Surprises and the Death of a Vacuum Cleaner

It was my birthday on Saturday – we’re not going to discuss numbers but it was between 66 and 68. The loved one and I had planned a family lunch for our son, wife, youngest  granddaughter, daughter, boyfriend, and old family friend and our son’s in laws. (Ten in all.) So when our youngest daughter, husband and son – Ben of whom you may have seen me write previously – arrived unannounced on the doorstop on Friday evening, I smelled the proverbial rat and discovered that I was the only one unaware of this visit.

The buggers had been plotting behind my back. It was not a quiet weekend.  (We are not a quiet family, truth to tell.) But we did have fun. There were two birthday cakes and enough food to feed an army. Both young ones were impeccably behaved, given their ages, and the rest of us weren’t too bad either.

However, it did mean that the blog didn’t get written, the journal was not completed and the 100 day project is already falling behind.  And you know what? It doesn’t matter, because I had my wonderful family around me for my birthday and we all had a jolly time.

The three surprises went home this morning and the family joke is that, as their car goes off the drive, the loved one has the vacuum cleaner out and ready to go. Instead, he started by cleaning all the infant finger prints off the glass doors, as well as the smiley faces Ben had drawn  by licking his fingers and drawing on the glass. (Very popular with the loved one, that was.) So, when they stopped for a break half way home, my daughter called to make sure we were missing them and casually asked how the Hoover (vacuum cleaner for all you transatlantic types) was bearing up under the strain.

You may imagine the glee with which she received the news that it had gone off with a bang and is now defunct. So the afternoon has been spent researching new vacuum cleaners on the internet (The loved one) and stripping and remaking the beds. (Me)

One of my presents was a couple of index card boxes of a size perfect for storing swap tiles. (Well, one for swap tiles, one for Diva tiles, eventually. ) I started organising the first one of these, lost interest within minutes and made a cuppa instead. Not looking all that promising at the moment but I will get round to it. No, really, I will.

And then I reaslised it was monday and the Diva Challenge, so I had a look at her blog.

Weekly Challenge #359: “String Theory: Finger Stringer”
This week’s challenge is a String challenge – and that being to trace your fingers in interesting ways and to use that as your string.

Well this didn’t particularly float my boat but on the other hand it didn’t repel me either, so I gave it a go.  I drew round the ends of my fingers from three different angles and then selected patterns beginning with F for fingers to fill in the spaces. I like the string it made but am less sure about the patterns I chose. New to me were Flevo and Flec, then I added Florez and Frunky too. It’s OK but lacks definition.

Anyway, it’ll have to do because it’s time for bed and I have another big day tomorrow, Yup, you guessed, we’re going out to buy a vacuum cleaner. Does the excitement never end?

So, for now, farewell, world and be good, won’t you? (Well, good -ish)

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The unfinished aardvark

Mr Snooty Tooty

And why “tidy” is a four letter word. I mean, come on, who likes tidying? I like my rooms to be tidy. I like planning a tidy up. I even like starting to tidy. But actually completing the job? I don’t think so.  The tidy gene just passed me by at birth. I start, knowing I am doomed to failure. So many distractions along the way.

Borbz in the middle and I still can’t remember the name of the border. It’s starting to get to me!

There are all those things you find, that you didn’t know you’d lost and you simply have to see if they still work.  Which brings the tidying process to an abrupt halt. There are all those things you bought because you just had to have them and now all you can think of is “why?”. There are all those parts of things that you can’t remember where you put the remaining parts  of them. There are parts of other things that you suspect you’ve thrown away because you’d lost the bit you now have in your hand. Not to mention the guilt trip about A. all the projects you started and never finished and B. all the projects you bought stuff for and never even started.

And there’s never enough space to spread them all out in some sort of order so you can put related articles together ready to put them away. All I ever end up with is a big box of stuff that doesn’t have a permanent home.  (The box, of course, becomes the permanent home.) And for a while, a few hours at best, I can see that my desk has a wooden surface.

 

 

 

 

Heartfully two ways- straight grid and wonky grid.

Please don’t say it’s just me or I shall have to go and throw myself in the canal. And when I’m dead and gone the loved one and my kids will tidy it all up – straight into the dustbin.  I suppose I could cut out the middle man and chuck it all away myself. Then there’d be room to buy some more.

You know what? I’m feeling better already. (And of course, writing in my blog about tidying is the perfect displacement activity for actually doing anything.) Well, I think I’ll just take this mug downstairs and wash it before I start the tidying.

Progress report for Ben – Miss Snooty Tooty. Needs sewing together, ears and a face.

And when I get downstairs I will see the the unfinished aardvark I’m making for my grandson’s “wife”. (He says they’ve been on a date so now she’s his wife.) Obviously.(They’re 8, by the way.) She’s Miss Snooty Tooty – the aardvark, not the wife – because his one, which I made him for Christmas, is Mr Snooty Tooty.  Not Mrs, you’ll notice, Miss. I love 8 year old logic.  It was yesterday that he asked me to make it for her and he phoned this morning for a progress report. Bless.

The collection so far, using odd spare balls of wool left over from other projects.

After making the unicorn and then a doll at Christmas for Isla, my youngest granddaughter, I was told how all the mums at school had been asking if she could get one for their children. My daughter in law, who knows me well, said she thought no, that I only crochet for family and friends.  (Quite right too.) However, it set me thinking and I decided to make a couple of things to be raffled at the school Summer Fair, assuming that we have a Summer this year, of course. I’ve plenty of yarn – no surprises there – so I may make a couple more. And, this is the good bit, it will use up spare yarn and make things a bit tidier.

I have been drawing too. The bookmarks for the swap are going a bit better. I saw Helen Williams’ blog about Gourdjeous and had a go to see if it would make a border. And then, it goes without saying, I watched a couple more of her videos, which led to me using Heartfully on another one and making a mental note to use Ruffles on another.

Filled the middle of this one with a slightly clumsy Mooka.

So I then went on a You Tube expedition and resurfaced three days later with a headache and so may ideas on using patterns I haven’t used for ages. Like Awrop, and Dooleedoo and Frondous and… and… and…

Still haven’t started tidying.

And then it’s Diva Day , which takes priority, of course.

LATER

Well this week’s Challenge is a humdinger and no mistake.

So the past week or so i kept seeing this really great tangle popping up on Instagram.  Seeing as the first Monday of the month is when we use a tangle created by one of you, i thought this week’s challenge would be to use Pickpocket by Tomas Pedros.

It takes a bit of concentration, not one you would just sit down and rattle off for the fun of it but I absolutely loved it. This is a first attempt but I’m not unhappy with it.

A brain teaser of the first order but very satisfying.

So I’ll finish on a high note and go and get on with some tidying. Maybe.

Until next time, world, be good -ish.

 

Finish what you started

Noel
One of my Christmas card ideas. there is some sparkle but it never shows on the scanner.

Or not, as the case may be. I’m a good starter, full of ideas and beginnings. Sometimes, when I’m really on a roll, I keep on keeping on until whatever it is is complete. BUT, not always. We have a cupboard under the stairs and it doesn’t have room for Harry Potter. In fact it doesn’t even have room for his wand. It contains many unfinished projects, knitting, sewing, embroidery, crochet, you name it. And not only things I’ve started and lost interest, but also stuff bought and never even unwrapped. When I was working full time, I used to go to craft fairs and shows and I would buy kits and/or materials that I didn’t have time to do but would put aside “for when I retire…” Continue reading “Finish what you started”

Visiting Mum

Last week's Square One focus was on Oof. Not a favourite, as I tend to try to make it symmetrical and I can't. Finally managed to relax into it and found myself with something I quite like.
Last week’s Square One focus was on Oof. Not a favourite, as I tend to try to make it symmetrical and I can’t. Finally managed to relax into it and found myself with something I quite like.

Last week was my mother’s birthday – she would have been 98 had she still been with us. My Dad predeceased her by about fifteen years and when he died, she and I decided that he would be cremated and his ashes scattered in one of his favourite places, up on the moors in Derbyshire. At the time, she told me that she would like to do the same when her time came and we did exactly that, in a spot on the edge of the moor, overlooking a beautiful valley, near a stile. ( We did wait until she had passed away, I hasten to add!)

The weather wasn't all that clear today but it's still a lovely, if slightly moody place/
The weather wasn’t all that clear today but it’s still a lovely, if slightly moody place/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And when the heather, which my Mum loved, is in bloom, the colours are amazing.
And when the heather, which my Mum loved, is in bloom, the colours are amazing.

Continue reading “Visiting Mum”