A little girl's Christmas dream come true. Christmas meal with BOTH her grandmas.
Thursday, 30 December 2010
Wednesday, 22 December 2010
Friday, 10 December 2010
My Italian friends are always a bit disappointed that I don't drink tea. So this afternoon I gave them the works, complete with new tea pot and lemon slice squeezer. Not to mention THe Royal tea Cosy.
Patty and Lorenza trying it out....
Wednesday, 8 December 2010
By me really. Naturally the pcture doesn't do justice to the tweedy wool, waisted darted fit and tartan jaquard patch pockets and elbow patches.
A slight doubt - too many buttons?
I was aiming for a quirky Vivien Westwood look, not a clown!
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Setting out on bus tour. It looked sunny but we were frozen by end of day.
La Sagra Famiglia, Gaudi's still-being-finshed church.
Empanadas, a taste discovery...
This one is for Gilly. Gaudi's lizard in Parco Guell
Going back to my youth. Dinner in Hard Rock Cafe
Wednesday, 17 November 2010
After belatedly discovering an untwisted cable in the back, (which being a perfectionist I naturally redid), and worries about having enough wool (half was frogged and half without ballbands) I reckon this turned out to be a pretty mean aran.
Eat your heart out Captain Birdseye.
Chi poi in italiano è capitan Findus!!!
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
At this time of year things may seem a bit dismal, the autumn colours are past their best, it's been raining for weeks and to make things potentially worse ....
But we overcame it all easily .
First a good meal
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Mini Mochi by Crystal Palace yarns (4 ply)
In this part of the world Autumn = chestnuts
And according to Ambra the best place to eat them is Zocca.
And she was right, there was chestnut polenta, chestnut cake and chestnut bread, you name it and they can make it out of chestnuts
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Why oh why didn't I buy these several years ago instead of pushing onwards with bent metal needles, which always fall down the back of the sofa anyway......
6 sets of coloured wood sock needles added to this............................................................
Regia wool in national colours released to coincide with this years world cup...................................
Equal these !!!!!
I am definitley not football crazy but this spring we were in Austria at World cup time. It rained and rained and the only thing I could think of to keep my mother, daughter and husband happy was to go to Innsbruck where the former found strudel, the seond spent a fortune in Clair's and the latter found a giant screen to watch the match on (OH and I brought above wool). In the end we all got carried away
And at one point we almost scored a goal!
Good job we lost really, the socks never got finshed on time!
Tuesday, 28 September 2010
My mother's side of the family is so creative that they border on being bonkers! As I get older I worry about their genes taking over as I follow suit.
The aunties would have loved this..is it an octopus or a jellyfish? your guess is as good as mine but its certainly a talking point in the bathroom. (He's sitting on the spare toilet roll).
Just a little thing I rustled up this morning.
Thursday, 23 September 2010
Those of us who have got the sock bug know there is no limit to the imagination as far as knitting socks and yarn is concerned.
Take these for example: a pair of French stockings from Paris, not stereotype sexy long and black as one would expect but colourful, comfy and crocheted!
With thanks to Christine/Amineko.
Barmy socks by Christina Bain. Note how the textured design makes the most of the crazy coloured yarn.
Thursday, 26 August 2010
A warm, balmy evening,
a full moon,
a glass or two of wine and pumpkin tortelli
with a view of floodlit castle
and good company,
what more could a girl want?
And all my knitting pals know that nothing beats a chat about yarn and anything else with a like minded gal. (not even George Clooney)
Unfortunately, this was only the second time that Maria and I met up. From Finland she has been researching at the local uni throughout the summer and after meeting virtually through our online computer knitting communitiy we hit it off in the real life too.
But as all computer buffs know, our friendship won't end here but will continue with exchanges of patterns, news, scandanavian roughspun and Italian merino well into the future.
Check out her projects on Ravalry (under Strilla).
When we visited Innsbruck in June I found this wonderful shop full of Shoppenwolle and I couldn't resist the colours of this bamboo, silk and wool sock yarn. Slate grey, purple and lime green. WOW
Thursday, 19 August 2010
...or at least it would have been very relaxing if only that
dam kitten left my ball of wool alone!
We stayed in a very authentic converted farmhouse just the other side of The Apennines..Lunigiana
An area of very steep and deep forested valleys. Pontremoli is the capital.
Cut off from civilisation the farm overlooks the medieval hamlet of Mulazzo
Mulazzo by night.
Local specialities included chestnut tagliatelle and tagliata- sliced Florentine steak with mushrooms cooked at the table in a boiling hot terracotta pot
The sea breeze drifting up the valley enticed us to spend one afternoon at a fish resturant in Lierici
Shades of the Med.
In the distance the Apuan Alps where Michaleangelo picked up his marble.
In the foreground the pool.
Nicely set off by a ball of Schoppenwool sock wool.
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Hard to play down the reason for my month's leave from blogging. Four Saturdays ago, I came over all 'funny' in Lidl, of all places, and my husband decided we'd better stop off at casualty. I was sure they would say ' silly woman' after all it was blistering hot and the supermarket was over air conditioned, but instead I was whisked straight into the operating theatre where a blocked vein was burst open and a split vein stuck back together with 5 stands.
All very drammatic, I felt fine before and fine now. Am a bit pissed off over wasting 50 years NOT smoking NOT drinking NOT owning a chip pan and going to the gym when I could have been leaving a slovenly lazy life. Why me? one of life's little mysteries.
But what a treat. Ten days rehabilitation in a hospital in the mountains. Take a look at that view from the ward.
And although walking has been forced to take a back seat, the wool side couldn't have been better. I managed to make these two cardis whilst watching the last ten days of the Tour de France. What more could a girl ask for?
Thanks to all you lovely people who sent me cards and visited. Yesterday's check up was near perfect all I have to do is get back in those walking boots now.