Ah, it's that time of the year again. Time to get my fingers dirty, squatting around in nature-based community reserves, filling hole after hole with natives shrubs, grasses, trees or bushes whilst nattering to fellow conservationists. And once I've done with my squatting (and admonished Grumbles for the fourteenth time that she's meant to be watering in the plants, not Mummy's bleeping foot!) it'll be time to head over to the free bbq to grab myself a falafel roll choc-filled with salad, and kick back and listen to the band.
Grumbles and I have been enjoying playing our new favourite game - Store Front Bingo! It's been a fabulous way to pass the time as we wait for our freshly dry-cleaned carpet to dry (why is it so wet if it's dry cleaned? Oh the mysteries of my life!), although I could do without the ear-piercing screams of BIIIIIIIIIINGOOOOOOOOOOO! every time she fills a card.
I could also do without the hassles of a rental inspection, which, of course, explains the cleaning of the carpet. Man am I sick of renting!
Anyway, enough blathering. Let's announce the winners of the birthday giveaway!
The amount of graffiti to be found in the inner city is incredible. Everywhere you look, there's another tag spray painted onto a wall. A shame, I tells ya, it's a crying shame!
Some individuals don't confine themselves to walls, though. These so-called graffiti artists will spray anything in sight, including fabric. And then make dresses out of them!
At the ripe old age of 32, you really would think she would know better. Graffiti dress indeed!
So: I love this pattern, I love this fabric, I love my brilliant brainwavey idea and I love love love my new dress. Rock on!
My only sadness is that we can't give Grumbles the much wanted brother or sister that we all long for, but you know what they say: you can't have it all, and I think my deal is pretty sweet as is. Grumbles and I have been chatting of late about looking on the bright side, so when I get that little ache in my heart, that's what I do: stop to remember how lucky I am. I'm very, very blessed, and it doesn't pay to forget that.
Both are filled with some very cool projects, and it's a bit of wrench to give them away, but I like to treat all you guys once a year as a way of saying thank you for reading my burbling posts! So here's the drill: leave a comment saying which you'd like (oh, and a birthday message would be nice, too!) and I'll do that random number generator thingamajig to find the lucky winners.
Why has Jorth carefully taped calico over her table? Is she planning on making a mess?
And why has she dragged that pattern out again?
What? You can't expect me to be working at Tessuti and not be making up dresses in their gorgeous fabric, now can you?
So, it's a big 10 out of 10 from me. The pattern was challenging enough to keep me from being bored, without becoming too much of a stress. The front skirt has some nifty side pleats, with a box pleat in the middle (fun!), and some darts in the back. I love doing darts! It really is a wonderfully versatile pattern - you can easily make a whole range of dresses, ranging from simple and classic to bold and crazy, depending upon fabric choices and skirt length. In fact, my next project will be making use of this pattern again, but let me assure you, the dresses could not be any more different! Watch this space!
We have a little name around here for those moments when you really should have just known better. It's called being a FurryBum. It's when one of us here at la maison de Jorth will do something that causes the rest of us to groan in mock dismay and point fingers disdainfully and say "You are SUCH a FurryBum!"
For example, as I type this I am simultaneously trying to eat wheat biscuits covered in coleslaw and grated cheese. The outcome of this juggling act could easily be, shall we say, less than desirable. There is a very great potential for me to end up with a heap of coleslaw over my freshly washed jeans, and to choke on the crumbs as I curse my stupidity, yet I continue despite this, because I am being a total and utter FurryBum.
Hang on a second... WTF? Why is one end of the scarf waaaaaay wider than the other? How did I not see this before now? How did I knit it without noticing that colossal mistake? And then wrap the darn thing up? And then give it to her, and demand she send me photos?
Two digital archeologiest were hunting around the cyberspace that is Blogger, looking for a very old artefact. They stepped gingerly, not wanting to disturb any input or datum as they made their search.