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 … 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


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.