I saw the First Robin of spring this morning in our backyard; I also found the First Flowers today!
I cannot tell you how happy this makes me. Yesterday, it was sunny all day long, sunrise to sunset; I took Buddy outside to have a little romp in the backyard, and all he wanted to do was to sit in the sunshine and just soak it in, despite the near-freezing temperature. He seemed so happy that I just let him sit outside for a while. On the lawn! We have a lawn again, instead of a snowfield!
Nicholas wants to point out that it’s really “…sprung. Spring has sprung.” I looked over my shoulder at him and said: “Spring. Sprang. Sprong. I just like how it sounds.” He’s shaking his head and laughing.
I wasn’t the only one who had a bad winter.
It looks like the garden fairy exploded in grief sometime during the long dark cold season. She’s a bit heavy, so I am not sure what actually happened. I suppose the Giant Mutant Bunnies Under The Deck could have knocked her over, except those bunnies are not-so-giant in real life.
I managed to find all her pieces, so a bit of glue and she will once again be ready to preside over whatever we plant in the patio boxes.
Crafty Gal is Crafty
I’ve been fighting a bad cold/sinus thingie the past few days. I’m glad it was this weekend and not next weekend, when I’m teaching; however, it is the sort of sinus dreck that makes looking at a computer screen rather tortuous, so I haven’t gotten much work done. Instead, I’ve been working on sewing up a dress.
I finished cutting out the pieces on Friday. On Saturday, I sat down mid-morning at the sewing machine, and when next I looked at the clock, it was after 6 PM. I sewed up everything but the waist seam and the hem, including all the little fiddly facings at neck and sleeve:
…and miles and miles of double top-stitching.
I’m a top-stitching fiend. I did so much top-stitching on this dress that I am a little worried I am going to run out of thread before I am done with the dress. Run out of thread!? I bought a brand-new spool just for this dress. I don’t think I’ve ever used up an entire spool of thread on ONE project before.
I hope this dress will actually be ready to wear by the time I leave. Technically, this teal version is the muslin for the pattern. (A muslin, for the non-sewing folk out there, is a test-run of the pattern, done in inexpensive fabric, in order to see where alterations and adjustments might need to be made. The theory is that one sews up the muslin version, makes alterations to it, and then transfers the adjustments to the paper pattern pieces before cutting up the “real” not-cheap fabric.) However, I’m weird and I don’t like to spend time making something and not wear it; so I have a habit of making my muslins be wearable.
Trouble is, some of the alterations I’ve had to make to this one have been…noticeable, as in Right Up Front and Center. That’s when it hit me: I weave. I bead. I crochet. I could actually weave some band or ribbon trim. I could put beads on the dress. I could crochet edgings.
The craft world is my oyster. But it’s going to have to be a quick oyster, because this weekend will be here before you know it.
Exploding head is exploding
I don’t know why that deserved its own heading, but there it is. In honour of my head’s exploding state, I am going to stop attempting to string together sentences, and just show you a little mini-gallery of Life At Wiseheart House these past few days.
I did NOT start a new knitting project. Really. I just did a Really Big Swatch, because Nicholas saw a skein of Socks That Rock in my stash and begged me to make him something out of it. We went a-browsing on Ravelry and he loved Pogona by Stephen West. So I swatched it. (And kind of kept going.)
I played with some purple silk and a bag of either cormo/alpaca or polwarth/alpaca gifted to me two SOARs ago by JimBobSpins. I’m hand-blending it and spinning it worsted, aiming for consistency, consistency, consistency.
I made some extremely tasty soup Thursday night. Vegetables and black/red rice. NOM.
My friend Lisa in the U.K. sent me a wee care package. Tim had to make sure it wasn’t a REAL
chick BUNNY (sheesh) under all that gold foil.
And nestled amongst the treats were these lovely handknit socks:
I may have squeed in glee when I saw them. I love leaf motifs on things. The design is one I’ve had my eye on for a while now, Rivendell by Janel Laidman. The detail, so you can admire:
There’s even a leaf in the gusset. Awesome knitting, Lisa.
I’ve been putting aside some goodies to send to another friend, and I was pleased to find the perfect box to ship the fun stuff in. However, when I went to pack up the box, I found that someone else had gotten there first.
So much for sending that box anywhere. Mr. Tim has been taking all his naps in it all weekend. It WAS the perfect shipping box; now it is the perfect Tim Box.
I think Tim is a little worn out from his sous chef duties. He’s been assisting Nicholas in the baking this weekend.
Nicholas made bagels, artisan bread, french bread, focaccia, and chocolate chip bars.
I will never be thin again, and I pretty much don’t care, given the high tastiness levels being attained in the kitchen the past few days.
Dusty also provided supervision in the kitchen.
Buddy was there every step of the way, making sure that nothing stayed on the floor long enough to qualify for the five-second rule.
And Zoe was on hand to remind us to provide regular cat-worship.
Just another weekend hangin’ in da Wiseheart ‘Hood.
Let’s see what I have for you today…
What does your granny knit? This one knits boobs.
Gorgeous. Rainbow clouds over Everest. Really. LOOK.
A leprechaun trap cake. Just what it says, folks. For all your pesky little green-men-in-tall-hats problems. (I don’t understand it either, but that’s a LOT of effort for something that green, just sayin’.)
A two-day old black sheep. Lambie!
I’ll have prayer flag progress photos for you next time. Japan has been very much present in my stitches this week.