My creative Space

In my creative space there is a mohair bear head, that I can't stop working on, when I should be making more amis for the market.

but then I don't want Colin to be lonely as he's coming along and he might feel strange being the only mohair guy in a see of amis.

In my creative space there's a freshly made Boris who I think feels slightly overwhelmed by his own colour.

FOr more creative spaces pop over to Kirstys.

Gordon

When making a new bear or toy some come together so quickly for me, work for the first try , others times it takes longer, lots of redoing, unpicking and redoing. My new elephant was the latter.

Having not been as happy as I would like to be of my previous Elephant amigurumi attempts, I set out on Friday to make a new pattern. 3 heads, 3 ears and 4 body makeovers later, Gordon was born.

Admittedly perhaps head no 2 would have be OK or fine ( a word that I don't like) but since i was trying to make something I felt more happy with i felt like it was sort of beside the point.

Gordon is obsessed with all things nautical and sailing. He especially loves racing little boots on whatever water he can find lying around. He likes Peanut Britter a whole lot too.

the Moby Potholder

It's not the most highly original name for my latest Potholder, since he is the potholder version of Moby but the problem is now I can't shake the name, since I've been calling him that even when he was just an idea in my head. Even if I try to name him something else, I always call him the Moby Potholder. SO I've resigned to called him TMP but if you think of another name I'd love to hear it.

It's not the exact same colour grey as Moby the bear, i found this ball of grey yarn in my house, from many moons ago which I had totally forgotten about. I leave in that sort of ( chaos) house.

I now have 4 potholders for my Market, which is what I'd aimed to have, so I've feeling a little pleased that I've achieved it. I'm not sure if I'll do anymore for now, but I felt 4 was a good at least number.

Reading back on this post, I feel like it's the most random waffling on post, so I'll leave it at that.

Hope you have a great Monday.x

Dusty shows her true colours

Remember Dusty? Well she's settling in wonderfully.

The thing is Dusty never barks, ever. We think it's the dingo in her, but it's quite weird we someone knocks at the door, silence, someone comes into the house- not a sound. She just doesn't bark.

That is until today.

I was over at Mum and Dad's watched the Grand Final. ( OMG !What a game)

Whenever St Kilda got a goal or did something super good and we all jumped up and down and screamed, Dusty would run around all of us barking excitedly , stumpy little tail wagging and got very affectionate with us all.

But whenever Collingwood got a goal, Dusty would retreat to her bed and look incredibly depressed.

it was very funny.

It seems Dusty is a St Kilda supporter. ( NOTE: she did not react this way with the Swans and our excitement with their goals and wins, rather she look terrified. I kid you not)

pS Again what a game! Amazing! i'm so proud of St Kilda for fighting back the way they did, and I'm so proud of their positive spirit and outlook coming off the ground , and for next week, when they have to do it all again)

C'mon Saints! Do it for Dusty xoxo

GO SAINTS!!!

I do love this time of year and all the house and shop decorations ( even the ones for Collingwood)

I'm not jumping teams, but St Kilda are my second side. so You know what I'll be doing today.

I'm pretty nervous to be honest. ANd I think I'm not the only one.

Someone's starting drinking early.

the one that almost didn't make it.

Poncho had a slightly traumatic begginning to life. His mother for quite sometime was convinced he was a Poodle, but after much reassurance from some lovely people- and when he became a full bear, she realized he really was a Panda after all.

Poncho however is not one to hold a grudge, he's not that sort of Panda. He's more the sort of Panda who likes star gazing, riding on the carousel ( not the feriss wheel) and raspberry licorice.

My creative Space

I totally forgot Kirsty is on holiday, and then remembered after Id written this so I decided what the hell I'll publish it anyway. So
Buisness as usual in my creative space.

The family continues to grow- almost covering the whole couch top.

Wombok departed for NSW

but then days later was mysteriously reincarnated in a slightly different form joined by two rather bulbous bossy mates.

And it wouldn't be my space without some sort of head obsessing and wobbles.

this time it's about this fluffy Panda head which I'm worried lots more like a poodle with his poodle snout.

OUCH!

Tink and I had our first incident. Inevitable really, like the burning toast when you've got a new toaster.

I wish I could say to you that is was someone else's fault, a stupid driver or another arrogant biker.

But no in an effort up the with the great Red Hot Bootie accident of winter 2010 ( which I still have the scars) , it was again a display of my pure co-ordination. I lost control of her and smashed into a wall on my right, lost total balance and then fell onto my left onto the road with Tinkerbell falling on top of me. Boy she is heavy.

The thing is Tink goes a lot faster than my old bike and it so much easier to ride, and I like going fast. And I'm not used to front breaks rather than back ones.

The good news is I've learnt that leaver I thought changed the gears actually loosens the handlebars and the bike is completely unscathed. I however am not, left hand cut up and bruises popping up in all sorts places ( especially on my bottom and around my crotch- which I will not show you)

As adults Im not sure we are used to falling so much, at the time I felt both like crying and deeply embarassed. Much to my relief there was no one around and it was on a tiny street.

Luckily too i got back up on her and rode her to home, determined not to be afraid of bike riding. I'll be back to riding soon, I'm sure, just when I'm not so sore.

well worth the wait

Last year for my birthday I asked my mum for a new old bike, with gears.
As much as I love my old old bike ( not pictured), it is rather old and creeky and has no gears, so if there's the slightest slope or breeze, little bike struggles, and it's all too much work for me, in something that i want to be fun. Which meant I wasn't riding the poor thing.

Anyway Mum asked where she should look , and I knew just the place.

Cam at Meet Me At Mikes finds fabulous old bikes and restores them, so we asked Cam to look out for a bike for me. Cam also knows what I like in terms of bikes and how I'm rather short.

I was prepared to wait for the perfect bike, and a couple of months ago Pip told me they had my bike for me. A vintage Peugot with 5 gears.

Because I've been so busy it took me ages to get to Mikes to meet my bike ( sorry about the pun) but they kindly kept it for me to inspect and when I finally did it was love at first sight.

Dad picked my bike, named Tinkerbell, up yesterday. Isn't she gorgeous? And she's a dream to ride. SHe is living inside when not being ridden so she doesn't just rusty or stollen. She's rather fancy, she folds down has an amazing old generated powered light and her original bell. I think she's a bit too good for me to be honest. I'm a very lucky girl.

Cam's done an amazing job and fixing her up, when she found her she was in bits, and now look at her.

thanks SO much Cam and Pip ! I just LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!

A freshly baked Donut

If you like the fuzzy kind that is.

Happy Saturday xo

Approaching the big 30

At the end of this month I'm turning 30 and to be honest I'm sort of freaking out about it and the fact that I'm still single. I know it's silly it's just a number and times of changed but never the less all my friends and most people I know are in a relationship and or with kids, and sometimes it's hard not to feel like a freak. It makes seeing them and socializing awkward and hard, always being just Jess, the single one, the plus 1 without a plus one. And i'm tired of it, I'm tired of being on my own, and i get lonely.

I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea, I've never been the girl with 50 friends and 5 boyfriends ( that's my sister) but I don't need 5 I just would like one, someone to share life with, to make me laugh, drive me up the wall, and generally just be with. I see what so many others have and I feel I would like that too. Sometimes it hard to keep holding on to the hope that something will happen and not take it personally, as I know the older I get it doesn't get any easier. I know it's the worse thing I can do, start of loss confidence in myself, but well it's easier said than done.

I don't mean to complain, I know there are many wonderful things about my life now and my freedom , but after a while if it's the freedoms seem appealing and like freedoms somehow. I know having a man in my life will bring complications and difficulties too , but by single has it's own forms of those, and I'm ready for a change.

I hope this post makes sense. I've been going over over in my head whether to write it not, but it wouldn't go away and i guess sometimes it's better out than in.

thanks for listening,

I hope you are having a wonderful friday xo

A one track Mind.

When Kate posted her fabulous tutorial for crocheted ric rac, my mind starting ticking. I had to give it a go, as I have always loved her beautiful ric rac.

Because where others ( perhaps most) saw pretty trim for clothes and cushions and the like.

I saw snazzy bear scarves. Or in this case snazzy bunny shawl.

thanks so much Kate, for the fantastic and super clear pattern!! I can see how this could become addictive. xo

Doodlebug

Guess who?

I have to say it's nice to be back to a bit of my own drawing - as primitive and childlike as it may be

Saturday

Saturday was a bit of jam packed day for our little family.

I started off the day as usual going for my morning walk, I always love seeing houses showing support for the Swans, and that although the Swans moved to Sydney, around here they are very much thought of as South still

Firstly we headed off to a family party celebrating Davis 1st birthday, my cousin's little boy.

Davis is an amazing little boy, last year he was born at 28 weeks, at the size of a 21 week old.

The fact that this little boys is still with us is a miracle, in his first year he has faced many hurdles and times of worry and ill health, only to come triumphant and smiling everytime. It was a priveledge to be there to celebrate him, and the strength and commitment of his two parents.

( sorry for the lack of no picks- there were so many cameras going I didn't want to add to the family paparazzi feeling)

Then we headed off to meet a friend for a drink before going to the MCG to see the Swans play in one of the prelimenary finals against the Bulldogs.

Luckily we had time for a quick visit to the fairy tree.

Unfortunately after a fantastic start my boys lost the plot a little and lost the game by 5 points.

It was heartbreaking both the defeat, but even more so because this meant it was the last game of my favourite player Brett Kirk, a wonderful player, leader and man.

A man who was blessed with the biggest level of skill or talent, but hung in there, tried many different ways, never gave up only to become an invaluable player and one of the most respected footballers in the competition.

image from here

I have to admit I barely held it together as he was taken of the ground of the shoulders of his team mates, and its never good to see your team loses and not play well, I wouldn't have missed it for the world.

image from here

Looking back on it's funny yesterday was a bit for me the celebration of two battlers, who against all odds have come out on top.

I hope you are having wonderful weekend xo

My Creative Space

Buisness as usual over here at TBW.

Operation Amigurumi Couch Top Takeover continues , with some familiar faces joining the gang

spencer and moby

plus the debut of Frosty the black lamb.

There's been a failed potholder earlier in the week, so here's hoping this one work out better, I'm having nose problems at the moment.

For anyone who is interested, the Craft Hatch market i'm preparing for is on the 23rd of October, from 11am-4pm at the State Library. For all the details and to see some of the other amazing makers you can either click here, or on the Hatch button on the right there.

It would be lovely to see some (human) friendly faces, but I really don't want you to feel any pressure to buy anything.

FOr more creativity and hours of fun pop over to Kirsty's.

Baa baa black sheep...

Have you any wool?
Yes sir yes sir,
I'm actually made out of alpaca

On the long list of things I've been obsessed with doing, was a black lamb. i decided to use this less black black alpaca wool which has a fluffy hairy texture which I thought suited a lamb ( which explains the white little hairy bits on him, it's not me being lazy and not wanting to pick them off.)
His name is Frosty and he likes building sandcastles and Matzo Ball soup.

And yes in case you were wondering he and Enid are going steady.

So wrong yet so right

Meet the Noodle. I found The Noodle on ebay. The Noodle was a bargain and no one else wanted The Noodle. I'm not sure why or how someone could give up The Noodle.

I mean how could anyone not love The Noodle?!!