Monday, 19 December 2011

Deck The Halls

I daren't have tried persuading my boy to go halves on a tree (he calls upon his Jewishness particularly hard at this time of year...) but I also couldn't resist decorating just slightly.

So, I knit fourteen of these little blighters and strung them together. I already had lots of red wool left over from other projects (this one included.)


Darren referred to them as 'The Mitten Parade' after I'd tacked them up. I liked that.

Saturday, 26 November 2011

What sound do bunnies make?


For information, slippers seem silent.

I made these from this pattern but I should have felted them a little longer, I fear. Felt first timer. They're perfect, but not as rigid as the pattern photographs suggest they should be. I'm taking this as an excuse to another pair for my mother in white.

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

‎'In the Hollywood of the late 1940s, it was a fad to listen to someone talk seriously about something, and then say "Oh, shit" in a normal conversational tone without changing your expression.'

- Noted within The Girl Who Walked Home Alone by Charlotte Chandler

Wednesday, 6 July 2011

SLICE WHERE YOU LIVE LIKE PIE

We're contemplating moving again. I'm scared of how many things there will be to find boxes for (temporarily) and new homes for (permanently). How much can I get for my materialism on eBay? Or is the market saturated with the stuff during this financial climate?


Image was found whilst browsing here.

Everything I Have, 2008 By Simon Evans. (Pen, paper, scotch tape, white out60 1/4 X 40 1/8 inches)

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

THIS GUY

Up until relatively recently, I'd walk past this fellow every day on my route home. He was right opposite my house thus almost signalling the end of my journey, but I think there's more to the fact that I entirely adored him than that.


Hey, you!

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

I wish we would never sit still.

Inspiration for whilst we're all so lively and won't pipe down. I wish this could be my holiday.

Rapha Continental – The Movie from RAPHA on Vimeo.


Found on their website, which gives lots of information about how awesome they really are.

I wish we could stay in one place.

If I knew I'd never have to move home again, this is what I'd do.

The Library from Sergey Stefanovich on Vimeo.

Found here.

Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Fringe Benetwit.

As someone who accidentally gave myself a miniature fringe a week before a good friend's wedding, the incident is luckily raw enough to persuade me out of giving a tape trim a try.

Found this beauty, here.

Tuesday, 24 May 2011

Crumbs.

There's been too much worrying lately. I don't know where I'm going and my boyfriend has known he's been heading towards the most busy weekend of his wee life. So, once we'd made it through that one, it seemed only fitting he come home to a giant Oreo I'd made whilst he was away for three days.

It's double stuffed, too. Tastes just like the real thing. Pride tastes like Oreo.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Hot Wire My Heart

I didn't really get Alexa Chung... I appreciate a girl being able to dress stupendously well but I like it to be coupled with a little more (humour/humility) which isn't really demonstrated when someone's enviably skinny frame is plastered across magazines mutely present at endless fashion frivolities.

And then she said in this month's Vogue:

"I saw a picture of myself at a Mulberry event last year in LA. I had a really deep tan and long, slightly blonde hair. And I just wondered: who are you? Terry Nutkins?"

Which not only made me burst out laughing, but also reminded me of the time I had a 'Really Wild Show' leaflet folded up at playtime when playing The X Files, forming an FBI badge with Terry's face in the picture slot.


Just as I hadn't thought I'd ever hear the words, "That's not David Duchovny, that's Terry Nutkins", Chung has proved equally surprising. I love when that happens.

Finding things you'd forgot

I didn't remember having made this card for the boy on our first anniversary but that's because it was a long, lonnnng time ago (to be read like I'm an old lady looking back)...


It turned up the other day amidst every note I've ever left him. Hoarder.


Tuesday, 26 April 2011





Someone with a real dry sense of humour and lovely temperament passed away this weekend; I had to take the call today when his brother let us know. Completely coincidentally, I found photos of the above exhibition online a few hours later, about memory and memorialising.

I now want to cover his office entirely in crochet cobwebs.

R.I.P. D.O.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Pop Quiz

Sometimes I wonder why it is that I'm socially awkward...


Other times, I seem to know.

Monday, 18 April 2011


"Never say anything that doesn't improve on silence."
Richard Yates

Thursday, 14 April 2011

Workshop for Potential Literature

I've been reading a lot about the Oulipo lately; a literary group who impose rigidly invented structures on writing. Almost imposing a box for themselves to them to not so much think outside of but stretch themselves outside in.

Some favourite ideas...

Poems written with syllables that spell out your dog's name, reader unaware (so that the pup's interest is picqued when the right word following another sounds the same as his given monikker).

Beautiful outlaw (belle absente) : A poem which may not include the letters from your loved one's name, for whom it is written.

A novel called X20 (more thoroughly explained here) where cigarette cravings and chapters co-habit.


Now I'm finishing up 'Jealousy' by Alain Robbe-Grillet where the 'absent' narrator occupies every scene without making much of a mark or reference to himself, but watchfully and enviously suspects(and thus notes) that his wife seems to be falling in love with someone else. It's fascinatingly done.

Barriers in the way of writing no longer seem like a wholly negative notion. Perhaps they will eventually encourage the imagination to sprout.

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Bad Boyfriend Bunting

As a little "Surprise! You're in trouble" when he gets home.


'Rad Boyfriend' Bunting, on reverse.

Wednesday, 2 March 2011

Kid.

I only just found out about this documentary soon to be released about New York Times street photographer Bill Cunningham! Unbelievably excited.



Humble, talented, rides around on a Schwinn and calls everyone 'Kid'. What a dreamboat.

Tuesday, 8 February 2011

The Curve of Forgotten Things

Elle Fanning: Rodarte's Muse on Nowness.com.

Rodarte clothing, Richard Brautigan influenced titles and Terrence Malick influenced footage? My heart just skipped a beat.

Incredible showcase of the Spring 2011 collection by Todd Cole.

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Family Familiarity

My sister and I have little in common apart from mutual respect. She's the definition of 'meek and mild' which, in many's eyes, makes me purely wild.


Dreamt the over day that we were hanging out together in a stilted fashion - me knitting, her flicking through a magazine. All normal. I informed her that 'this wool isn't quite what the pattern suggested so it's a bit of an experiment to see if it would work.' She was interested, she nodded. We continued.

Then, the mitten was completed. Slipped it over my hand. It was huge, an oven glove for a giantess. "Whoops, didn't quite work!" I said light-heartedly. "Aaah, no it didn't" she responded.

"WELL, YOU'VE NEVER TRIED TO KNIT A MITTEN" I, of course, then blasted with the voice of a demonic being. Of course. The perfect end.

...Might be a bit more going on there than it let on, eh?

Friday, 28 January 2011

Things I've found out this week:

The Charlston works pretty well with a little Dafting up.



I want to be proposed to in a really socially inept manner over toast. 'Propoast'.



I'm homeless from my Birthday. (Rectifiable.)

Friday, 21 January 2011

Win some / lose some.

The overwhelming smoothness of my Wolford tights resulted in disaster a few days ago when, whilst rushing down the stairs after being promised a cheese toastie, I slipped and smashed the two ceramic mugs I'd been carrying. That weren't mine, that were my boyfriend's Mum's. Tea: everywhere.

I headed to M&S to replace them today before she returns from a cruise (for the record, I had to settle for something similar rather than a replica so am still fearing wrath).

Noticed as I passed the shoe aisle that they've very successfully replicated Louis Vuitton heels from last season in a wearable/affordable fashion... so I'll let them off.



Friday, 14 January 2011

There's The Beef

I didn't know about this until now and I'm always interested in knowing where the beef is.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

IT'S OVER


Oh so sad as I managed to finish my sweater in time but am still so psyched about how well it turned out that I wish I could keep on wearing it. Already planning to recreate in a more all year round colour to cushion the back-on-the-hanger-you-go blow.

Nb. Please ignore my bizarre grimace in this photo. I couldn't have been less ready.