Thursday, September 11

this & that, that & this ... and a this

hello hello,

this:
recently i have noted a number of baskets are finding me. i am not looking for baskets and yet there they are, popping up in front of my thrift store path. yesterday Our #4 asked if i would like to go to the thrift store with him. i could not help but smile at the reversal of roles. i agreed if only he drove, he muttered and mumbled and then got his permit. i have never known such a reluctant driver. well i have, but it was many many moons ago and it was me. 
and so this little basket found me. i liked her very muchly, 


i am pondering my next move. 
for i am thinking bling and i am thinking selling 

that: 
Our #4 officially became an Eagle Scout last night, this is tres nothing short of a miracle. according to him, only 4% of scouts become Eagles and it is the tippity top recognition. i could not help but feel proud, thus i felt it worthy of a proud mother moment, to mention it

that:
i have cast on a cardi. yes sirree! i am taking my phobia of sleeves and laughing in the face of it. i have a feeling i could have made knitty life a lot easier upon myself if i had found a pattern in my size, but alas the one i fell for was, and i quote, for 'grown-ass women'. alas and alack, i am lacking such a thing so with the help of my lovely yarny buddy Veronika, we plotted and we planned. 


i am now launching into the lace knit bit. i must confess i have launched into it several times only to rip it back again and again. does not matter how much i keep my beady eye on things, after a row or two a pesky 'yarn over' plays hooky and my stitch count goes awry. as of yet i have not thrown in the towel, for now i will continue upon my lace knit cardi ways for i am determined this vomity mustard gold colored cardi and i will be the besty best of friends in the end, that is if i have not been carted off to the funny farm...

this:
i have been busy pondering fabrics for the sample frocks i need to stitch for my frock pattern. it is quite one thing to see a fabric in passing, have it talk to you and rustle up a frock. quite the other thing when you must find a fabric, or two or three, which talk to you and will rustle up nicely into 3 frocks of differing looks. it is also quite one thing to zippity zap merrily along with no care of when it gets finished and quite another to zippity zap along with a deadline and knowing another is waiting upon you.

and a this:
i have cut down my several years old sanita fleecy clog boots. 


it was in a moment of madness when i wondered as one does when one is procrastinating and avoiding other things, "i wonder what they would be like if i removed their boot bit and made them into little fleecy clog booties". 

i am most happy that i did, 


for they are like little clippity cloppy moccasins. and i do so very muchly like how they remind me of those fleecy suede little winter booties you see grannies wearing when chilly days come to play. actually i think they wear them all year round as they tend to feel the cold in their toes and fingers despite warm weather. 


Friday, September 5

peachy frock news ...

i have some peachy frock news 
but alas i cannot share all the nitty gritty.
"boo Tif, boo"
however i can share a few things



thing one:
i have been fine tuning my original dottie angel frock pattern,
(i call it my original merely because it was the first one i created
my other frock patterns have come along since 
but this sweetie was originally the first, 
thus she is called original)
i fine tuned her using several yards of a fabby rowan fabric 
i stumbled across on clearance 



and another little ditsy number which caught my eye.



i also fine tuned her with a vintage bed spread 
which caused my knees to go weak.
when the knee weakening fabric arrived upon my doorstep 
i had plans to make window dressings.
however it did not take long for my friend to tell me 
she wished to be a frock.
i noted some clever bit of trickier would be required 
as the width was not there.
so i went with the flow, original bed seams and all


and i must confess,
this is my fabby favourite frock to date.


thing two:
alas and alack i must confess yet another confession.
 things did not go according to plan
and i will not have a frock update this fall in my shop
"boo Tif, boo"

thing three:
however i am rather giddy to share,
if all goes according to my cunning plan
and the plan of another,
there will be a dottie angel 'original' frock pattern
released for spring 2015
for every man, dog and granny chic frock wearer to make.
"hurrah Tif, hooray"

copyrighted image courtesy of Anna Dianich of Tolt Yarn and Wool

my thoughts exactly dearest reader ...


Thursday, September 4

saggy baggy knee socks ...

summer has come to an end, school is back in and the morning alarm is causing the shadows under my eyes to appear again. i must confess to having achieved very little in the way of anything the past few days.


i have gone to work. 
i have stayed at home.
i have avoided my inbox because it frightens me. 
i have grocery shopped.
i have stared at the walls.
i have cooked too much food
for too few mouths.
i have noted the chilly morns and eves.
i have put my knee socks on
and tried without success to keep them pulled up.
i have started knitting a cardigan,
only to rip it back hours later.
i have stared at the walls again.
and
i have dabbled with my 'woolly waifs'

mainly it has been button changing for my 'woolly waifs', 


however i did go to town on the little green shrug. if you recall i called him a bolero but fortunately a facebook dearie reminded me of the word shrug and yes, i do believe that is what my little found green cardi without a body is. 
or was. 
for i did a bit of sewing surgery. 
i gave him elbow patches 


and a new body from an old cardi. 


then i did a bit of natty sewing with some lace doilies, 


i did the lace bit yesterday.

today i have no idea what to make of my patched and pieced green and mustard woolly friend. 
i am going to ponder if we have a life together whilst continuing to stare at the walls, avoid my inbox, cook too much food, all whilst wearing baggy saggy knee socks. i will also remind myself that my thoughts of today are where i will be tomorrow thus i must pull myself together, find some energies and start polishing my little light, less his flicker disappears altogether...