I hate Lisette !

Knitting Patterns Galore included, this-morning, a really super pattern for a jumper – sorry, sweater (I always type that word as ‘sewater’ initially).

“Indeed,” thinks I: “that does look nice !” I click on the little image:

and am confirmed in my thinking. Going further in, I see

that this sort-of-yoke pattern is quite delightful, and decide to download the free pattern for when (NOT if !) I finish the Vintage Walrus. Going to the free download page, I find, however, this:

and realize, to my horror, that the sleeves only go as far as the bottom of the pattern ! Imagine what would happen were the wearer to throw her arms in the air !!!

Bloody Lisette ! – damn her, damn her ! She is a kind of siren – luring us in with her looks only to reveal herself as REALLY SILLY. Doubt that she ever sang a note.    :(

 

 

Close glittering

That quartet has glitter yarn in different places.

Keep in mind, always, how bad a photographer I am when you’re doing your best to perceive it.

And last but by no means least … when the motifs are joined together there will  be no more wonky edges.

I have spoken.

[grin]

Widen your horizons

Glorious shot, isn’t it ?

Follow the link under the article lead-in to see a far glorious-er one !

And while you’re there, find and follow this link (I do not provide it)

to see if E lucevan le stelle doesn’t combine a mind-boggling frame with one of Puccini’s greatest works, Tosca …

Et ça marche …

Don’t sigh and roll your eyes: you knew all along you were going to have to put up with this.   ;)

Hope you’re impressed with the consistency of my dreadul photographic skills ! Not many could produce frame after frame, as do I, of appallingly bad images, you know.

Anyway.

Another few motifs done, and the introduction of a wee bit of glitter. Decided that it cain’t hoit … Whaddya reckon ?

Bummer. Just seen that the glitter is too subtle to be seen. Mebbe a close shot or two, next time ’round.

Definitely winter Downunder

An excuse to put up a couple of shots of Lui – an amazingly cheap new cat basket that my friend J found at Kmart for her inherited mog Sooty and was persuaded to buy another for Lui:

As for why it’s where it is, on a chair that it really don’t fit in … that black chair I bought second-hand for a good price, without thinking. His Maj instantly took to it, so that I have to shroud it in a large green sheet until someone visits. I then whip the sheet off, trying to ensure getting the fur-bespeckled side on the outside when I fold it and almost invariably not succeeding … Hey ho, into the washing-machine again. Does Lui’s fur come off things easily ? Only when someone sits where he’s been … Otherwise the answer is NONONONONO.

Sighh …

Yeah … that could be me

This-morning I read an article in the Australian version of The Guardian that gave me pause – a bloody long pause.

ADHD, eh ? I’ve thought about that before now. It’s been the ‘H’ part that made me dismiss it.

But the writer says the same:

“{…} I might have attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, I laughed the idea off, pointing out that the “H” part of ADHD was most definitely not me. I’ve never been anything resembling hyperactive {…} – just being active is an achievement most days, let alone hyper-active.”

Tell me about it.

Five years  back when I was one of a small group of bloggers who kept up with each other’s posts and formed a kind of cell, I posted about that business of having spent too much time on the Web so that I could no longer read my books – or, basically, anything: that I must now listen to audiobooks in order to ‘read’ at all. There were articles published about it, so I attached my problem to them.

But now … I dunno. It’s not age – not senility creeping up on me. I worry that I’m irritating to my friends because I give every sign of not having listened to things they tell me … and as I cast my mind back to someone’s recounting a story, I can clearly recall my attention being not held. And it wasn’t the story …

So after reading Tom Hawking’s article, I searched out a test for ADD – happily it didn’t include the ‘hyperactivity’ part – and filled it out. Moderate is the result. And the site exhorts one not to take whatever the result is as a diagnosis.

I refuse not to !    [grin]

Observe the new little thingy in my sidebar widgets. I am (totally unofficially !) a sufferer from a Moderate degree of ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER.

I have been told. And now you have, too.   :)

Such beauty …!

There is a blogger from the Netherlands of whom I have written – I think it was in my first post upon returning to the blogging fold. She and her husband (and their cat, who is not to be overlooked !) are in the process of selling their canal house so that they can move out into the country – I suppose that makes it a tree-change …

If you feel like looking at  the agency’s photos of a totally gorgeous little house in a mind-blowing environment, visit SpinningAnna’s latest post.

You, like me, will ponder upon the tree-change urge that has led to this sale.

Only a couple of hours

That’s what it took for me to re-wind my 20 balls of yarn into centre-pull cakes. I hate that word. Mais qui pu fair ? as my Mauritian friends used to ask …

Here’s something noo. From me, that is – a very small video. It is largely in an effort to impress my new friend Hannah. If she is NOT impressed I shall be obliged to commit hara kiri; and I doubt that my idol Plácido Domingo will arrive – too late or not. He just won’t be here. Sighh …

ANYWAY.

I’ve now made 10 motifs. Shall I show you ? – of course I shall. No-one gets away without seeing my very slowly incrementing stack of ’em. Hang on: I’ll take a shot …

10 out of 73. Don’t phone, I won’t answer.   [grin]

 

Someone else’s business

It’s terrifically frustating when you’re full of joy on someone else’s account, and not sure if she is going to post about it. I mean, am I being just interfering if *I* do …?

Possibly. Probably. But she is SO TALENTED that I cannot risk not broadcasting.

H, my dear friend whom I first met through blogging, when living in Sydney while she was living down here in Geelong, has just done her first singing exam. No, in fact she did the exam a little while back; what’s just happened is that she’s just got the results.

Honours. Of course !

H is someone who manages to combine low self-esteem with a fiercely competitive nature (how ? – whose nose ?); so although the friend she has who runs the choir H sings in pushed her to enter this first-ever singing exam several grades up while telling her “all my students get Honours” ( ! ), one might wonder if said pushing wasn’t something of a bridge a teeny bit far.

But no ! – whether or not she had real anxiety we shall never know; but the fact is that Honours have been awarded, and no-one takes that away.

Onwards and upwards ?, I asked … No; the new challenge will be theory. And that really is a challenge. H’s voice was the great assistor for the singing examination; to study for & pass a theory exam is a horse of a different colour. One must work; one has nothing to assist one but one’s brain. Yes, we know H’s brain works (most of the time), but sight-reading ? writing music ? GASP ! Bloody hard yakka, everything that comes with singing theory.

Plagal cadences ? What the— ?

ANYWAY. Anyone who knows H should congratulate her. And now I wish I were communicating with all those lovely people I blogged with all those years ago: they all know her. But with any luck, she just might post something …