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That is probably what I’ll be after a month of frenzied writing, knitting and crocheting.

My first day produced 1117 stitches for NaKnitMo, no words for NaNoWriMo, and a blog entry. Room for improvement methinks!

Yesterday I decided to make a prototype duck toy. After lots of frogging, this is what I produced.

P1190039ed   Now, I think he is recognisable as a duck, but he has many faults, poor soul. The crochet isn’t tight enough and reveals his stuffing.  His beak, though the idea worked well, is too big and the shape needs refining. His head is too big, his feet need less stuffing, and are not joined in the right place, or at least so that they are pointing the right way. Poor Duck! But, I’ll work on his brother today and see if I can improve the design. I didn’t like the cotton I was using for his beak, so that needs changing as well.

However, I might make a start on something else first, we’ll see. Depends how the whim takes me!




Duck 1



I have discovered that I am not very good at drawing crows. No matter how hard I tried, they either came out looking like ducks, or pigeons or some other bird, and I couldn’t quite get the hostile look. They all seemed to emerge as benign, not feisty. But I had to draw a couple of ATC’s (my partner in the swap prefers hand drawn ATC’s rather than collage) so I had a go. Don’t laugh…but here are the results of my painful endeavours!

When I tried to make this last one a bit smaller, I couldn’t replicate it, so I made it into a blank card for her. I think I had more success with the flamingos!


The quiet season

For all that I have been busy, I haven’t done much crafting. I thought that there would be a load of stuff to put onto the blog, but had to search to find anything at all. Definitely a lull in productivity. This is partly because I have been concentrating on the back room, but partly because I have not been well. I have fibromyalgia which has been bad the last few weeks and slows me down completely. It would seem that the mojo has disappeared and all I can do is hope that he will come back! meanwhile, here are some piccies of recent work…not many though!





Needles and Pins.

By the time I went to school I could knit quite well. My mother taught me, and I loved it. In the infant class I made a blanket for my doll’s cot, and was very proud when the head-teacher admired my dropped stitches. I remember it was very brightly coloured squares, obviously using my mothers left over balls of wool. By the time I was eight, not only was I knitting dolls and teddies jumpers, but also trying my hand at sewing. The results were pretty diabolical, but at least I was trying. Somewhere I have a doll dressed in the first dolly’s dress I ever made. My wonderful Wendy Boston Bear wears his turquoise jumper proudly, made I think when I was about ten. My mother made his tartan trousers.


  Meanwhile during my years at junior school, I was also being craftily productive. I remember making an apron that took ages, and a cross stitch tray cloth, which suffered greatly from misaligned stitches…some things never change! I don’t have those items any more, but I do have these. They have been stored away and treasured, packed away, but not forgotton.DUCK              Front of purse 


Blossom 3           Fsh 2

 So, even at that tender age I was eager to create. Notice the duck? Maybe I just had a thing about ducks! I know that I had a jigsaw puzzle which depicted a coral reef and lots of beautiful coloured fish, so that might have influenced the fish picture. The blossoms were probably the result of admiring the cherry blossom on the tree in the garden.


In the beginning…

there were note books and exercise books which became dotted with tiny marks and scrawls. Coloured lines, squiggles and bands marched across pages, and were presumably symptomatic of how I, as a baby / toddler was feeling. I don’t remember much about my art at that age, other than one piece of work which must have been done when I was four or five years old. It was Christmas, and we were staying, as we always did, with my grandmother, in a tiny hamlet, about thirty miles from home. My parents always arrived a few days after my brothers and myself, so I presume that on this occassion, we were being looked after because my Gran had gone to pick up my parents. Our babysitter was a young girl called Violet. I have no idea how old she was, but she was probably in her teens. Violet thought it would be a good idea if we did some mobiles that we could hang on the big christmas tree which stood in the hallway of Gran’s house. I don’t think I got the message about it being christmassy though, and set to work with crayons and paper, scissors and string and created …a duck! Perhaps we had talked about ducks or something. Anyway, I can see the finished product to this day, and it is the first artwork I can remember creating by myself. It looked something like this…

 Christmas Duck

I was very proud of my duck, but I have no recollection as to whether it was hung on the tree, or anywhere else, or even if I took it home after Christmas. As a side note, I often wondered what happened to Violet. As a shy child, I thought she was wonderful. I hope she went on to have a good life.

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