June and Winter…

“There are two seasons in Scotland : June and Winter” Billy Connolly

Which pretty much holds true for the rest of the uk at the moment. And June was a bit hit and miss, even so.

So what was I doing in june?
Firstly… Not climbing this extremely tall pole on a freezing cold day. Do I need mention it was raining to?


I went back to Crail Pottery, bought more stoneware, and coveted some bowls.


Decided that the fiddly pink blanket I am making For K-k-katie , using the sarah london Wool Eater pattern in six shades of pink, was going to kill my fingers. So I broke out the Sugru and made custom thumb rests in my 4mm and 4.5mm hooks.


Visited my mum and dad, who live in an award winning village in Fife, and went to look at the beach. It was high tide, and it was raining, but… still a cracking view.


Came home via aunt peggy and uncle billy's house. Stripped clean, empty, and ready to be sold, I had to take a photo of the carpet I grew up with. It's just occurred to me thst these are the shades I dye my hair most often.

Brrr, subliminal, or what?


I may have hooked nephew A on circular gallifreyan, sindarin, angerthas, and a number of imaginary languages. Oops!


And then I did some more coveting. Circular 'Cuddler’ chairs, heaped with cushions, are exactly the right size for a library reading chair, no?



End of June update :

pink wool eater : 8 balls of wool in, 3 to go, takes hours to go round.

Pink triple strand single crocheted blanket : halfway through.

Zombies crocheted : Zero, but I have the perfect sickly green for their skin!



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, I have a laundry basket full of acrylic, cotton, silk and wool, and a mission!

I volunteered to make topical christmas hats for my team of 5 at work. And also anyone else who I can inflict crochery on. ( siblings, neices, nephews , passers by )

I discovered that when I follow a pattern I get mutated-yarn boggles. Or hats that can be worn as sweaters

On the other hand, .if I sit and noodle, it turns out okay. I’ve learned specific stitches and techniques from youtube, ravelry, etc. But on the whole, I’m making it up as I go along. And infecting others.

( Sis B is now into headbands and flowers in a BIG way . If anyone wondered what they were getting for xmas )

I, on the other hand have constructed :-

  • Purple beanie n scarf in shell & Half double (usa)
  • Two black/blue beanies. One in appropriate size for 9-12 in single crochet stripes. And then a much bigger one in back post crochet stripes when realising that Nephew B has a very large head.
  • A green beanie in what might be some sort of popcorny stitch, which is made of 5 triples in the same stitch.
  • A hat which slightly resembles a jellyfish, in mohair & pink fuzz
  • A fuzzy lamb- like thing. With ears.
  • A santa hat, ripped open to show a crochet brain, complete with small zombie nomming on the grey matter, itself with its own santa hat.
  • Grey, black and white cloche made from unbelievably thick acrylic wool ( super toasty )
  • Dalek! with eye stalk, and blue glowing light! ( much tv related research! )







Occasionally, when I am bored, I feel the urge to make folks into the undead. No, not hungover people, I do mean the walking dead. However given that I don’t dance, and don’t drink ( so no rum ) VooDoo is out of the question, so I have to resort to other methods.

Andy as a Zombie

This is a a practise run on Andy. I was going for the “Something ripped out my throat, and my beer may dribble through”
This is the contents of my normal make up bag, including an old red lipstick I don’t use anymore, and some flour and water paste, for that sagging fleshy look. Hours of fun for all the family. At least when I zombified Me, James, Andy and Sarah and we all turned up at the bonfire looking like the fireworks had gone badly wrong already.

Greenwitch. Thats and Eye not a spot

The next year, feeling a little bolder,I decided to go with the same idea for halloween.
When I dress up, I like to dress up. I’m not a fan of half measures, so head to toe bodypaint doesnt faze me at all.
For the record, that’s a mystical third ( gummy) eye. Not a wart or a spot. I don’t know who licked it and applied it, I wasnt wearing it when I arrived, but it stayed rather firmly attached for the duration. And really, why mess with a good thing?

I thought, Why not do the Undead thing again. It’s always good for a giggle. and I Just happened to have all the fake blood, liquid latex and fleshy bruisey paint palettes from the halloween before.
A couple strategic rips and tears of an old t-shirt, an hour or so dabbing and creating a fake lip.

tres zombified

Two minutes work to rip said lip off again, paint under it for that wet look, and then stick a peice of wire through the edges to hold it together, which gives that lovely protruding spike from the side.

Based on this evidence, I’ve almost convinced the team at work to be undead for halloween.