Sunday, January 24, 2016

Crochet doilies turned into placemats

Sadly I’ve neglected my blog and sewing for a while but life happens and sometimes ones priorities just need to change, not to mention hoping all the parasites and bugs that wanted to attack you are now over and done with.
I cleared cupboards during our festive season break and found these crochet doilies my mom had made for me in the early 80’s.  I don’t think I’ve used these in the last 15 of more years but just couldn’t get it over my heart to throw or give them away.  So I decided to make placemats, which we still use.

This is my first set done and my first completed  project for 2016.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Another Christmas over and done with

We had the big kids over the day before Christmas and spent most of the day outdoors by the pool and in the garden while DH slaved away trying to get as much as possible done in the main bedroom.

Granddaughter, Lleia discovered the trampoline, had her first Christmas gifts to open and experienced her first late evening awake until grandpa put her in the hammock and soon she was back to dreamland.

The day after Christmas we drove to visit Karin’s family at the dam where the men caught lovely fish and we ladies enjoyed cocktails and a lovely lunch prepared for us by the De Villiers girls. 

DH had to start the workers again today which gave me time to run through the house with a mop and do the washing seeing that our blonde is leaving for a holiday with friends later today and needs ALL her clothing!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Only 4 rows needed

My hexagons turned cubes quilt is only 4 rows away from joining the top to the bottom and having a completed flimsy.

I decided to tackle this UFO when we had a sewing date at Karin’s but alas the 4 rows have become a massive obstacle and I just can’t get myself to do this.

Here the two halves overlapping on my design wall can be seen.

In my defense DH is renovating our bedroom and the house is a huge mess to say the least but with every day comes a little progress.

These photos show the wall behind the bed being turned into a focal point.  One of these days we might be sleeping on our bed again.

Monday, December 03, 2012

A centipede for princess Lleia

Our granddaughter was named after princess Leia in Star Wars – the spelling is slightly different and our Lleia is much fatter than the Leia on TV!

Now my son’s name is Roelf and our 12 year old African Grey parrot doesn't like him very much but says his name perfectly.  So when my son got married, the parrot immediately called his wife, “Roelf” too. When the granddaughter arrived, we all called her princess – all of us except for Meeko, the parrot, who now calls her Princess Roelf.  Not taught, not told – she made the connection.

I decided that Lleia must have a couple of handmade soft toys and even before I made her the little patchwork puppy in THIS POST I made her this centipede using both knitting and crochet.

Poor Karin had her hands full trying to explain to me all the knitting and crochet abbreviations but it got done!

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Touring Croatia - The final part

I found Opatija a rather noisy city and when fireworks went off at midnight the first night we slept there, I got quite a fright.  With reminders of the war all over the country I didn't know what to expect and believe it or not, friend Karin, slept through it all.  There I was not knowing whether to run in my PJ’s without her, wake her up to run with me……. No one knows where the two of us would run to or just await death in a hotel room.

Half past 8 our bus left for Pula where we had a stunning tour guide, Erika, taking us to the amphitheater.

Done here we went further to Rovijn where Erika went on to tell us all about St Eufemia in whose honor a church was built.  This was a Christian girl who was fed to the lions because of her religion and according to the stories even though the lions killed her, they never ate her but only licked her feet.

Then it was back to Opatija where with its 12 km long promenade running next to the Adriatic ocean.

Back in Opatija we decided we had to try out a shooter Erika told us about called Meditsa and had time to enjoy our last day as tourists in Croatia which obviously included a couple more foreign drinks.

After an extremely early rise the following day, we drove back to Trogir to catch our flight to Istanbul.  There we had to wait for more than 10 hours for our connecting flight to Johannesburg which meant Turkish airlines provided us with a hotel in Istanbul.  This we hardly used as we wanted to explore what we could for the short while we've been there.

 Not much happening on a Sunday in Istanbul though (when you don’t have your own transport I suppose) so we settled for drinks in the hotel garden.  Fellow Bloemfonteiner, Marti was clued up about the drinks and we tried as many as we could.

Home sweet home, touching money we’re familiar with and quitting our drinking habits before the men got to fetch us!