Monday, 28 January 2013

January in a nutshell.

It has been a strange few weeks, here in my world.  A veritable roller coaster of ups and downs.  The ups have been amazing, but just when you think you might bust with joy something comes along and gives you a good old swift kick to the metaphorical balls just to put you back in your place.

So, some good news first. The 9th of Jan brought a new addition to the family.  My brother and his lovely fiancée had their baby.  Milly Sophia (how pretty is that name?) was born.  I can't tell you how excited I am to be an aunt (because after all it is about me).  After 24 hrs though things got a little hairy and the little munchkin decided to put everyone through the ringer of worry.  She was a poorly little thing for about a week, but in true Lewis style and drama, she came back with a bang.  Here she is in her teeny perfection.  Seriously, how cute is this kid?

The following weekend my Dad came over from Norway for a visit.

To say that Monkey has him wrapped around her little fingers is an understatement. The plan was that he would come over on the Saturday and leave on the Tuesday.  Mother Nature had other ideas.  It snowed.  So what is the problem with that I hear you ask?  Holland is the most ill equipped country I have ever lived in to deal with even the treat of snow.  It's like the apocalypse.  Everyone panics, it's every man for himself and all forms of transport shut down.  I could go off on a wee rant here on how some people are utter arse holes and have no business being on the roads (It is, after all very challenging to concentrate on driving/riding a bike in inclement weather when your head is up your ass), but I will save that for another time.  So, going back to my Dad, he stayed for a few more days.


While he was here, I finally managed to do a bit of lino carving and printing.  Gosh its fun.



 I even managed to make a new tote bag out of an old Norwegian post sack.  I love it, especially as it has my boy on the back.


I have finally made a start on Monika's quilt.  It is based on the floating block pattern from one of my favourite blogs I love her blog, and her books are fantastic.  If you like quilting then I highly recommend a browse.  Not the best photo, but you get the idea.  I will post more when I make progress.

The following weekend Matt went off to Spain with his sister and the Monkey to visit with his father.  I stayed home with the dog, the wine, my sewing machine, knitting and the TV.  It was bliss.  The only dark cloud is that my boy George is not a well pup.  I am not going to go deeply into it as we are still trying to find out how deep the problem is and if we can fix it.  I am a bit stressed out about it and some what in denial so when I know more I will share.

Finally this weekend, my Mum has come for a long over due visit.  It has been awesome.  She cleans, cooks and generally makes a fuss and looks after us.  I also may have got her into paper piecing.  I de-stashed a bit and she is going to take all the stuff I don't want.  I will drive over some time in the next few months with a car full of fabric and my old sewing machine.  I have ordered a few supplies for her and she is happy as a clam, it would appear that I have infected her with the addiction for crafting.  Sewing is not new to her, she used to make all our clothes and most of her own when we were small so I like to think that I am just reminding her of what she used to love.  
We also went through my odds and ends box and spent a merry afternoon cutting up hexagons in preparation for our respective new projects. She commandeered all the pinks and I went with the blues and greys.

She leaves in a few hours and will be greatly missed.  I think we have managed to convince her to come back soon though. Maybe even to stay.  That, though my friends, is another story.  Thanks for reading to the end, and stay tuned.

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

What happens at knit night.....

For those who don't know, I attend a knitting group every other Friday.  It is hosted by my lovely friend Pauline at her even lovelier shop Woool.  It is also where I go to hang out during the day when I need some adult conversation.  Tea/coffee and sympathy are also available.  Mock all you will, (haters gonna hate) but it is generally a bloody good laugh.  I am sure you have an image of a group of old biddies sitting around drinking tea and swapping gout remedies, but you couldn't be farther from the truth.

The age demographic is all over the shop, but mostly we are in out 30's-40's.  I would like to say that we sit and knit and talk of enlightening intelligent things like politics and current affairs.  You would be wrong.  Sit there in your wrongness and be wrong, so very wrong.  I rarely even knit.   It's hard to concentrate when you have so many conversations going on around you.

It is a lot like fight club, but with out the fighting and a lot more wine.  What happens at knit night stays at knit night.  I will say though was last Friday was a corker.  We managed to polish off 8 bottles of wine between 9 of us 3 of which don't drink. So what? I hear you say.  Well I will tell you.  This is in the space of 3 hours, with the most nutritional thing on the table being a cup of pretzels.  At one point it was asked (as the bottles mounted up on the table)  "what is wrong with this picture?" to which I replied with a smile and a moderately drunken slur, "nothing, absolutely nothing at all".

If you had told me 10 years ago, if fact screw it, 5 years ago that this would be the highlight of my month, I would throw my head back and laugh like a banshee. There is nothing like sitting around a table with a group of friends (knitting optional) eating snacks, drinking the beverage of your choice, and putting the world to rights.  It keeps me sane.  It's a safe haven for most of us, a life raft away from the snot, nappy rash, teething (maybe that is just me), and general every day life.  We compare notes on who has had the shittiest week and lament appropriately.  We oooh and ahhh appreciatively at any finished projects (as lets face it, most of the time our spouses couldn't give a toss, and wouldn't notice it you came up to them and slapped them in the face with your freshly knitted and perfectly blocked shawl, or have any idea of the blood, sweat, tears and verbal abuse that went into every stitch), compare notes, and generally so what women do when gathered around together with wine and snacks.  We Laugh.  So thank you ladies.  I have had a stonker of a week so I think I will win the pissing contest next time.

Tuesday, 8 January 2013

Happy New Year and extracting my head from my ass.

It has not escaped my notice that it has been some time since my last post.  Lots has happened and I have been a busy girl.  Holidays to Norway to celebrate my brothers birthday, making Christmas presents, Christmas, New Year, gastric flu, teething, more teething, crawling, panic child-proofing, de-cluttering (sort of), the impending birth of my niece/nephew, experimenting with new mediums and finally moving into my work room.

All of these things have kept me away from this here blog and busy as can be.  I am here though, to let you know that this year I am going to try so very hard to keep up with it.  I have lots of ideas and what I can only hope is the time to put them into practice.  I also hope to share some of these adventures with you.

Today though I am going to share some of the last months pictures and only hope I don't bore you to tears.  Most of these are from instagram so the quality is sketchy at best but stay with me.

First up Norway,


It is at this point that I now want to drop kick this effing program.  Why wont the bloody (insert profanity of your choosing here) thing keep the pictures where I put them.  Arghhh.

Moving on.  These are some of the many photos taken on this trip.  Photos include The love affair of Monkey and my Dad.  Matt looking all out-doorsy, the view from my Dads living room and the Dipsy-doo-dog and the lodge/cabin where we stayed up in the mountains.  It was amazing.

Next up is Christmas.  I won't include any photos of being sick but needless to say a good time was had by all.  I learned how to bake bread, made a culinary master piece, and decorated the house to within an inch of it's life.




 Yup folks, this is the first time in a long time that we spent it at home, and I loved it.  I would like to say it was relaxing but me being the stressed out control freak that I am, micro-managed the shit out of it.  But it was fun and we were joined my Matt's sister Merel and my good friend Monika.  To say we had a lot of presents would be a gross understatement.  I want to be outraged by the capitalism and all that stuff, but hey the kid in my loves this shit.  I adore giving presents and I save up for it for the whole year so I can spoil the crap out of the ones I love.  We will reign it in, in years to come but for now we loved it. Monkey was spoiled by family and friends alike.

Lastly, the de-clutter, moving to my work room, new mediums and new projects and general organisation of out home, but Cleo has woken up and I have used all my allotted me time on arranging these effing photos.  So later this week and also a few new ideas for my blog.  Happy New Year dear reader, and thanks for coming back.  I will endeavour to stay faithful and write often.