That was so wrong…
Soo xx
That was so wrong…
Soo xx
Of course, Twellsy. No fine spaniel goes unflurfled on my watch.
Gxx
Fun, though.
(Sozzers, Bee. Gerroff, ow, fainites)
Not so as you would notice, Soo
I had a rough night, & today is raw cold with (piss) poor air quality & very high levels of stuff wot doesn’t suit.
My Brother was awful when it came to buying shoes - he wouldn’t put his feet in them at all.
I can hear my Mother saying “push, Sean”, to get his feet in them, & he would sit there curling his toes saying “push push push”.
Carinthia. xx
Dearie me. GS recounted, many times, how the woman measured his feet and was ‘kind’.
I do feel for your Mother, Carinthia, and for you being cold
Soo xx
An Family Friend, who worked through the Plymouth blitz as a young woman (not relevant, but that both dates her and gives you the idea that she was Not To Be Messed With) was somewhat irked when her bunions were ascribed to ‘Too many fashion shoes as a girl’. ‘When I was young, there was no such thing as < spit > fashion shoes’.
Seen some photies of her during the Grate Winnowing. Strangely enough, she always looks squiffy . ‘Aunty’ Betty was awesome. She also wore blue mascara, which was well racy. As well as interesting colours of nail polish. On her toes. My admiration knew no bounds.
I get that .
Best nights, Cellarites.
Soo xx
Sweet dreams, Darling.
Carinthia. xx
Bluddy Ell
-1°outside, 'feeling like -6°
I have lit the Candles & fired-up the Quattro.
Carinthia. xx
Been to crafty group
I will never be an encaustic art artist!
But it was fun…
And the firemen were very understanding….
Snork!
9 vanilla and 9 chocolate buns cooling on the rack
They will be iced manana as a thank you to the vet
Speaking of craft… I am now on the second try at one of the squares of the quilt (the first was too narrow, so I unknat forty rows and am redoing it with selvages) and have just realised I made a mistake four rows back.
I seriously dislike unknitting for many reasons, not least the sheer waste of time; I shall have spent nore than two days on this dratted stitch if I am lucky and nothing more goes wrong.
Bah.
Oh, and the stitch is called Little Arrows, which somehow makes it even worse. Little Arrows knitting stitch: Reversible (it doesn’t curl)
(Ignore the mimsy colour; I am doing it in a darkish green.)
Having to rip out 40 rows of knitting would really rip my knitting, Fishy…
Sorry
Couldn’t resist.
Proffers Minnow End by way of an apology.
Carinthia. xx
Buggrit dear Fishy
Sympathies
I am now back where I started last night. Gaaaah.
A lovely locksmith has been (earlier than expected) sorted out two problem doors, and gone again. He sounded quite a lot less like Vince Casey in the flesh than on the phone, and was a thoroughly splendid chap. I restrained myself from kissing him, but only just [grinnity]
Sympathies to an Knitting Fish.
Learning about the frustrations of knitting reminds me of why I leave it to others - sympathies, Fishly One.
Went to look at another house, today, and it was no ruddy good. Came back and made this -
which was really quite good. The smoked salmon came via Sis from Benbecula and was fab.
Soo xx