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Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tasmania. Show all posts

Monday, August 5, 2013

Work in progress....

Poor me.  I am having such a blah day.  No reason really, 'cept I'm feeling on the sluggish, fat side and I turn 38 next week which is really not that far away from 40.  Poor me.  Play the violins.  I should probably not have eaten the entire wee tub of chocolate covered proper fresh raspberries that I bought home from Tassie with me.  Or the marshmallow chocolate snowballs from the chocolate factory.
 
Something that always makes me feel better is to pleasantly waste the day away on Pinterest looking at pretty things. 
 
I came across this pretty thing recently and knew straight away it would be perfect for my brother's as yet unborn baby of no known sex!
 
I loved the greys, the yellow and the black in it and am shamelessly copying the beautiful colour palette that Vicki has produced in this blanket.
 
The pattern is called Sunny Spread and is really simple to follow and looks amazing as a finished square.  It has this quite funky stitch called a front post treble crochet where you make your treble behind a previous stitch which then creates the ridges you see on the square!  Very fancy!
 
 
 
 
 
Has anyone ever actually tried crocheting with black wool?!  Well nigh impossible!  Wear glasses!  And have a good light right behind you!  And squint!
 
 
 
So far I have only done the border on one circle just to see what she looks like and I think it's marvellous!  It may need blocking though as they all have a tendency to curl up on themselves.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Reunions...go...or no?

I'm heading back to Tassie on Friday for the weekend.  Apart from squeezing in some time with my mum, dad, sisters and nieces I will be going to my high school's 20 year reunion.  I am not sure if this is a wise move or not as I have been in a quandry for weeks about dieting and what to wear in an attempt to impress people that I literally have nothing to do with anymore. 

 I, of course, have done the sneaky facebook search on people to make sure they were fatter, less successful and had married balding men and ended up with ugly babies!  Alas, no.  Everyone looks suitably happy with normal looking families.

For your amusement, here's what I won't be wearing on Saturday night....

 Yes, that is a red taffeta dress with a gigantic red bow on the arse, teamed with tasteful low heels.  And a bubble fringe.  It was 1991.  And from memory we hired this lovely number from a bridal shop for $30.

And that's not my date.  That's my dad.


 This is my date.  Andrew.... otherwise know as Bubs.

Please do not ask me why.


 I looked so impressed with it.


A taffeta explosion!  Oh girls, what were we thinking!
Looking at this picture I had a little flashback.  Phillipa (the girl in white right at the end) lived across the road from our high school and we would go to her house for lunch and watch Dirty Dancing... a lot!  I still know the entire script of that movie!

Oh, Patrick, how we loved you.

Did you go to your high school reunion?  What on earth did you wear?