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Patricia Roberts Pierrot
Heavily adapted but with the same zing as the original
Beaded top in hemp
Hemp yarn from House of Hemp in 'gosh', kingfisher blue / green.
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Christmas Stockings
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T has a bit of a pink thing going on.
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Fluffy for Toz. I call that deception.
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November 13th
Socks planner
I found my old socks planner and record keeper. After I had made so many pairs of socks of which one was not quite the same as the other I succombed and made myself a prompt sheet to jot down salient details. Not that I use it...
Easily bored, help requested. Pretty please?
So what does one do when one suffers from 'easily bored' and only really, really challenging things are really, really interesting? One ends up with too many really, really, really challenging projects and wears oneself out.
At this point in time, apart from 'normal' full-time work in the clinic I run I am
a) training in advanced myofascial release stuff and craniosacral therapy, practising it in the clinic; heavy stuff;
b) training in applied transformational psycho-neuro-immunology; not something for a light read with a mug of hot chocolate;
c) writing courses to teach Pilates and myofascial release in various combinations in 2005; I could just be running the clinic and practising, but no: not nearly interesting enough;
d) supposed to be learning Russian; totally lapsed for several months, and annoyed about it, but too tired to learn the f****** vocabulary.
I've pruned that lot down to what I am totally fascinated by. That means I have culled a zillion things I can do (I'm old), but have found to be not quite so interesting any more. For instance, I used to be a teacher and can function at 900mph, but have discovered that that is Not a Good Thing. I also used to be an interpreter (still tempting) and love the buzz of on-the-spot challenge (a bit like teaching, but not as dangerous to body and soul). I have given up writing educational books and online learning materials (and want to get back to fiction, but no space left in brai
So what does one do? Any ideas? What do you do? You know when you read other people's blogs and they seem totally together, even when disastrous things occur? Is it just me? Or is this where I have to start thinking about regular meditation / retreats (me?) / martial arts / [insert saving grace of your preferred flavour]? Any real suggestions would be very gratefully received - there are vast numbers of you out there who know what I'm talking about, so please, please say how you handle the dilemma of knowing you're on the right life track with limited human resources.
I'm not heading for a nervous breakdown, btw. I've watched teaching colleagues do that in their droves (count the fingers of two hands) at the schools I've worked at and have decided that that way lies Not a Good Thing. However, life is far too good to abandon the things I really want to do. And the kids are grown up. So... ?
November 11th
American presidents?
Dish Cloth Queen Amanda has a wonderful Teddy Roosevelt quote on her site. Worth remembering when post-election depression hits.
Chomsky again brings peace (sort of) where panic (or despair) reigned. But don't think that means you're going to have a quiet time with him. He just redirects to the nub of the matter.
November 8th
More kit pics
Just to prove there are two of them. They look pretty identical at a distance. Here they are lounging on Torias bed. Phoebe came up to investigate the camera, then had a bath from Cleo.



November 7th - updated three times today. What's going on? Scroll down for kit pics.
It's my birthday!
and I received two wonderful e-cards from Judith and Emma - thank you so much you two! That really touched me. In honour of the day and to make it more *important*
I did a silly quiz. It wasn't quite straightforward, but it seems entirely appropriate...
 You appear to be a Knitting Guru. You love knitting and do it all the time. While finishing a piece is the plan, you still love the process, and can't imagine a day going by without giving some time to your yarn. Packing for vacation involves leaving ample space for the stash and supplies. It can be hard to tell where the yarn ends and you begin.
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DH Mike gave me some yarn (eyelashy type stuff, picis following) which I am going to use with felting wool for a baglet or two from Eva Wiechmann's 'Pursenalities'. And he got me four large see-through storage boxes for the stash. About 2/3 went in. After some rearranging. What an eye-opener. I really do have a large stash. Must go on a yarn diet. Did I just say that?
Cleo and Phoebe are going from strength to strength. My toes are not my own any more, particularly at 3am. I may get a shot of them when they wake up...
This is Cleo. She has just devoured large amounts of raw beef and has taken out a bag of paper and shredded it. She is usually a fabric shredder, so this is quite a departure.

This is Phoebe. I think she put Cleo up to the paper shredding. They also found some ready shredded 'confetti'. Phoebe is slightly larger and eats more raw beef than Cleo.

Mike's bluey Opal socks are finished. We have a 'birthday window' from the 4th to the 7th. this means that the sox count as a birthday present as they were finished this evening. The cuffs are 2X2 ribbed and turned over. I rescued them for a photoshoot before they disappeared in the drawer. Cleo tried to help sew in the ends.

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