Every month - well, almost every month; we do take a break in August, and in either December or January (it was December this time) - our church does a bring-and-share lunch after the service. When there were only around 30 of us, this wasn't complicated. There was
So... the knitting is going like gangbusters; Gisele is being painted (she and all her accessories have now had their first coat of Payne's Grey, which for those who don't know is very nearly black, and I shall be going over that with silver to give
I'm not counting the Milward. I now have my first actual loom. Gisele is one of these. She arrived yesterday along with various other bits and pieces, and when I opened the box I was confronted by an illustrated instruction leaflet and a ziplock bag (quite tightly taped
My sister gave me an excellent thing for Christmas. It was another vegan air fryer cookery book; but this one is British, which means I don't have to go through converting everything into metric weights. Moreover, looking at it, I think most of the recipes have a fighting
My ancient mother doesn't want anything for Christmas. Well, she has quite a small bungalow and it's full of stuff, so she doesn't have room for a lot more of it; besides, it's not as if she can do so much reading
When I used to go to concerts regularly, I had a portable sewing kit. Theoretically, that meant I was able to repair any of the musicians involved. Soprano snapped a suspender? Bass burst a button? No problem. I was there. Except... somehow, it was never like that. The only person
I hope you all had a good Christmas... as did I, on the whole. Thanks to the air fryer I was able to cook up a splendid vegan Christmas feast with surprisingly little hassle, and I even managed to source a bottle of vegan zero-alcohol Australian Shiraz. I can'
I mentioned yesterday that the Milward loom, though it's going to be useful for many things, is not really what you want for ribbons and tapes. So I asked for recommendations on Mastodon, and someone suggested the rather Heath Robinson contraption in the photo, which is the Ashford
One thing you've probably noticed by now is that I don't do crafting, or for that matter life, in nice neat little separate pigeonholes. Everything bounces off and influences everything else. I'm the sort of person who has a 10 cm square for calculating
With some women, it's really not obvious. I don't name names on this blog, so we shall call her The Artist. She's our pastor's wife's sister, and I'm not 100% sure but I believe what happened was that
The thing with sewing, like pretty much any human endeavour you care to name, is that now and then it goes wrong. So I thought it might be fun to have a post about the sort of thing you might do when it does. Very often, of course, the right
Once again, this is rather stretching the definition of "crafts", but... 'tis the season, so I thought I'd show you something I did for Christmas 2015, all unsuspecting that six months later I'd be fighting for my life in the Northern General Hospital.