Category Archives: wool

Orange you impressed by Anne?!

Anne has been very quiet lately, and at the same time going through packets and packets of orange wool –  and yesterday I found out why. She’s been working on an order for four cushions for a new customer (who found us through facebook, how excellent is that!?). These are the two she’s completed so far.

Even the backs are beautiful to look at.

Rather stunning pieces of work, I’d say. Makes this tart proud :-) 

To be continued…

in step with Azzat

Every sixth Saturday I drive through to Sea Point for an appointment with Azzat A_____, probably Cape Town’s best-known podiatrist. Yesterday was lovely because the weather was cooler and the sky was grey, so lots of people seemed to have stayed home and the roads were relatively quiet.  Instead of parking close to Azzat’s building on Main Road, I took a spot down on Beach Road so that I could smell the sea and feel the breeze. I don’t know why I don’t visit the sea more often, living in Cape Town as I do, I thought to myself as I trotted up the road.  I was suddenly overwhelmed by the pungent and unmistakable stink of fetid seaweed.  Ah, right, that’s one reason.  What a pong.

I digress. Here is Azzat at the end of my feet, and here is me knitting while Azzat answers an urgent sms from a desperate patient with a chronic case of burst bunions or something similarly horrible. I am hoping that, with regular maintenance, bunions and ingrown toenails are afflictions I will be able to avoid down the line.    

I love my Azzat time. Not only does he restore my feet to rosy, satin-smooth perfection while I get in a few rows, he also chats away about the latest events in his life, none of which are ever even slightly dull.  His newest love is his 600cc Yamaha motorbike, which he has ached to own for years, but he can’t bring himself to tell his mother he’s bought it because she will worry too much about his safety.  Consequently, the bike lives under cover at his cousin’s house two blocks away, and he goes to see it every evening between 10 and 11.

To be continued…



Shawl up to you

Today I’d like your advice, please. I am still sewing in the ends of this shawl, which I had wanted to be ready in time for our next Kirstenbosch market a week tomorrow, BUT I can’t decide whether to add a crochet edging to it or not. The first shawl I did was in reds and pinks and oranges (and I think is still my favourite, but it went to a very good home so I’m okay with not having it to myself any more), and it didn’t have an edging. I detest fringing so that is not an option, but maybe a loose shell or a chunky picot?  All suggestions welcome.

Apologies for lousy photo quality – I was in a hurry! I’ll wait to hear from you. :-)

To be continued…


tassels for Africa

So Anne asked me the other day what I’d done with all my tassels. I went through a huge tassel passion about 8 or 9 years ago, going so far as to run tassel workshops! It seems they had been wrapped in tissue paper and stored in a box in the garage all this time. A bit like bulbs, and hopefully – like bulbs – they will now come back to life.

I’d forgotten how very much I like them, and how very much I liked making them. Seeing the zebra one made from a cotton reel makes me think I could use other waste things in tassels to come.
The others have special wooden shaped heads, which were made by a very handy man called Laurie who used to live next door to my first shop in Rosebank. He had all the right carpentry equipment and used to turn some really beautiful shapes for me.

A woman asked me one day what on earth a tassel was, and when I showed her, she then asked what on earth it would be used for. [No imagination, some people.] Think of them as house jewellery, I said, just for starters.

To be continued…