when a negative is a positive

Results of covid test yesterday = negative. Praise be. Result SMSed at 7.00am today. How efficient is that! (I had it done through a private company, not a government institution). AND also good news, my mother (at 84) has finally been given a time slot for her vaccination this week. Here’s our very own Tannie Evita** showing how things are actually getting done in the Western Cape.

My suburb has been without electricity since 10pm last night, it just came back on at 10.15am. It wasn’t useless old Eskom and loadshedding for a change, just scheduled maintenance by the City Council which, let’s face it, is great and what we pay such high rates for. But not when it runs four hours over schedule and PEOPLE NEED COFFEE. I knew some of my neighbours have gas (they’re campers – weird, I know, I’ll never get that, but it takes all sorts) so I resorted to staggering up and down my road when the sun came up in my fluffy gown and furry slippers, whimpering and bleating pathetically and clutching an empty thermos. Two of them came to the rescue and, once my caffeine levels had been restored, I was able to spend some time making a list of the things I ought to spend my Sunday doing. They may also have thought that my appearance lowered the tone of the neighbourhood, but that’s not my problem.

Now that the electricity is back on, and the sun is shining and the birds are singing, I had another look at the list and tore it up. It included ridiculous things like “continue tidying garage” and “weed garden” and “clean car”. None of those things can be done properly with one hand anyway, so I logged onto Facebook and immediately purchased a vintage wrap-over leopard-print jacket that I am convinced I can’t live without. I’m also going to put my walking shoes on and go for a brisk stroll in the park.

** Tannie Evita Bezuidenhout is South Africa’s Dame Edna (although funnier, in my opinion).

nothing specific, just a bit of an update/rant…

All I ever post these days is for ScrapHappy once a month. In fact, if it wasn’t for Kate and ScrapHappy, you’d probably think I was dead. Since this could happen at any time (we have seriously bad drivers in Cape Town!), I think I should give my WordPress login details to Karen, so she can post(humously) the last edition of Nice Piece of Work on my behalf.

Strange times we are living through, I think, all over the world. Some people seem able to bubblewrap themselves up a bit more against the weirdness and the general political and economic hypocrisy, which is probably a trait to be desired. Not admired as such, but definitely desirable. The world that humans created has no doubt always been bizarre and based on the evolutionary foundation of our natural animal instincts, but the internet has amplified various abnormalities that are sometimes beyond belief. Who are we supposed to have faith in any more? Why are politicians such bloody hypocrites and, in South Africa’s case, mostly thieves and fraudsters? Why are these people running our countries and making decisions about our personal liberties? Why is peanut butter so expensive now, and why can’t I find Marmite on the shelves any more? Why aren’t more of us questioning things like critical race theory and man-made climate change and why is homelessness becoming so rife? If I have to allocate blame somewhere, I’m going to pick Karl Marx, Jacques Derrida, Billy Graham, the Kardashians, Mark Zuckerberg and my mother.

The year so far has, if anything, been worse than last year. [Personal bubble alert, apologies in advance]: my general well-being, such as it was, has been upended by post traumatic stress disorder, an underactive thyroid, depression, financial anxiety, a broken hand, and broken trust in a particular person. I also have to have another covid test today, because I was exposed to someone seven days ago who tested positive two days later. I’m not really looking forward to it, but remind myself that I’ve been through childbirth. Everything else must necessarily pale in comparison. It was messy, everyone was very bossy, and they wouldn’t let me eat anything for hours before being induced. This last thing really got up my nose – much more than today’s covid test is going to!

So, I feel fine and have developed no symptoms, which is all good – especially since I can’t get the vaccine anyway – South Africa has managed to get about 100 so far, or 1,000 – the number is so low it actually makes no difference, and there’s a better “roll-out” at the new Lebanese bakery round the corner than anything our lot could manage.

But, let me end off on a more cheerful note. I have many reasons to be grateful to my ex-husband, and the most recent one is the introduction to Bill Bailey, British comedian. Here’s one of his clips from youtube. It’s always good to have a laugh, isn’t it?

ScrapHappy June 2021

Small fabric necklace-y thing, made yesterday from a few scraps of shweshwe from the cutting room floor (and since there’s been no real cutting going on for 4 weeks, you can imagine how much it all needs a good clean-up – I should be more ashamed than I am).

I used some red wooden beads and some transparent glass ones in between the mini-cushions.

You may notice from the last photo that I stitched one of the squares on at the wrong corner, but it’s staying that way. It’s all part of the experimental fun…..

ScrapHappy is hosted by Kate in Australia and Gun in Sweden. You can post about anything you make from scraps, it doesn’t have to be sewing or knitting.

Here are the links for everyone who joins ScrapHappy from time to time (they may not post every time, but their blogs are still worth looking at).

KateGun, TittiHeléneEvaSue, Nanette, Lynn,  Lynda,
Birthe, Turid, Susan, Cathy, Debbierose, Tracy, Claire, JanKaren,
Moira, SandraLindaChrisNancyAlysKerryClaireJean, Jon
and Hayley

ScrapHappy May 2021

This is going to be a very pathetic ScrapHappy contribution this month, but something’s better than nothing, right?
Since lockdown last year, I have been growing out my fringe. It’s now long enough to be an entirely ex-fringe, but the shorter bits at the side irritate me when I’m typing or sewing. I clip the side back with a cheap metal clip, as you see below, which originally had some genuine fake emeralds stuck on top.

When the biggest emerald fell off the other day, I saw an opportunity to use up something scrappy – now you see the “new” clip with a masterful arrangement of bronze sequins stuck on with a bit of craft glue. The sequins are still on the string so they kind of formed a wiggly worm shape.

The pic of me below wearing the clip this morning is the best it’s going to get today – I am in a Very Bad Mood and you do not need to see my face properly! You will notice that my left hand is bandaged, and I have just had a phone call from the orthopaedic surgeon to say that the x-rays confirm a broken hand.

It will have to stay like this for the weekend because Neil is in theatre until 10 tonight, so he will put my hand in a cast on Monday. No driving, no sewing, no gardening or pottering with my indoor plants for the next 8 weeks. Grrrrrrr. This is what happens when you trip over the corner of a suitcase sticking out from under the bed and land with your hand squished up underneath you. My right knee is also rather swollen and a lovely shade of purple, but I can live with that!

In the meantime, I hope you all have a great weekend, whether it’s spring or autumn in your part of the world.
Here are the links for everyone who joins ScrapHappy from time to time (they may not post every time, but their blogs are still worth looking at): KateGun, EvaSue, Lynn, Lynda, Birthe, Turid, Susan, Cathy,  Tracy, Claire, JanMoira, SandraChrisAlys,
KerryClaireJeanJon, HayleyDawn, Gwen, Bekki, Sue L, Sunny, Kjerstin,
Vera, NanetteAnn, Dawn 2, Noreen, Bear, Carol, Preeti and Edith

fire and destruction

Bereft.
Table Mountain and surrounding areas in flames, large parts of the University of Cape Town and Rhodes Memorial and Mostert’s Mill burned to the ground. All students were evacuated and there are no fatalities, although four firefighters had to be hospitalised.
The air was already thick with smoke by 11h00 yesterday morning over the entire southern suburbs.
I never expected to experience grief at the loss of buildings, but as a student at UCT for over six years and a member of staff for five, I find myself in tears.

Cape Town’s firefighters are incredible, by the way, and, while many people have exhorted those to pray to whomever they choose to believe is in control of things for the fire to stop, I didn’t see anyone resembling god or Jesus or Mohammed or whoever on the back of a fire engine rushing to the scene to help.