Category Archives: Woolhogs


I’m the first to admit that this idea still needs work, but I’d got it into my head that I wanted to crochet a frame cover for Maryanne’s Made-It Challenge. So here it is:

The photo is of Alex when she was 8 — and she will kill me if she ever reads this blog! (But she was gorgeous even then, despite one or two missing teeth…)

I’m happy with the stitches I used and the way the cover holds down at the edges, but I need to work another couple of rows of dc on the inside edges. I’ll also probably put a little dab of glue on the corners, just to make sure it stays in place. A flower in one corner might also be nice…or stripes…or a couple of buttons…anyway, you get the idea.

To be continued…


trying to keep up with my mother

I don’t have anything particularly special to report on the crafting front today, just getting my stuff ready and priced for the Tulbagh market and finishing something for Maryanne’s Made-It Challenge, so I thought I’d share a story about my mother, Didi.

She recently broke her hip and cracked her pelvis, one Sunday morning pottering around in her kitchen, by slipping on the tiled floor and landing badly.  By 10pm that evening, she had been operated on, and the surgeon had inserted metal pins to hold everything back in place.  By 10.30pm, she was on the phone to me, telling me that she was going to be fine, couldn’t feel a thing, and I didn’t need to worry. When I offered to go up to Joburg to help in some way, she said it wasn’t necessary. (She actually said I’d just end up getting in the way and irritating her, so at least she’s honest!)

Two days later, she had gone through two physiotherapy sessions and was on her way home.  Within one week, she was being driven to and from the huge farm property she is busy renovating, 20 minutes from her home, where two of the labourers would carry her around on a chair so she could supervise and keep an eye on everything.  (I should add that my mother is very small, probably doesn’t weigh more than 45 kgs!).  The image of her being carted around on her ‘litter’ while she waves her crutch like a mad wizard and issues orders still cracks me up.

She still can’t walk, it will probably be October before she’s ready for that, but that hasn’t stopped her either.  Last week she decided she was ready to drive (she has an automatic) so she had her wheelchair put in the back and drove herself off to the farm.  She had promised to be very very careful and to drive slowly, but … guess who got stopped for speeding on the way home? The cop who pulled her over was no match for her, and I figure the poor chap was more than happy to pretend it was a non-event within 2 minutes of face-to-face communication.  It seems he was confused by the wheelchair in the back, the extra crutches in the front (one of which would have had a sombrero perched on top of it)*, and my mother’s refusal to accept that she had been speeding at all, despite the hi-tech equipment they use these days.

I am not allowed to say how old my mother is, and she herself is unable to answer truthfully when someone asks her how old her daughter is.  I am 50, but she says she just can’t get that word out properly.  I think the last time it came up, she managed to say that I was f….forty-one, and her granddaughter was eight…yes, eight.  Ten years off for all of us!

Here is a pic from my stepsister’s wedding in March this year, my mother is on the right in the grey and black top.  And that’s me being very original by giving my stepdad antennae.

She’s a hard act to follow. Probably best not to even try!!!

To be continued…

Woolhogs Made It Challenge

This challenge is an excellent idea from a clever fellow Capetonian crafter/ blogger: woolhogs! Yay, proudly South African! (Vuvuzelas, please!)

My entry is a little knitted bag. I call it The Little Knitted Bag.

I used:  super chunky yarn and size 7.5mm knitting needles. I can’t remember what the wool is called, there was a single ball left in Roger’s shop and he said he wasn’t going to order any more so I can’t ask him either.  I just know it was imported, but any nice chunky yarn will work.

I cast on 50 sts and worked 40 rows stocking stitch; cast off.  I made sure to leave enough wool to use for the strap.

With right sides together, fold the rectangle in half and stitch up along the side and bottom seams. Turn right side out.

Find a suitable piece of fabric for the lining.  I used a medium-weight velour-type material in crimson.  Cut two pieces a bit bigger than the bag; sew the two pieces along three seams, right sides together.

Don’t turn the lining inside out. Fold the top over (see above) and insert into bag, and pin into place at the top.  Stitch by hand.

I made a cord using the leftover wool from the bag and some other crimson wool and a length of silver chain to make it a bit more substantial. I cut lengths of 140cm and made a plait, and just knotted each end (instant tassel!)  Sew each end to the sides of the bag, and add a big press-stud for closing (optional).

Also optional – find or make something to stick on the front for extra oomph.


Voilà –  the Little Knitted Bag. Très facile et très jolie.   French? What the hell?  I’d forgotten the whole Proudly South African thing.  Ok, here it is in Xhosa –  kakhulu khaphukhaphu, kakhulu lekker.  And in Afrikaans – baie maklik, baie mooi.

To be continued…

Hello, Olly

For various reasons (the details of which I will not bore you with), my mind today has been in a state of chaos and anxiety.  I feel like I am not in control of anything right now.  I know that I won’t always feel like this and, in fact things might improve within the next hour or two (one never knows!),  but writing this blog helps.  And all through this difficult morning, of all absurd things, I couldn’t get the idea of pipe cleaner dolls out of my mind.  I found out about them from Maryanne’s Woolhogs blog, right here: Rainbow kids

And so I sat myself down a few minutes ago with the required materials in front of me.  And now we have…Olly.

Olly is unicolour rather than rainbow, and he has a bit of a hair problem, but he was indeed quick and easy to make.  And if making Olly is the only thing I manage to accomplish today, then so be it.  I’ll just have to go with the flow.

To be continued…