Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Drink Tea and Do Some Knitting

Very good advice if you ask me. I have been enjoying many a cup of tea this last little while and I have been enjoying knitting my aran woolly. Is it my imagination but does one seem to drink more tea when knitting?? I have been hellbent on finishing my jumper. Since I last 'chatted' with you, when a menial chore demanded some of my attention I have repeatedly said, "just a moment; let me finish this row". I always remember my darling mum saying to me "Kimmy (no-one but my mother ever addressed me so)...always finish the row you're working on before you put your knitting down." Wise woman, was my mother. So.....because I would never in a million years think of disregarding her wisdom, I always finish the row. =)

My single-minded determination of knitting till I reached the woolly finishing line, with both knitting pins raised high in the air, whilst rather exultantly shouting hip-hip-hooray; has reaped wonderful rewards. The constant clickety clack of the needles has resulted in the completion of my aran woolly. A huge sigh of relief at this juncture. This jumper really took an age to knit, and I might add I am not in the least bit sorry that it is done.

It is a jumper which oozes cabled texture and is a long one.....it covers my derriere. It is a bulky knit, perfect for those early, wintry morning walks where the landscape is shrouded in a veil of mist. 

These last couple of days the mornings have been unbelievably beautiful. These mornings when the sun's rays send beams of light through the maze of mist is truly a most splendid sight. These misty mornings delight me. They declare God's loving kindness to me. Each morning is a gift from Him to me. It is these mist-filled mornings that God's awesome handiwork brings a tear to my eyes......they humble me. I will never tire of seeing the majesty of the sun rising each morning, kissing me on the cheek.

So.......me thinks whilst roaming around this little patch of paradise that I call home, on those early, misty morning meetings with my Heavenly Father, my aran woolly will keep me toasty warm.

The garden is still being a bit of a showoff; not that I mind of course. The Cosmos are still 'cosmos-ing', a few of the roses have decided to still astonish with their beauty and the Easter Daisies are in bloom delighting many a bumble bee. The longer the garden gifts me with beautiful blooms is just fine with me, thank you very much.

Little pink, orchid-like impatiens cover the ground everywhere, like a carpet. They too seed like weeds every Summer. These pretty flowers though, will soon disappear.

I cannot tell you how much I am beside myself with great joy with the completion of this woolly. My poor ol' pea brain no longer has to perform cranial gymnastics. My muddly brain pan no longer has to think about RT, LT, MB, C3, BC, FC, C4B, C4F etc etc., or indeed which row I am up to. Thank goodness for that! Though, would you believe another aran pattern has caught my eye. I know, I know.....what am I thinking!! But.......for now the most taxing thought in my muddly brain pan is in which pretty teacup will I drink my tea?? =)

Until the next time.......

Friday, March 2, 2018

Summer is fading

Each day tells me Summer is slowly fading. The sunlight bathing the countryside is softer, less vibrant. On my early morning walks Old Man Sun is showing his face a little later. As he is resting lower in the sky, throughout the day beams of sunshine ever so slowly creep across the rooms of my humble abode like tentacles, touching here and there, casting a warm glow everywhere. One thing I do love about Winter is the sunshine that fills each room. There is a crispness to the air......aah yes, Summer is fading.

I love early morning walks. Each morning I am a witness to nature slowly arising and greeting the new day. It is a beautiful time of the morning. It is a time where it is just me, Maisie and my Heavenly Father. It is a time when I pray to Him and silently chat about so, so many things. Each morning is different. Each day's sky is different. Some days are filled with lovely blue skies suffused with light casting a milky glow, some days filled with amazing cloud formations................LOVE clouds; or some mornings the landscape is veiled in the lightest of mists. Those misty mornings add a luminosity and ethereal quality to the countryside.  No morning is the same. Each morning is a perfect beginning to a new day.

The garden too, tells me that perhaps Summer is beginning to think about leaving my little corner of the world, to visit all you lovelies way up there and stay for a season. Yes indeedy, Summer is making way for Autumn. The flowers are showing signs that it is time to rest awhile. That is okay because each and every flower has performed the most lyrical of colourful dances for  me to enjoy. They warrant a long slumber. The leaves of trees will soon don their autumnal, crisp, taffeta-like frocks in the most glorious of shades and after a while, will slowly and delicately float to the ground. In a month or two the trees will be bare of their verdant canopy.

The Hydrangeas are changing into softer, autumnal hues, the roses are all but gone and other Summer flowers have finished. Though I must say, the Cosmos are still awash in an exuberant palette of pinks. They will continue to smile and sashay in rhythm until that cranky old fellow, Jack Frost arrives. Wish oh wish he wouldn't visit me; he is not welcome.

We haven't planted Cosmos seeds for years now. At the end of their flowering season the Cosmos drop seeds and gift us with gazillion of flowers the next season. They are truly like weeds, but oh-so-beautiful weeds. Though Hydrangeas are my favourite flowers, Cosmos are way up there on my list. I cannot but smile when I see their pretty faces and besides, they do not need any care or looking after, they just bloom where they fall and contribute to our rather disobedient garden. Though manicured gardens are beautiful, I rather love wild, disobedient gardens. I rather love  flowers invading the garden and popping up wherever they will.

The Dahlias are in their last flush and though they are still gifting me with beautiful flowers, it won't be long till the cooler weather will burn the leaves and flowers, precipitating them to scurry deep into the ground away from you know who's, icy fingers.

Isn't this wall hanging cool?? I acquired it from a friend who asked if I wanted it. It belonged to my friend's mother-in-law who had recently passed away. As my friend was clearing the house out in readiness for selling, she asked me if there was anything I would like. I said "you know the wall hanging on the hall wall........I wouldn't mind that.....it would make for an excellent prop for photo shoots". My friend looked at me quizzically and said, "what wall hanging??????" My friend had never noticed it!!!!! This wall hanging is about one and a half metres in length and one metre in height and was the only object on the rather drab, hall walls. It was rather like a beacon of colour and pictorial interest. My friend had never noticed it in all the time she had visited her mother-in-law. Incredible! My beady little eyes spotted it the very first time I entered the home. 'Tis funny, isn't it, what we do and do not see. When I enter a room my eyes ricochet from wall to floor taking in all that is to see. 'Tis a visual kinda gal, that I am.

It was probably fashioned in Italy and is a beautiful, tactile velvet. I have a few rugs of the same ilk.....they always come in handy when I need a prop to gussy up a photo or two.

Love the peacock strutting in all his glory. He's totally aware what a pretty fellow he is, posing proudly in front of the gorgeous backdrop of trees, the swans gliding on a pond, the flowers and an Indian building in the aesthetics of the Taj Mahal. It really is a most striking hanging. I won't labour the point.....but truly....how did my friend not notice this pretty!!

With the cooler days I have picked up my aqua, woolly pretty once again. It is my intention to finish this woolly this year, sooner rather than later.

With the back and sleeves finished, all I have to knit now is the front. If all goes well and my needles clickety clack faster than fast, perhaps I will be stepping out in this warm woolly this winter. Though, I have to confess, since picking this woolly up yet again I have had the most bothersome of times. The saga of knitting this woolly,  began way back in January 2016, which if you want to read my frustrations with the pattern, you can so do here. What can I say, I am not the world's fastest knitter. =) I think I have unravelled the bask of the front about ten times this week. Each time I have made a teeny tiny mistake, continued knitting without noticing the glitch and when an inch or two has been knitted the snafu (love that word) has hit me smack in the face!! I don't know why I have made so many boo boos with the bask as it isn't difficult. If I didn't love this jumper so much, I think I would throw the whole blasted thing out the window!! BUT.......I will persevere....and I know I have said it before.....I will not fall on my sword  knitting needle and end it all......well at least......not yet!!

Love all that cable loveliness. As you can see, I have finally completed the bask and am well on the way to knitting the aran pattern. Amazingly, I have fallen  into a groove and it is knitting up rather quickly. Not far to go now, only....I do hope I have not spoken a little too soon. I do hope I have not "put the mocker " on finishing my woolly, before Jack Frost arrives.

A little hand quilting has also been in progress as well. I have picked up my Spring Blossoms quilt top and am happily quilting away. I am loving quilting this quilt. The hexie flowers and all the bright and happy, scrappy fabrics make me smile. A lot of things in life make me smile, don't they. =)

I toed and froed about how to quilt. I deliberated long and hard over perhaps quilting in a rainbow of bright and happy colours but decided against this thought. I want the flowers to be the star of this quilt so I am only outlining around the flowers and leaves and then quilting around the border of each fabric.

One of these days I will throw caution to the wind and quilt in brightly coloured thread but that day is not today. Besides, if I quilted in bright colours my persnickety, beady li'l eyes would seek out each of those imperfect stitches and it would bother me endlessly. 'Tis funny how my eyes always go straight to the less than perfect stitches.

The backing I chose is an all over pattern of pink and blue chrysanthemums linen. Originally I was going to have a scrappy backing but I changed my mind. This fabric is a wider width, which meant I needed less fabric, therefore being less expensive. Besides I love the sumptuousness of the print; love the big blousy chrysanthemums.

Summer may soon depart this far rural outpost for those shores further north, but with Old Man Sun beaming his rays of warmth and sunniness into my home and indeed, casting a happy glow on my flower-filled, boudoir wall each day, the colour, brightness and ambience will always give a feeling of summery cheeriness.

This weekend, there may just be time for a little knitting, a little quilting and a cup of tea.....or two.

There's my gardener photo bombing my photo shoot.....again!

Until the next time..........

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Vignettes of Blue

Blue, blue.....my heart is blue....not in a sad way, but in a peaceful, happy and tranquil kinda way.  To me there is no other hue quite like blue. Misty Blue, Dresden Blue, Majolica Blue, Swedish Blue, Porpoise Place, Ocean Surf, Northern Sky...............................paint chart after paint chart sing of rhapsodical names of exotic shades, of the colour blue. Why, our humble abode is painted in a Dulux paint shade called Harbour Master.

I have loved all things blue ever since I was a wee little girl. Blue is the colour of the sea and sky. My earliest memories are of Summer holidays at the seaside with my extended family. For weeks on end we would all holiday at an uncle's house just a hop, skip and jump from the beach.  We seemed to live at the beach, day after day, after day. I can remember being mesmerised by the sun-filled sky touching the sea in a straight line, almost as if the sky underlined and emphasised the horizon. I remember thinking in my child's mind, what would happen if those ships in the distance dropped off the edge. =).

These days my humble abode is far away from the beach, though I am still mesmerised by the wide, blue skies which kiss the landscape in which I live. Down here at the bottom of the world, I never grow tired of the Australian skies. They are painted the most beautiful azure blues on those sun-filled Summer days. As far as the eye can see God has dipped His brush into his palette of blues, swishing them around and around and magically painting broad strokes in myriad of blue hues.

Because Hydrangeas bloom everywhere in the garden in the summertime....AND....because I pick basket after basket of my favourite blooms, they appear everywhere in my (very) humble abode at this time of the year.

I love the late afternoon summer light peeking in, casting lovely shadows everywhere.

This wall clock is one that I painted many, many moons ago. It was way back when  I dabbled in folk art painting. I wanted to paint simple scenes of a lady (me) picking flowers and a scene of my husband and me with our two little girls. The bottom painting encapsulates my two girls perfectly. My eldest daughter was such a serious and proper little wee one and my youngest daughter.....well, she ran barefoot through meadows; no hat, climbed trees and always chatting to all the animals. These are very simple paintings..........artists of the world have nothing to fear from me. =)

It is said, is it not, that one should never judge a book by it's cover. Well.......this shallow gal quite often judges a book by the pretty binding which hugs the pages inside. Since a wee girl, I have been attracted to books with beautiful bindings. Old books with beautiful bindings send my head into a giddy spin. AND.......if ever I happen upon an old book with a blue binding, and all the better if it has a pretty picture......well it is a no brainer.....it comes home with me.

Pretty lace curtains, blue, blue Hydrangeas and a blue and white patterned rug.....heaven!

Once upon a time, this sweet little chest with painted Hydrangeas, was a present from my husband...love, love, LOVE!

Indeed, Hydrangeas and all pretties, blue, make me want to slip on my ballet slippers and pirouette through my day.

A recent acquisition. A lovely in blue T2 teacup, saucer and plate dancing with glorious pattern and hues of blue. I love the busyness of the different patterns. These patterns remind me of beautiful moorish tiles and Moroccan architecture.

The plate sings with a sweet verse around the border.........

Here’s to the feeling blue gives you, shining bright in the night, full of endless possibilities. Here’s to spending days chilling out and keeping content, celebrating the little wins this shade brings about.

I have read that blue is closely associated with harmony and peace. I must say I feel extremely calm and relaxed when surrounded by all things blue. It evokes within me a sense of "all is well with my little world". According to Colour Wheel Pro, "light blue is associated with health, healing, tranquility, understanding and softness. Dark blue represents knowledge, power, integrity, and seriousness. In addition, blue symbolizes faith, truth and wisdom." Well, there you go.......who am I to disagree with the learned ones. =)

We intuit colour, do we not?? Each one of us has a penchant for a certain colour or colours. I wonder, what colour or indeed colours, make your heart sing? So many colours in all their variational tones make me smile, but it is the blue hue that will always sing the most lyrical of songs.

Aah....blue Hydrangeas, blue teacups, blue tarted up chairs fashioned by moi, blue and white rugs,  blue quilts and throws, books embraced in  blue bindings.........all so very pretty.

While you are belly button gazing and thinking upon all things colour, I am off to enjoy a cuppa in my pretty, Moroccan inspired, teacup, and be swept away for a li'l while on my magic blue carpet, to the imaginative, faraway lands of the exotic Arabian Nights.....and I might add.....without ever having to leave the comfort of my tarted up, pretty blue fabric and doily, chair.

Until the next time...............