Monday, June 9

this, that, that, this, this & that ...

this:

i cannot believe it is only 6 days till school gets out for summer, this means the year is nearly half way done. i fear once again, this year is running away from me

that:

i have become addicted to making 'little knits'. the smock i made up in my cogs is off the pins and awaits my scribbled notes being tippity tapped up into a readable pattern for two dearie volunteers who stepped forward, to test



that:

do you recall one of my brothers is an artist? perhaps you do not, and if not, then may i remind you he is.  recently he has started working on itty bitty pet portraits (6" x 6") and how marvelous they are too. Our #4 turned 16 a few weeks back and i commissioned my brother to create a painting of Mister Muchly, for his birthday. 


well Our #4 was thrilled and so was MM. if perchance you think your little critter or furry friend may like to be 'forever captured' in an original Ben Hughes painting, then you can find all the nitty gritty over here and if you can't, then you can find his email address and write to him to ask about all the nitty gritty

this:

there is a pressing need to put down the knitting pins... Tif, step away from the knitting pins and step towards Miss Ethel. for she is rusty and she is dusty and she is feeling tres neglected. vintage linens are waiting 'oh so patiently', not rusty but certainly dusty, to be made into handy dandy project sacks. i have talked to them as i pass them by, trying to sooth their worried minds. 



i plan to make a firm date with them... ummm, just need to get this latest little knit out of my cogs and onto my pins

this:

did i mention i left my heart in marrekech? but alas, tis all fading fast despite trying to recollect each day. i have no choice but to plot and plan how and when i can return. perhaps next time not for 5 days but 5 months, or 5 years!

& that:

i am considering what it would be to 'dread' just a few locks of my coif. i have studied it intently, i have pondered it most carefully. having wished for the longest time a headful of dreads i am thinking perhaps a handful might be the best way to go for now.