87 sleeps to xmas

Vodka Bears

And I still haven’t started making things yet. Some of the things I plan to make will take some time, especially if wool is involved. Last year I decided that rather than inflict Boots smellies on friends and family, who hadn’t made specific requests, that I would force them all to suffer through my home-made gifts. They were primarily alcohol and crochet related. Toffee Vodka   ( Werthers originals ) Cranberry Gin ( Craisins & fresh Cranberries ) Red Hots Vodka ( Experimental Cinnamon flavoured. Very Sticky ) Dressing up things for small people ( aprons, shopping bags, fluffy skirts ) Various Crocheted things. fingerless mittens. hats. mug copies Vodka Gummy Bears ( see pic to left ) Out of those things, the cranberry gin, toffee vodka, and Vodka Gummy bears were the most popular. I am now searching Pinterest with interest to determine whats popular this year, wondering where … Continue reading


There was a long discussion the otherday about what, exactly, one calls a crochet-er. Which doesnt sound right. Crocheteer? Crochet-er ? I voted for hooker, which was surprisingly unpopular with the masses. Can’t imagine why. As you may gather from this, I decided that I wasnt going to mess my wrists up with NaNoWriMo this year. Heck no. Instead I have resumed crochet. Because who needs carpal tunnels anyway? I started small, in october, with a few balls of yarn from my mum’s old stash, and a packet of hooks from amazon, plus my old metal ones. Then I visited strontian with the parental units, and found http://theclippersheep.com . Yarn was purchased. recycled sari silk to be precise. And a wooden hook 7mm. And then I got Stitch and bitch crochet from amazon which led me further into misadventure. Then hobbicraft was having a three-for-the-price-of-two sale on yarn. So, anyway, … Continue reading

Deck the halls, and suchlike

Yuletide approacheth. Its less than 30 days to xmas and I have made no preparations whatsoever. No tree, no tinsel, no cake ( wait, I’ve asked sarah about the cake ), no shopping done, zip,nada,nilch,nothing.Its awesome.Why?Because its still NOVEMBER. And yes, okay, it seems that august is the month to start all the preparation, but seriously?

Xmas – the foretelling

’tis the weekend before Xmas and I am a packmule.

I have discovered that my Stupid Little Car ™ is actually a Tardis. I should have known. I had all the signs. It’s blue.


Anyway I discovered that the loading weight of a clio is precisely 85 metric tons.

If you think this means i went *shopping* you’d be right.

Sister *A* ( Names concealed to protect the guilty and hide me from her wrath ) decided to go shopping. In Leeds. Where I and Sister *B* ( You know who you are ) live.

Sister B came up with some hastily derived family emergency … leprosy I think, that prevented the poor dear from wearing her feet down to nubs and her fingers and visa to the bone as we whizzed through all the shops. [ only on day 1. By Day 2 she was part of the rampaging horde ]

We Did It. Without major bloodshed [ not being telekinetic sadly ] We managed to track down and locate 90% of the desired items. Including the Prada which Brother in law … erm …*A* demanded to go with his new Xmas outfits.

Budgetary constraints sadly meant that aforementioned Prada items were limited to the little ribbons that you get for spraying perfume on in Harvey Nicks. But they have a Prada Tag. And its the thought that counts really.

It wasnt that bad actually.

Items purchased included :-

Neice *a* – jr goth accessories [ I mean goth goth not iwannabeanindividualjustlikeeveryoneelse-goth]

Neice *b* – things with labels on the outside & sportswear

Neice *c* – small concealable items of mass destruction & Star Wars [ sith lord wannabe]

Neice *d* – The entire disney princess range [sith lord tendencies concealed under tulle netting]

Nephew *C* – things to dribble on / eat / both.

They’re all related…. Weird huh?

Late on the sunday evening the Car was packed. Some foolish persons thought we wouldnt get everything in my car and would have to form some sort of convoy [ viz me ]

Nah. With the seats folded down and the interdimensional portal opened up we got everything in. [Sisters A & B got everything in.

I watched while performing mental calculations on the compression ratio of my suspension]

Unloading was done in only 37 trips from kerb to upstairs place of concealment.

Brother in law *A* gave his highest accolade you got everything in. Huh [ Bag packers at all major supermarkets run in fear from this man !! ] Ta Da.

*** Yes we bought batteries. Of Course we bought batteries.

*** Of Course we packed them in the WRONG bag and left them in Leeds. It’s an xmas tradition.