letter to america

From 1999 to 2004 the incomparable Alistair Cooke sent out to the world a 'Letter from America'. You can listen to them in the BBC archives and I highly recommend that you do.

A few weeks ago now, the delightful Maureen from Annapolis paid me a great compliment by suggesting that I do my own version, a sort of 'blog from America'. What I've settled on is a new and occasional series named 'Letter to America', partly because I have a few things to say and partly because I think that Australians love to let America know how odd we think it is. So, here goes:

Dear America,

Cheese is not orange.

It is coloured with annatto. Please stop doing this because my revulsion for cheese the colour of earwax is greatly limiting my dairy intake.

Sincerely, Amelia

Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.

shhhh

Here's a little something that I have been working on, on the side. Not too many details because it is a gift for my secret pal.

the price of admission

I really hate to admit defeat but it has come to my attention that I can't do everything, or at least, not all at once. I do have a bit of a habit of over-enrolling myself in activities, over-committing myself (even if just to myself). It's just that the world is so exciting and there is so much to do and really, I am interested in so many things.

I had my deferred exam for Introduction to Health Economics yesterday - hooray. It went ok, I'm confident that I passed but the lead-up to it was very stressful. And now I am enrolled in two subjects this semester and I just don't think that I can manage it. I am vacillating at the moment between discontinuing just one of them (already done) and discontinuing them both and just taking a breather. The thing is, it really means something to me to be doing this course - makes me feel like while I am taking this year out from my 'career' that I am still achieving 'something'. Because raising a child, moving countries, settling in and setting up a house doesn't count as something? Oh, Amelia!

But when you're snappy at your husband, impatient with your little one and generally at the end of your tether, it's time to stop, take a breather and smell the roses. So, I do admit defeat, it's time to slow down and do some joyful mothering, a bit of crafting, relax a bit and be happy - that's kind of a little victory in itself.

ps. Can you see that I've been quilting? More about that next time.

this is ... a work in progress

Ha ha, this topic makes me laugh. A work in progress ... well, what's not? This life, this blog, this post ... all of it, a work in progress.

But oh, the crafty kind? A while ago I attempted to document my works in progress, all tagged with 'best intentions' but really, I couldn't keep up with all of the materials and ideas that I kept coming up with. There's a little list over there in the side bar which I will dash to update as soon as I have hit publish. Some of those things are languishing heaven-knows-where and there are others that I am halfway through which haven't even made it onto the list. Like this:


My quilt is coming along really well. My $3.00 quilt top, with some $25.00 of cotton batting, $15.00 of backing fabric, an $8.00 spool of yarn, a $25.00 freehand embroidery foot,a packet of machine quilting needles, and two packets of basting pins at $10.00 each keeping it all together! Oh well, some of those things are reusable. And I have an idea for recycling some cotton weave blankets that I came across at the op shop as filling for any future quilting projects.

I still haven't worked out how/why it is that some projects just grab you, harness your motivation and practically get themselves done, intruding on any number of other things that are on your to-do list. This is one of them. Perhaps because it is so big (204 cm x 219 cm) I felt that I just had to get it out of the way. I have been machine quilting it and am about three-quarters through. I'm really enjoying the process - the machine quilting is really addictive. Quick, instant results and you think, oh, I'll just do another line ... and another ... and ... (oh dear, I sound like a coke head).

Any ideas for binding it? I'm thinking something a bit whimsical so that it's not too twee - perhaps a sage green with small white or cream polka dots?

this is ... my trade secret

You might question just exactly what my trade is when I claim that Origins Pinch Your Cheeks blush/gel is my trade secret. But really, when do you not need to put your best rosy cheek forward?

I used to wear a lot of makeup. Mostly because I was very self conscious about having bad skin and well, it gave me something to hide behind. I never wore blush though - even though makeup is an artifice, I didn't like the idea of it just sitting there on my cheeks. And I had no idea how to apply it besides.

That's why I love this stuff so much. It actually stains your cheeks (and the tips of your fingers a bit - slight drawback) so it doesn't at all feel as though it is sitting on your face. Many is the time that I have been complimented on my rosy cheeks and general healthiness. If you're a bit shy of blusher as I was but need a secret lift on a grey day, I highly recommend something like this.

I'd just like to take a quick opportunity to thank Angela of Three Buttons for initiating 'This is ...' and for asking me to suggest this week's theme. I am really enjoying participating and I love the way that the topic each week makes me think about things in my own life, to sometimes see or interpret them in a different way. Do be sure to go and have a look at what some of the other participants have written about (links via Three Buttons) - I don't think that any one has come up with a secret blend of herbs and spices but there is something for almost every other taste!

james

James is a lovely little boy who lives across the road from our old house in Melbourne. He is one of baby bear's very first friends. His equally lovely mother is one of my very dear friends. James and baby bear were born twelve days apart and as they grew up, so did Leah and I as mums. Boy, did she see me through some tough times. Thank you Leah!

And so this little jacket is for James.

Again, it's a 100 per cent natural fibres, 100 per cent recycled materials project.


The woollen outer is refashioned from a MaxMara knitted skirt (75 per cent wool, 25 per cent angora, chosen for its delicious softness and warmth), the body lining is from a Princess Tina t-shirt (100 per cent cotton, chosen for its great graphic) and a random dark green t-shirt to line the sleeves (100 per cent cotton, chosen because it toned in). All were purchased at the St Kilda Salvation Army, the first two during one of the designer sales.













The pattern that I used is from The Golden Hands Book of 60 Things to Sew for Children, which incidentally is one of the second-hand craft titles that I reviewed in mixtape #5 (no, not incidental at all really - editorial honesty gets the better of me, I've been saving this post for until the 'zine came out). Have you got a copy yet?

this is ... my chance to catch up

Oops, I completely missed the topic 'this is ... what makes me happy', partly because it really set me thinking and it's taken me this long to gather up my thoughts. So, I'm going to use last week's open theme as time to catch up and also as a chance to incorporate the ‘Tree of Happiness’ award that I received from the Vintage Detective - thanks Chloe! This award involves listing six things that make me happy and passing the honour on to six other bloggers.

But, and this is where I got stuck, can things really make you happy? If it were that easy then we could all be happy, all the time. It would be as simple as eating another piece of chocolate. But constantly eating chocolate doesn't keep you constantly happy; it just gives you a tummy ache.

Happiness, it seems to me, is beyond that. It's an a priori state of being. There are a number of things that I am unhappy about at the moment - the frustration of not having a bank account or being able to work, missing my friends and support network in Melbourne, the stress of settling in here - but regardless, above and beyond those things, I'm happy.

So, in short, I think that there are things that you can be happy about (or unhappy about) but it's not within the power of things to make you happy. Having said which, here are six things that I am happy about:

1. My family - just delirious. The absolute joy that baby bear brings to my heart, the depth of love for my husband.
2. Where my creative processes are taking me; sometimes I feel a bit overwhelmed but am constantly inspired and that is uplifting.
3. Moving to a house in Seattle proper this weekend, out of this drab serviced apartment.
4. Having found some great knitting groups here - Kirkland Knitters, Purly Girls and Capitol Hill Knitters of Doom (all on ravelry).
5. Lovely new friends that I have made since moving here - hi Lisa, Anna, Blair!
6. The stunning natural beauty of the Puget Sound area (photo by Andrew Hitchcock, originally posted on flickr - thanks Wikimedia Commons).


Jenaveve, Jeanne, bird bath, Lisa, A, Pherenike - what are you happy about?

Further, the very lovely Angela of Three Buttons who hosts 'this is ...' has given me the opportunity to nominate this week's theme. And it is 'this is ... my trade secret'. Any tricks of your trade/craft, snazzy gadgets that give a lovely professional effect, any techniques that the rest of us would also benefit from knowing? Go on, do share!

an affair to remember

I'm having an affair. That grand old dame St Kilda is not famed for her morals (well she is, but not in a laudatory sense) so I'm sure that she will understand my fling, my passionate fling, with King County Library System.

It was lust at first sight. Here is the evidence:


This is the best public library service that I have ever encountered and certainly one of the best aspects of the US for me so far. In a country where public administration falls (in my limited experience) somewhere between dismal and appalling, the library is just fantastic. Look at the books! Yes, I know, many of the craft titles are American and so more likely to end up on the shelves here but they have multiple copies, just standing there for the borrowing. These are books that took several weeks to turn up when I requested them from St Kilda.

As well as the usual access to computer workstations, each library patron gets 75 free printouts ... each week! I've been stocking up on BurdaStyle.

not happy amy

I quite like Amy Butler's products, not a the rush -out-and-buy-some kind of like but certainly a leisurely-leaf-through-this-book kind of like - Amy Butler's Midwest Modern : A Fresh Design Spirit for the Modern Lifestyle. The book is indeed a visual feast, full of colour and pattern, excellent photography, a bit of text.

As I was leafing through the book though, getting quite excited by a particularly nifty little dress, it slowly dawned on me that there was not going to be a patterns/tutorial/how-to section at the back for some/any of the projects illustrated. There's just a recipe for a foot bath (but I don't think that counts) and some instructions on pillow covers. I was so disappointed. It made it seem more like a vanity project, a big hardback promotional catalogue. Yes, I know there's a heap of sewing projects in her other book and I see now that she has a heap of free patterns on her website and ... ok, I love Amy.

But still, instead of going out and buying the lotus dress pattern, I went out and bought this top second-hand instead. I see a resemblance, shape wise, and I know that this fits me a-ok. This is an issue because it is almost impossible for me to find woven fabric blouses or dresses that fit me across the bust. I am tired of always wearing t-shirts and want some items that are a bit smarter. And dresses are so great for summer so I am taking matters into my own hands.

My plan is to pick the top apart (done that) and reverse engineer a sewing pattern from it and add a skirt, possibly with help from the Sidonie pattern on BurdaStyle. Am I crazy?

In other sewing news, I have made a quilt top out of this fabric. Yep, just whipped it up.


Ok, it was just five straight seams but I'm still proud of myself, if not only because I actually did it instead of dreaming about it. Have you noticed that many of my ideas don't get off the ground? Sometimes I feel as though I am swimming in them. This past weekend I bought seven panels of this floral fabric from a garage sale for $3.00. Someone had used them as curtains and I think they were cut down from something else in the first place (a tablecloth perhaps?). So I have re-repurposed them by sewing them back together. Inspired by the very straightforward ideas in Make Your Own Contemporary Quilts I am planning to simply add a layer of cotton batting, back it with plain fabric and do some very simple machine quilting (or maybe just some knots ...) to hold it all together and then bind.

walk straight across the road, don't run

And all this time I had thought that it was self evident that you stop so as not to maim or kill anyone.

mememe

Well, it is my blog. Jeanne at Four Chickens has been kind enough to tag me and give me the opportunity to share a bit about myself. There are rules but I'll let you click on over to Jeanne's post to check them out (and to learn more about her, too).

1. What was I doing 10 years ago?

Ten years ago - 1998 - I was 23 years old. By mid-July I think I had moved to Amsterdam to study for the second time (either that or I was still working in a dreadful customer service role for Australia's largest telco; let's just talk about Amsterdam, yes?). I went there to study art history for a year. Technically, according to my enrolment, I was there to study general literature but as I was just there for the experience I took whichever classes took my fancy, namely art history. I have a vivid memory of a gorgeous summer day, cycling down the street through the dappled sunlight. I was wearing a red v-neck t-shirt and I remember that I had a particularly nasty blemish on my poor delicate decolletage, so nasty that it warranted a bandaid. It left a little purple scar which I still have to this day. Lovely.

2. What are 5 things on my to-do list today- not in any particular order?

Oh dear, it's bedtime so my list for the next 24 hours is: go to bed; go to the Microsoft picnic; get some knitting done; take some photographs of a finished project and even try and get it in the mail; and the perpetual supermarket shopping.

3. Snacks I enjoy.

Corn chips. Olives. Carrot sticks.

4. Places I’ve lived

Armadale, North Caulfield, East St Kilda, Prahran and Balaclava - all suburbs of Melbourne. Nagoya and Tokyo. Amsterdam. Annandale in Sydney. Kirkland on Seattle's eastside.

5. Things I would do if I were a billionaire

I think that I would probably pass out from the shock of it and then develop crippling anxiety about what to do and whom to help first and end up a blathering mess. It does strike me often though that I would love to have the money (and nothing better to do with it than) to do up old rundown houses that everyone else would consign to demolition. The kind of renovations/refurbishments that are completely uneconomical and wouldn't be done by anyone in their right mind. But as I've said, becoming a billionaire could well send you that way.

I would save this old house in Redmond from the condo developers.

6. What are some jobs you’ve had

Hmm, retail, retail (sales assistant in a bookshop - not as pleasant as one might think, I got held up); all-singing all-dancing hostess at Tokyo Dome's Baseball Cafe; more retail; and then an illustrious career as a public servant, most recently as senior advisor in the strategic policy unit unit of Metro Health at Department of Human Services. I am currently a completely financially dependent not-working-outside-the-home stay-at-home mother and am studying to be a health economist. One day I will have a job with the World Health Organisation and get transferred to a country where my husband cannot operate a bank account. But forgive me, I gripe.

Another reason that I didn't include the rules is because I don't intend to play by them. I'm not going to tag other people but should you read this blog and haven't yet received this meme, I would love to know more about you. Please do leave a comment to let me know if you choose to.

ps - Apologies for the sardonic tone of this post. It's strange how the writing sometimes takes on a life of its own - I had no idea that this was the mood I was in tonight.

this is ... what gives me goosebumps

Goosebumps are a funny thing - a bit like blushing. Not something that you can make happen just by willing it to, something that you can't stop from happening when it comes along. What actually gives you goosebumps is also unpredictable, and I don't think necessarily causes them every time. For instance, I was chatting on Monday with someone about Australian cinema and she mentioned Rabbit Proof Fence (fantastic film) and there they were - goosebumps. I saw RPF several years ago when I lived in Sydney and have heard it mentioned numerous times since and never before has it caused goosebumps. So, there you go.

So, for this week's topic I've gone with quite a literal interpretation and, after all, extreme cold does often and reliably cause goosebumps. And really, I was just waiting for an excuse to tell you about my current preferred form of extreme cold - Snoqualmie icecream (and gelato and frozen custard!). Sooo delicious and the only ice cream that I could find in our supermarket freezer that doesn't contain high fructose corn syrup.

Things have been a bit quiet around here on the blogging front this past week or so. It is no reflection of what is actually going on here in real life. Or rather, it is not for lack of anything to say but having too much to say. I have any number of partially composed posts floating around in my head, getting entangled with each other, petering out, crystallising, coalescing ... individualism, thrift shops, traffic, cross walks, accommodation, uni, deferred exam, invigilator, library books, Amy Butler, sewing, knitting, pattern drafting, reverse engineering, block printing, parking tickets, 'no parking' signs, convenience, Department of Motor Vehicles, social security number, Department of Homeland Security, over-engineering, property rights ... in no particular order.

this is ... my most treasured childhood possession

At the moment my childhood seems like a long time ago and a long way away. Having a child, however, allows you to recapture some of your own juvenile history and coming to the US allows you to avoid prohibitive postage costs.

I had forgotten about this vintage Fisher-Price garage that I had as a child until I found a very battered example in the toy cupboard at baby bear's playgroup. Instantly I wanted one for her. Upon arriving here one of the first things I did was got on ebay and bought one. It came with the four cars and little people, the gas pump intact, decals in fair condition and with the grease rack. My only disappointment is that the bell in the elevator doesn't make quite the same ping that I recall.

I loved this toy as a child. I love remembering this. I love it now too. (Oh, and so does baby bear - she is allowed to play with it!)

knitalong

Some weeks ago when I was browsing in the Rizzoli bookshop in Milan (oh sorry but the trip has almost worn off) I came across this book, Knitalong.

It's a well presented book, a good introduction to the whole knitting scene so possibly a little basic for someone who is already familiar with it. Even so I have since found it worth a read (having borrowed a copy from the library). The knitting patterns are fairly basic and didn't inspire me although, again, a new knitter will find some good projects there to start out on. (Note, however, that this is not an instructional book - I mean someone who can already knit and is ready to try a few things out.)

The best part of the book, for me, is the chapter on recycling and not least because it's all about my friend Nichola and her cyber-progeny Wardrobe Refashion. It was so fantastic to be in a big bookshop in a foreign land reading about the achievements of your friend. And I'd like to add that she now has three little girls. This section also has the one thing in the book that I was instantly moved to make - a pincushion (one of which I have wanted for ages) from a felted jumper. No trouble.

The instructions are in inches which just swim before my eyes so I just used a square quilting template and cut out four squares, cutting two of them further in half. Then I followed the general instructions. This is my first effort here on the far right - the jumper came up very fuzzy so the fair isle pattern definition has been lost. I also hand sewed my pin cushion which may explin the lack of definition at the seams compared with the book's version. I also have some tarnished metal buttons that I think would match better but that would involved re-binding the whole thing. I'll have to think about it. I would also recommend not over-stuffing the pincushion so that you have more leeway with the binding process.

The second incarnation was a little more successful, made from a jumper that I bought at a 'yard sale' just outside Issaquah (fabulous name, once called Squak) on my first weekend in the US (yes, I know how to start with the important things). That's already been gifted but I think that I have enough fabric left over for a version three. And it's given me some great ideas for other felted jumper three-dimensional shapes - what about a ball?

this is ... my best op shop find

I trust that much has been written long before I came along on the nature and essence of US culture. Regardless, I will add my two cents' worth. What has really struck me here, after the trucks (although not literally thank goodness), is what seems like an all-pervasive principle of individualism. One of the results of this is an amazing and overwhelming consumer culture where everything is available, in every possible permutation, for every possible market. Hence the possibility of ordering a low-fat double chai soy latte frappuccino (spelling?) and a take-home doggy bagel (to feed to your dog) without so much as a self-conscious blink of an eyelid.

A follow-on effect of all this, combined with a throw-away mentality, is that the op shops (yes, I know, thrift stores - bear with me) are AWESOME. They are chock full of the most amazing stuff - cashmere cardigans, espresso makers by the dozen, antique picture frames and hand-pieced, hand-quilted patchwork bedspreads.

I have so much more to say about all of this.

vol ?

Alas, my series on Golden Hands: the complete knitting, dressmaking and needlecraft guide has been cut short by the fact that they are all buried away in a storage at present. I'm not sure but I think they were a British publication; if I do happen to see any over here I'll sneak in some shots (or something). In the meanwhile please do have a look back in the archives at the richness of volumes one to ten.

Happily, I have unearthed some craft projects which I have been working on. I had so intended to post more progress shots of my projects so here we are:
A child's tam from the basic pattern in The Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns: basic designs in multiple sizes and gauges by Ann Budd. Yes, work in progress - I still have the little crochet loop at the top to go. That would involve finding my crochet hooks so it could take a while longer.

There has also been considerable progress on Mavis but unfortunately the stitch count seems to be off. Yes, off by a couple of stitches. A couple of stitches out of 280 in 4 ply - practically invisible. Can I live with it? Unfortunately, I doubt it but I certainly can't face ripping it just yet so yes, that one might take a while longer too.

AMERICA

Umm, well - it's big. I've been a bit under the weather this past week or so with a mild to moderate case of culture shock. Having visited the US twice before I must admit that I wasn't quite expecting it but this time around I have had to deal with more mundane things like social security and banking.

As an aside, it wasn't until I was at uni I think until I realised that the US is commonly referred to as such, and not as America. Why is that?

So, big - big cars, big roads, big coffees. I made the mistake of ordering my usual large hot chocolate and ended up with nigh on a litre of the stuff. We went to car dealer yesterday to buy a small, used car (hard to come by) and were confronted by a showpiece Lincoln of truly offensive proportions. Cars here are big - really big - and every second person seems to drive a 'truck'. I have no idea what they are transporting, or think that they need to transport, in these trucks. Perhaps just in case they ever need a piece of farm machinery here in the middle of the city?

So, you know how it is when you're sick - it's all too easy to just complain and complain. I will continue to document my symptoms over the next few (dozen) posts which may be very tedious for any North American readers - my apologies in advance. I promise, however, to balance any critical observations with a positive. Like the great public transport that we have here on our doorstep - some half a dozen bus routes run within a few blocks of our apartment. They don't run very often (maybe only three an hour) but so far I have found them to be very prompt. Many of them are wheelchair accessible and they have a bicycle rack on the front so that commuters can transport their bikes. I think that this is fantastic. Hooray for King County Metro Transit.

Oh, and for jumbo strawberries.

mixtape 5

I'm really excited about this issue of mixtape. Not just because it is a fabulous zine, not just because it is put together by my lovely friends Nichola and Justine, not just because it has two fantastic covers this issue around:

















I'm really excited because I have an article in there! It's a review of four of my favourite second-hand and out-of-print craft books. If you would like to make some time for the small things I urge you to click on over and buy a copy. I just know that you'll be happy that you did.

this is ... my favourite outfit that expresses my individual style

This is slow fashion, somewhat akin to slow food where you eat what is in season and locally available and plan your menu from there. Everything in this outfit was purchased at the op shop and that's my personal style. You take what you find, what fits you and that you have a need for and that's it, it becomes your personal style.

blouse - Salvation Army, Malvern - The label is Rusty, a streetwear brand that I doubt I would ever otherwise have encountered; less than $10. I love this blouse - it truly is a favourite.
jeans - Salvation Army, St Kilda - Vicious Threads which I had never heard of before. The waist is a bit loose but fine if I wear a belt (which I do anyway). I bought these at one of their 'designer sales' so they were a bit pricey ($50) but are very similar to my other pair of jeans which cost four times the price.
sneakers - Sacred Heart Mission, East St Kilda - White Puma Roma leather sneakers, not smelly when I bought them, $12. I wouldn't usually go for white sneakers but they were in good condition, exactly my size and I'm happy with them.

What I particularly love about slow fashion is that you become the style that the clothes you find present you with, rather than shopping your heart out for the other way around. It actually takes some of the pressure off and you get to try out things that you otherwise wouldn't have considered (eg bottle green velvet MNG trousers - they're great and at $4 I could afford to give them a try). All of the details on Melbourne's op shopping scene are of course available over at I op therefore I am.

semantics

Oh, did I forget to mention that I made the flight from Melbourne to Seattle with baby bear by myself? Yes, Tim actually came to the US a couple of weeks before us to start work and I stayed behind to pack up the house (my choice to do so).

I have some faint recall from my uni days that in one of her books Virginia Woolf wrote something to the effect that on a particular day everything changed in the world. She was referring (however obliquely) to the publication of Darwin's The Origin of Species and the impact it was to have. Someone who paid better attention in twentieth century literature please remind me which book.

Last Thursday my world changed; I was walking through Seattle airport with baby bear on my hip in the Ergo Baby Carrier and a small suitcase (on wheels) in either hand, plus my handbag and the change bag. I was already a few steps past the security officer when I realised that her comment was directed at me: "Go mom!".

Mom - I am now a mom.

this is ... the space in which i create

While I am not currently creating in this space, I do hope to again someday. There is nothing more wondrous than to create a human life - every now and then I look at baby bear and the gravity of it hits me.

Not only do you create a new life but also a new self. Motherhood may not be the meaning of life (although then again it may be) but it has certainly taught me the meaning of life - to live with passion, to live for a greater cause than one's self, to live in every single moment.

Thank you all for your recent enquiries - yes, we arrived in Seattle safe and sound. My previous post pretty much said it all; after the sorting, the clearing, the packing I was exhausted and completely at a loss for words. The flights were fine, baby bear travels well. Our luggage was misplaced between Los Angeles and Seattle which turned out to be a blessing because there is no way that we would have been able to get all of the suitcases into the car! They were delivered that evening to our door (free of charge) by a lost luggage service so that worked out really well.

Now it is just a matter of unpacking and settling in. I have, of course, brought a number of knitting projects with me but they are all stashed away in bags at the moment and I haven't sorted out a craft space for myself yet. All in good time.

This amazing red chalk drawing, Gravid Uterus by Jan van Rymsdyk, is from 1764 and was produced for William Hunter's The Anatomy of the human gravid uterus which was "the most famous and influential obstetrical atlas of its day".

next stop - seattle

pants on fire

Sorting and packing you come across some fascinating old stuff, like this birthday card from when I turned ten. What does it look like a little girl is supposed to be when she grows up? In its defense, inside it does give movie star and lady astronaut as possible careers. Liar isn't among them.

I lied. On Friday I lied to the very pleasant gentleman from the removalist company who came to give me a quote (and now I'm trying to expiate it by confessing here, please bear with me). Now I'm not often one to tell lies (truly) - if I break something I take responsibility for it, if I'm asked for my opinion on something I don't like I'll manage to pick out a good point and make a comment on that. If I tell a lie, it's usually in a bid to make myself look better (shudder). And so I lied to the man from the removalist company when he asked me if I would be looking for work in the US. "Well, I'm a health economist", I replied, bold as brass. Health economist schmonomist. I'm doing my first subject, Introduction to Health Economics, and on Friday, I missed my exam.

For very good reason, mind you - I spent all Thursday night either vomiting or ... well, food poisoning, you get the picture. Friday morning I was ragged. To give you some perspective, the last time in living memory that I vomited was while giving birth (yeah ok, and there was the time a few years back in the taxi when I had dreadful tonsillitis but other than that ...)

The thing is, back to my self-aggrandising lie here, I have always so wanted to be something, to have a professional identity, to be able to say "I am a ...". Put it down to insecurity hanging over from having done an Arts degree. Anyway, I have applied for special consideration and hope to get a deferred exam. That and a nose job (Pinocchio reference) and I should be just fine.

this is ... my favourite travel memory

Sandro Botticelli, The Virgin and the Child (photo from Museo Poldi Pezzoli)

My favourite travel memory is one from our recent trip to Europe. Walking around the art galleries, baby bear would point to the Madonna and child paintings: "baby, baby" my baby would say. It was so beautiful my heart nigh wept.

Most of the time in the museums I carried her on my hip for fear of not being able to pay for anything that got broken, but there were some areas where everything was behind glass or out of reach. I had nothing to fear though - she wasn't the slightest bit interested in most of the displays. She did, however, take the opportunity to rearrange the furniture - if there was an empty museum guard's chair it ended up being dragged halfway across the room.

Travelling with a little one in Europe was a real joy. People responded so well to baby bear - they actually stopped in the street in Milan to exclaim 'che bella bimba'*. No 'che bella mama' for the ragged woman behind her who had just carried la bimba, stroller and all, up an entire flight of steps out of the metro but oh well, compliments, you take them where you can!

* What a beautiful little girl

brambling

A week or so back I wrote about my poor maths - that is, at the time that I was ready (ah, allowed) to cast on for a new project I was already up to sewing on the buttons. Here it is - Brambling from the Rowan Story Book of Little Knits by Marie Wallin. This is a lovely book (click on the link to see the entire long title) both a story book and a book of knitting patterns.

This was one of those instances where I opened the book, laid eyes on the pattern and just had to knit it. All other knitting plans went out the window.

The vital statistics
Pattern: Brambling by Marie Wallin, size 3 to 4 years.
Yarn: recycled - hooray! This 97% wool, 3% angora yarn started life as a women's jumper which I bought from Vinnie's Boutique (St Vincent de Paul) in Wynyard, Tasmania. It's a really cheap op shop so I can't imagine that it cost much more than $6. (The pattern calls for Rowan All Seasons Cotton.)
Needles: 4.5mm bamboo straights.
Start to finish: 23 March 2008 to sometime in April 2008.

Comments: Again, this is such a lovely jacket. One of the staff at baby bear's child care centre thought that we had bought it on our recent trip to Europe. Ah, glowing mummy. So yes, this was knit for baby bear. Obviously I substituted for the yarn (Rowan doesn't do recycled from Vinnie's) and I'm not sure if that made it a bit smaller overall than intended. Anyway, it fits her quite well now with room to grow.

I made some other slight changes - like leaving the welt and pocket off the sleeves, I like them better just smooth and unadorned. Choosing buttons for this project was really difficult because of the unusual colour of the yarn- it looks cream but is actually the palest blush pink. In the end I did what any good craftster does and made my own. Three Buttons has recently posted about Dorset buttons which are made on a metal or plastic ring; what I actually used is more like a button frame which you 'cover', that is embroider, using the yarn of your choice. Like a self-covered button but for yarn instead of fabric. They're called Creative Cover buttons, are made by Birch and available at Spotlight (Clover also does a variation, available at Clegs) and they're fantastic for getting a perfect match. There are four large buttons (22mm) and 10 small buttons (15mm) on the jacket and everyone is different. While being reasonably cheap, the buttons actually cost more than the yarn for this project, which says more really about what good value you can get from recycling yarn.

I also had some trouble with the button holes - just that I didn't make them well so I actually attached the larger buttons on top of the buttonholes and added clear press studs underneath. Clementine's Shoes has recommended a button hole method from her 'Vogue Knitting Bible' which I will try next time.

Pattern criticisms - hmm, a couple. The pattern involves knitting pleats to get the peplum effect and is silent on how to get the pleats to lie in different directions for either side of the jacket. Also the sleevecap didn't fit very well into the armscye - I'd recommend a slightly shorter sleeve, and a longer, wider sleevcap.

Verdict: (a new category) Very, very happy with this knit. And as it's from recycled wool which I put through the washing machine before using, I know that I can wash it again and again.

shhhh...

One of my new year's intentions was to participate in a swap so I have signed up for Secret Pal 12. I've filled in the questionnaire and am waiting to find out who my pal is.

sneak peak

Ooh, glorious technology - have a look at this. It's a sneak peak of of all the goodness mixtapezine provides. I've heard that issue five is really going to be something, including a review of some great secondhand craft books (um, my craft books actually - yes, my review too). And you can now subscribe and never miss an issue - hooray!

home delivery

I have already confessed that I can be really resistant to new things. Bloglines was one of them (for other resisters, this is a way of monitoring chosen blogs for activity). I am pleased though to be able to say that in the past tense - was one of them. A few days ago I set up my own feeds so that I know pretty much as soon as there is a new post to be read. And do you know what? I think that it has already increased my blog-reading efficiency which basically adds up to more time to read more blogs.

As you can see, there's now a link over there on the right that allows you to have bollewangenhaptoet home delivered, so to speak.

vol 10

Yes, onto volume 10 already (you may recall that we started with volume 9). It's all about beginnings this time actually. I love to look back at the chain of events that leads me somewhere - that because I went to a particular high school which offered life drawing (which I didn't do at the time), because of that I did life drawing later when I was at uni in Amsterdam and because of that I met an Australian guy who had a nice flatmate and here I am, married with an almost two-year old! Yes, I met Tim through his friend Chris because of a life drawing class. rest assured, none of us were the model.

Anyway, volume 10 of Golden Hands: the complete knitting, dressmaking and needlecraft guide features Irish crochet lace which is where a lot of crafty things started for me. I became interested in lace, realised that you could knit lace, started to knit and here I am, knit/craft/life blogging. This volume also introduces a new craft - netting - which while it doesn't really appeal to me is where I think it all started (or at least a lot of it) craftwise.
Fisherman doing their netting way back when, netting became needlework, I discovered crochet and here I am, still haven't knitted any lace yet.

Oh, and the pattern library - well, red's my favourite colour.

winter

The first of June is, of course, also the first day of winter and it really feels like it. My hands are chill as I sit here typing. Not that I am complaining - I love cold weather and think that Melbourne would be perfect if only it would snow here. (I know - Seattle - be careful what I wish for.)

And just in time for winter I have finished the green tweed beret. Heavens, it never even made it onto my 'busy with' list it all happened so fast.

The Vital Statistics
Pattern: Tweed Beret by Kristen TenDyke from Interweave Knits Winter 2006; 22 inch size
Yarn: Jo Sharp Silk Road Aran Tweed in shade Highlander; 85% Wool, 10% Silk and 5% Cashmere; not sure how many skeins (maybe a couple) as they were partly unravelled from a piece of knitting; all given to me by a dear friend
Needles: bamboo 4.5mm double-pointed needles to begin with; then Knit Picks interchangeable 4.5mm circular (note to self: must remember to return these to the owner)
Start to finish: 18 May 2008 to 1 June 2008
Comments: This was a good quick between projects fill in projects (not that I am between projects in the sense that I have nothing else to get on with, just every now and then you need something quick to knit right now - that was this). This is an easy knit if you are happy with knitting in the round - I started on dpns (cast on at the centre of the crown) and graduated up to magic loop on a circular. I was a bit unsure about the circumference of the brim and actually worked extra rows and decreases only to find that once I had cast off it was tiny. So yes, trust the pattern.

I still have two skeins left over plus some extra and plan to use it to make Dashing for Tim.