Here We Go Again!

Drum roll please! Just to announce the next great Kirsten&Ang collaborative craft project is underway. K had the brainwave for it. 

We were both wanting to do different individual stitching stuff, and we took a bit of a break after our Two-by-Two patches, to consider what we might work on together.

K read this book, and wondered if this time round we should knit rather than sew. Jan Eaton's book has dozens of 6" squares to inspire you 

I got my own copy of the book 2nd hand, online, and started looking through it. Some squares she does in 4 colourways, so strictly speaking there are less than 150 different stitch patterns
I was really excited about the idea - as K said, it would be a good stash buster, not much yarn needed for each square. Like 2by2, we'd each prepare two squares every time, one to keep, and one to swap.
What will we do with them? I asked. Neither of us needs another throw, especially in this hot weather! 🔥🥵🔥🥵🔥

18, or maybe 32 squares would make a patchwork cushion cover. I have gone right off this idea, ever since someone at the craft group brought in her new book, showing how to combine squares not in a quilt but in a pillow [the term our US friends use for cushion] and the author called these items quillows. No!!! I do not want a quillow , thank you. Ugly word imho.
Bob suggested a waistcoat/gilet type garment. We plan to wait till we'd finished to decide what to make.

I just could not choose which square to start with. So as Heather and I sat in Costa, I said "Go through this book and quickly point out 4 that you like" So she did, and I said I would do one of them as my first square. Then I asked Rosie to pick two balls of wool for me to knit the square. That was a little difficult, she kept suggesting alternative patterns! I am grateful to my supporters, when I get stuck with a decision

I used the white and random-dye balls Rosie had chosen to start knitting the pattern. 

But I really did not like the resulting stripes. I swapped out the white for a rusty shade - but that sort of disappeared.  
Now I have started again with completely different shades, and I am much happier with the outcome. 
We are going to swap as and when we've both finished our 2 samples. And the accompanying notes will be written on 6" squares of paper or card.

So that will be two women

    each knitting two squares

        on yarn that is thinner than aran and thicker than four ply

thus our next collaboration has the working title

DOUBLE KNITTING

More will be revealed in coming weeks...

Ice, But No Water

Thank you all for your kind words. Bob has continued to get stronger, and preached a great sermon this morning. 

It has been a good weekend. 

Saturday afternoon it was lovely to have the girls at Cornerstones. Jess did Spirograph, while Rosie sorted all the pens for me. 

Then the Ice Cream van stopped right outside. Treats all round! 

I had a friend who told her son that unless the van stopped outside and the driver rang their doorbell and asked if John Smith wanted an ice cream he couldn't have one. And I knew another Mum who said when the van played a tune it meant "I've run out of ices, returning to depot" [And it was not because they could not afford it - I felt it was not kind to mislead children like that] 

The girls heard the chimes, but did not ask for ices - so I was really delighted to treat the family. We had fun choosing, and they were delicious and creamy. 

Sunday we got home from church to find no water in the taps - a water main had burst in the heat and hundreds of homes locally were cut off for over 8 hours. I checked our neighbours were OK, especially the older ones and those with pets. It was SO hot! Then we went over to the family at their cottage, where the taps all worked! We returned in the

evening with a large bottle of tap water, just in case. The water was back, but pressure still low.

It was an inconvenience, but only a minor one. And a reminder that 99.9% of the time we have fresh, clean water on tap. Some people will have to walk miles today in  blazing heat to get a bucket of dirty water to meet the needs of their family. 

Lord make us truly grateful.

10.30am Woke to find water off again, no details about when it will be back. Used bucket of water from garden water butt for loo flushing. Now off to Liz to refill bottles! 

Pentecost Sunday

Today is Pentecost Sunday, when Christian celebrate God's gift of the Holy Spirit to his Church [Acts Chapter 2] He has many names - the old fashioned and outdated term Holy Ghost, the Spirit of Jesus, the Comforter, the Paraclete [a Greek word meaning comforter, not to be confused with colourful tropical birds] For some, today will be marked with lively enthusiastic worship, and that is great - but lately I have been reflecting on the ways in which the Spirit of Jesus guides and empowers us in a gentle way, comforting us when we are distressed, encouraging when we feel weary, guiding us when we do not know which way to turn. This hymn, set to the beautiful, traditional Scottish Skye Boat Song sums this up 

PS , if you are the praying type, please thank God that Bob is so much better than he was a week ago - and ask for God's strength for him as he preaches at Church this morning. Thank you.

In Loving Memory

 

Peter's service went well. I allowed plenty of time because of all the roadworks along the A47 and arrived 20 minutes early. I stood under the trees chatting with Roger [aka Spronk], who had known Pete since Primary School. Like me, he did not really know anyone else there apart from the immediate family. The Yarmouth Crem is relatively modern, light and bright, with comfortable seating!
Daphne had written a piece about her brother's life - growing up, his love of motorbikes, [shared with his best friend Spronk], his work on the ambulance crews, his love of dogs, and in retirement his unwavering support for LIB Dog Rescue. His great nephew gave a lovely tribute to the man himself - how everyone had loved Uncle Pete. 
Roger and I sat together in the chapel and again at the Wake - mostly discussing motorbikes. Well, he talked about all the bikes he and Peter had owned, and I added relevant comments where I could. I never did pluck up the nerve to ask him why he was nicknamed Spronk  though.
One older relation was looking at me with that "I ought to know you..." expression. I smiled and said "I'm Angela, Hilda and Stan's daughter" "Of course!" he replied. Then his daughter said "I was at your wedding, it was brilliant, Uncle Stan conducted it, and the balcony upstairs was full. Everyone was happy and the music was good" She can only have been about 10 at the time. But I fully agreed with her description. 
Lots of Pete's LIB friends were there - and said they should have brought the dogs to form a guard of honour outside the Crem [possibly not....] They'd printed out lots of lovely photos of Pete-with-rescue-dogs which had been on their Facebook page in recent days.
Happy memories

Saying Goodbye

Thank you for all your good wishes for Bob. The meds have kicked in quickly and he is recovering well [I know this because his appetite has returned!] This is a good thing, because we are both due to be at funerals today - he is going to one locally [a friend from Men's Shed] and I am driving over to Yarmouth for my cousin Peter's funeral. Unfortunately both services are at 1pm.
My cousin Daphne, his older sister, has been helping him so much in recent years since his wife died suddenly. Fortunately she and her husband Cliff live close by. Cliff has had two other family bereavements since Christmas

Whilst it will be good to meet up with my cousins, it is for a sad reason. I hope the love and support of family and friends will be a comfort to all those who are bereaved at this time.

Colour Coded

When I was repairing the bra this week, I got all my threads out to find the best match. In recent years I have tended to buy spools of Gutermann - but I've been accumulating thread for more than half a century. Many of these have been given by older friends, so I have lots of wooden reels of Sylko. I love the traditional chunky reel, with the branding on one end, and the colour name on the other.

In 2013, Bob made me a side table which I use every day based on a Sylko reel. 

I keep my threads in some square M&S biscuit tins. I put them all in with the colour labels upwards. Much as I love Gutermann, I think names are
So much nicer than numbers. 

spring green, almond green, Chinese green, emerald green, light emerald, lime green, mallard green, light apple green, dark olive, light olive, sage, dark jade , royal blue, saxe blue, light petunia, mid petunia, dark myrtle, wine, dark reseda, pink, geranium, sunrise, light pomegranate, light rose dubarry, mustard, beige, deep brown

Rose dubarry is a pink shade, from a shade of porcelain developed in the 18thC named for Madame du Barry, mistress of Louis XV. Reseda is a deep pink shade [alternative name for mignonette flowers] 

Not all my vintage threads are Sylko. These ones have interesting labels too. 

There is definitely a poetic quality to these names - just reading them, and looking at the jewelled hues makes me want to stitch something... 

Bosom Buddies

Not very much has been done at Cornerstones this week. 

Bob's cough has kept us both awake at night, and he has been pretty poorly. He's been sleeping in the daytime, and I have felt very dozy too. He was able to get an appointment with the GP, who has prescribed strong antibiotics. They can can cause photo-sensitivity, so he must keep out of the sun for the next 5 days [even if it is cloudy]
He is calling them his Vampire Pills!
I did mend my neighbour's bra. I carefully cut the straps on either side of the chewed section. Then I practised machining on the spoilt part to enable me to plan my repair. 

I butted the two edges together and then tacked a strip of bias binding behind.
I zigzaged across the join, then machined around the edge of the repair section, and did a strengthening diagonal cross in running stitch.
Fortunately there was enough spare elastic in the 'adjustable' strap at the back. Garment duly restored

This is not a good picture, the colour of the bra was a very pretty pale green. The stitching looks white, but actually it was a fairly good match and almost invisible from a distance. Not that anyone is likely to see her underwear under normal circumstances.
When I took it round, she invited me in for a brief chat - I said Bob was poorly, and she's going to make him a cake to speed his recovery! He hasn't been able to keep anything down [except water] since Sunday. I think just the thought of spongecake is good medicine!