any Comments I might’ve wanted to make on my daily reads … thrown down the gurgler by WP.
Sorry, #Content Catnip. Sorry, #exacticablog. Sorry, the two or three others of you. Why do I have to be logged in to make a comment? Why isn’t that stated before I start typing? All my words, disappeared into the ether again.
Not that my words are of an earth-shattering quality that must be saved at all costs! Not at all. It’s the loss of a possibility to communicate that I regret.
An unproductive day represented by a stripped shrub.
There’s so much gate-keeping happening everywhere. I’m blaming that on the lessening of good online communications. I suppose it’s a good thing for face-to-face socializations. We’ll have to go back to them out of sheer frustration.
Called my Night and Day Pharmacy to repeat a couple of scripts, to be ready for the drought during the public holidays. They called me back, said they couldn’t repeat e-scripts only paper ones. Huh? Why not? Didn’t have any problem before? I called the Doctor’s surgery. Can’t get an appointment to iron the problem out till next week. Cutting it very fine again. I have 20 days supply remaining … gets me to the New Years long weekend. Nerve wracking.
But, I will say, a kind receptionist said she would call the pharmacy to see what was what. She’ll be calling me back. And she did, and she fixed the problem. I will take Reception@HealthCarePlus a bunch of flowers tomorrow. They are wonderful!
“Take the flowers on Monday,” my sister said. “They can enjoy them all week then.”
Will do.
I’m trying to sew/embroider the tiger’s face. I need something like ‘button yarn’ for the whiskers. Button Yarn? Usually I use ordinary sewing yarn doubled for sewing on buttons. I’ve never heard of Button Yarn. The ears are too big and they still have to be stuffed. I may need to re-open the neck seam and stuff the face more.
Tiger, looking kind of dumb without ears or eyes and with hanging threads.
Bleh … that reminds me of Linus.
Best belly seam I’ve ever seen …
Best seam I’ve ever sewn in a knitted article … who says you can’t teach the old crew new tricks?
After the knitting comes the sewing and stuffing …
But, because of the intricacy of the knit, there can be no sewing the whole thing together and then stuffing it.
Here I’ve sewn the two body-sides together at the spine, sewn up the four legs and stuffed them, and was about to start on the tail when I discovered the underside must be done before the back and tail.
The written instructions?
The written instructions are terse. I’m having to guess and gamble in places. Such as, pay out a front paw so the underside will stretch far enough to take in the backleg on that side sufficiently.
Because of course no hand-knitter will ever achieve exactly the same tension as another hand-knitter.
The tiger knit is incrementing at four lines per day about every second day. It’s turned out harder on my hands than I expected.
Finer knitting needles than I’m accustomed to, 8 ply yarn, and a tension that needs to be tight to prevent the stuffing later from showing through.
The stripes are quite intricate to knit. I’m having to check the pattern chart every couple of stitches and naturally the two colours get tangled no matter how I arrange them.
So this is my daytime knit.
Nights, while watching TV, or—I confess—any time I have ten or twenty minutes to spare, I’ve been working on my swirl shawl.
The yarn is Shadow 8 ply by Vera Moda, 60% cotton and 40% acrylic … one of those yarns you see marked down more than half its original price and you can’t resist buying. It’s very pleasant to knit.
A few more rows and I’ll need a longer flexible knitting needle.
Have just added in the left front leg. This knit has got to be one of the most challenging knits I’ve attempted so far … and I began knitting when I was nine.
Juffrouw Krauweel taught me and about twenty other 9 year olds when we were in Grade Three.
Juf stood in front of the class with her big knitting needles calling out the steps for each stitch … insteken, omslaan, doorhalen, af … (I can’t remember the last word in Dutch, maybe later)
I was an independent hussy where knitting was concerned and knitted without patterns most of my life.
This time however I’m following the directions stitch by stitch.
Rita de Heer 