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Leap

In lieu of being at a market this Sunday 2 December (which is also my daughter’s 19th birthday but she’s planned a picnic in Bainskloof with friends and sans parents so I’m not required), I’ve decided to have an Open Day at my home. I did this once before, two years ago, and it was a great success – I invited everyone I knew, including all my neighbours from the complex in which I live, and made one of those huge beer-box chocolate cakes and provided coffee and tea. ‘Cake and Mosaic’ had a great vibe because most of my neighbours are really really nice, plus I sold loads of mosaic mirrors and frames that, frankly, don’t always sell well at markets. Win win.

Now that pretty much all I do is craft, there’ll be other things for sale as well – lamps and lampshades, owls, rag-tag fairy lights, bags, crocheted jewellery, button bangles, bunting, etc. Shew – I’m like a little shop all by myself. (The little shop of horrors…!?)

What this really means, however, is that I AM NOW FORCED TO TIDY THE LOUNGE. I am ambivalent about this – it would indeed be bloody marvellous to have a space clear of crafting stuff and empty bottles and half-baked experiments, but it’s where to begin that’s the daunting prospect.

I’ll leave you with this rabbit which pitched up on my screen earlier. I like.

(image by artist and illustrator lisa congdon)

To be continued…

I <3 Tulbagh

I took an impulsive, unscheduled break in beautiful Tulbagh this week. I am home now, but I think I left part of my soul behind.

This is what I found there:

1. A wonderful friend with a wonderful cottage in the middle of nowhere, a sleeper couch, peace and quiet.

2. A lot of cows. Early in the morning, this one didn’t seem to want to have her photo taken. But I was intrepid.

I felt like a genuine wildlife photographer getting this shot. I’d silently tracked her a good 10 metres along the garden fence, and was rewarded by this split-second itch-scratch.

3. Apparently I was being tracked myself. Mia kept a beady eye on me from the roof.

4. A thousand mountains.

(Don’t worry, I won’t show you them all).

5. A little girl called Lila-Raine, for whom I made a quick headband:

 

6. A peacock who, with a display like this, must have mistaken me for a peahen. I was flattered.

7.  Garden creatures that had my heart stopping with horror when I first laid eyes on them. Tina assured me they were grasshoppers, but they looked like prehistoric human eyeball-suckers to me.  I kept my car windows tightly wound up at all times for fear that one of these things would fly or jump inside my car.

8. An amazingly gorgeous shop that belongs to Susan, Tina’s sister, in new premises in Buitenkant Street. More about the Marmalade Angel tomorrow.

Now you see why I didn’t want to come home.

To be continued…

Drink up – I need the empty bottles!

I really like GoCrochet‘s idea of letting things evolve. Last night I realised that it’s working for me too.

As you know, I’m fixated on lampshades. I have been crocheting onto the wire frames that Zenzo made for me a few weeks ago, and when they are displayed at our markets everyone says, Wow, how pretty, what a stunning idea blah blah blah. But that’s where it ends — no-one has ever bought one of these girls.

The last time we were at Kirstenbosch, I had grabbed two empty bottles (vodka and wine, I think) to take with to use as props to display the shades. Lolling around nibbling on her fudge, Anne comments, They look quite nice on the bottles actually. Rob says, Yes they do, and I think people would prefer to buy the whole thing rather than just a shade that they may not have a base for. Anne replies, Rob’s right. Now pass me the rest of the fudge.

From there, we got to here:

Rob has turned into a Very Clever Electrical person and also invested in a diamond drill bit, so now he can turn these amazing liqueur bottles into functional items. I add the shade and some beads for an arty-farty gypsy look (?), and voila – upcycling and repurposing and crochet and handmade and beads and glitz and baroque ALL ROLLED INTO ONE. I feel like all my birthdays have come at once. (And I always knew Rob wasn’t just a pretty face…)

Apologies for the lousy photos, I took these quite late last night in a state of enthusiasm and happiness that outweighed the need to take a bit of care with styling.  Yes, that is an old avocado box in the background.

Tomorrow Jam Tarts is at the River Club Boutique Market in Observatory, where I hope to have a few more of these to show off.

To be continued…

House slippers

I bought this pattern from Mamachee on Etsy the other day: Oma House Slippers, and am loving it.

I made a pair in thick cream cotton for Alison’s birthday, and this pair below in a sort of soft tubing in teal for Issy’s birthday yesterday, and the pair in Shetland Chunky in blue is for a friend who is flying back to her home in California today. I thought they would be perfect for wearing on a plane, when you need to be as comfy as possible.

I also wanted to make my own yarn from t-shirt fabric, which is what that blue stuff is above, with pictures of horses on it. I found the tutorial here: Polka Dot Pineapple. It felt like such a mission to make it and then to only end up with two small balls, but it’s obviously a very cost-effective material for slippers. And I plan to make a million more. Unfortunately that won’t be today – I have woken up with a very sore throat and ear and headache, so this is the sound of me shuffling back to my bed right now…pad pad pad.

To be continued…

There’s a recession on?

If most of us are looking for new ways to cut monthly costs and budget more efficiently (baked beans on toast, anyone?) (cycle to work, maybe?), no-one seems to have told the good people of Somerset West. Yesterday evening Anne and Megan treated me to a trip to the opening of the now very famous Kamersvol Geskenke at the Lourensford Wine Estate out in that verdant, rich part of the Western Cape. (Kamersvol Geskenke is Afrikaans for Rooms full of gifts).

It was the most stupendous and overflowing cornucopia of gorgeous handmade art, craft, clothing, jewellery, furniture, gardens, just…EVERYTHING …that I have ever seen. The quality of the products was just incredible, and the place was PACKED to capacity. The tills and credit card machines were struggling under the pressure, and there was no sign of any let-up by closing time at 8pm.

I’ve managed to restrict myself to a few photos here, to give you a rough idea.

And to think I might not have gone at all if the girls hadn’t pushed me.
To be continued…