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ScrapHappy July 2021

I realised I needed to get out of the house this morning after I’d managed to do my head in with distress, so picked up a large take-away cappuccino from Jack’s round the corner and headed to Arderne Gardens. It’s ridiculous that it’s a mere five minutes from where I live and yet the last time I went there was over three years ago. Today Cape Town enjoyed a break from the winter rains and the sun even came out a little.

Established in 1845, and filled with a wonderful mix of indigenous plants and some beauties from other countries, I used to take Alex there often when she was little. We’d look for fairies in the huge Morton Bay fig trees and feed the ducks and koi.

But this is ScrapHappy so let me move on. I’ve been making necklaces with little stuffed balls of fabric and having a lot of fun. There’s a lot of inspiration on instagram and pinterest, but I decided not to look at too many images and just made it up as I went along. My circles of fabric are 6.5cm in diameter and they are stuffed with remnants of tapestry wools, other fabric scraps, and even some bits of the compressed cotton that originally formed part of the cast on my left hand and wrist.

Mixing in some beads and buttons and ribbon and thread were part of the experiment. It’s a great way to use up small leftovers of fabric, and heaven knows I have a lot of those.

ScrapHappy is hosted by Kate in Australia and Gun in Sweden. Here are the links for everyone who joins ScrapHappy from time to time: KateGun, TittiHeléneEvaSue, Nanette, Lynn,  Lynda,
Birthe, Turid, Susan, Cathy, Debbierose, Tracy, Claire, JanKaren,
Moira, SandraLindaChrisNancyAlysKerryClaireJean, Jon
and Hayley

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 April 2021

I’m having difficulty dragging myself away from beads and shiny threads these days: I think in large part because my sewing room is in such chaos that I can’t bring myself to face it, but also because I find it therapeutic to make an entire item by hand while listening to one or other calming or thought-provoking podcast, or some lovely music. Unfortunately, this renders me more sedentary than usual – not good for the old bones!! [Note to self: make time to go for a walk down to the park occasionally, panic button in one hand and taser in the other].

But in the meantime, I have produced an entirely ScrapHappy piece of jewellery: three small pieces of a silky polyester fabric handstitched together, a mix of beads salvaged from bits and pieces that were either broken or part of an impulse purchase, some broken necklaces/chains from a friend who had no use for them, and a bit of old gold crochet thread from the year dot that turned up at the bottom of a box of kitchen utensils.

Apologies for the quality of the above pics, they were all taken late last night at my desk, no natural light involved. Pics of the finished piece below were taken about half an hour ago, at the start of another exquisite autumn day in Cape Town. I’m being taken out for dinner tonight, think I’ll wear this and wow the crowds :)

I’ve been inspired to take part in the ScrapHappy concept by Kate, Tall Tales from Chiconia. On the fifteenth of every month lots of other people often publish a ScrapHappy post, do check them out:
KateGun, EvaSue,Lynn,Lynda, Birthe,Turid,Susan,Cathy, Tracy, Claire,JanMoira,SandraChrisAlys, KerryClaireJeanJon,HayleyDawn,
Gwen,Bekki,Sue L,Sunny,Kjerstin, Vera,NanetteAnn,NancyDawn 2,Noreen,
Bear,Carol,Preeti and Edith

April at last!

I think it’s mainly children who wish time would pass more quickly – until their next birthday, until the first day of school, until Christmas, that kind of thing. Adults less so (especially when it comes to birthdays.) But for me, for once, and very selfishly, I am utterly thrilled that March is over. It was an unpleasantly challengingly month for a number of reasons and they are now all behind me – and I seem to have survived with all mental faculties intact! (No rude comments from friends, please.)

My health caused a few problems, and consequently there was lots of admin and discussion with my medical aid. It’s all sorted now and Discovery Health has covered all hospital, medication and covid testing costs in full. I’m deeply relieved, it was a very large amount of money! The health issue is being resolved with help from beloved friends and, of course, dear Andrew.
My GP switched me to a different medication for hypertension (it’s been one of my chronic conditions for over 20 years) and after two days my feet and ankles swelled to the size of adult puffer fish, just like when I was pregnant 28 years ago. I wasn’t best pleased, and now have to take a diuretic daily on top of all the other goodies in my morning pharmaceutical smoothie.
Then there was the seemingly silly incident with Choccie, my cat: it is now her habit in the morning around 5h00 to approach my head on my pillow and pat my face with her paw. I’m usually half-awake already and, since her patting becomes less gentle and a lot firmer quite quickly, in order to make me get up and feed her, I sometimes cover my face and head with the blankets. She managed to catch me right in the middle of my open left eye on Sunday morning with all claws out – she was in a more impatient mood than usual.

Bad cat!

The pain was excruciating but I thought it was probably normal and would just stop eventually. Three hours later, it had not and I’d patched it up with some cotton wool and masking tape to keep it closed. Even with only one eye, I was online (!) and was emailing my friend Kathryn in the US, who made me aware that this could well be more serious than I’d thought. My GP, an amazing man who never stops working (his rooms are open 7 days a week, every week, and he treats homeless patients at no charge), told me to get to him immediately. Andrew drove me there and I am extremely fortunate to have had no serious corneal damage whatsoever, just a “mild corneal abrasion”. Well, all I can say is that, if that was mild, other people who have eye accidents have all my sympathy.

By the next day, I could remove the patch and put in antibiotic drops to prevent infection, and I was able to drive. Choccie was in the dog box for a few days, even though I know she didn’t deliberately mean to hurt me.

My mother developed some covid-like symptoms and went to be tested yesterday. It took over 24 hours to get the results, which is absurd in my opinion, especially for someone who is 84, but she has tested negative – so great relief there!
The other big hurdle this month was emptying my house of Philip’s furniture and appliances, so kindly left in situ for my use by his children (but only because they were forced to under instruction from the executor!)
The reason for this is that my mother is moving into a retirement village and there isn’t room for everything she has. A lot of tables and chairs and other things were made by my dad and my grandfather, both carpenters, and I am certainly not ready to see the back of them just yet. I know my mother is pleased that I will be able to accommodate them, but I was filled with sadness at seeing Philip’s possessions being loaded into the back of a truck. Also, in sorting through cupboards and drawers, I found a few small things of his that I’d forgotten about. Spectacles, his old leather wallet, his bow-ties, that kind of thing. It seems that the feeling of missing someone never really goes away. I’ve turned one of his bow-ties into a brooch.


Shirts and blouses with collars aren’t my style at all, but I do have a loose white cotton blouse that I think this will work with. I couldn’t bear to have the elastic round my neck so that got chopped off and I stitched a brooch pin to the back of it. I’ve had the shirt for over a year, ordered online from a clothing shop I like very much that was having a sale, but I still haven’t yet worn it! I’ve come across quite a few items of clothing that I’ve bought and never ever worn, so perhaps now is the time to be ruthless and pass on what I clearly don’t need.

I was also obliged to fit in a trip to a dermatologist because my GP didn’t like the look of a mole on my back. I’m fair-skinned and have many moles here and there (have had at least three removed in the past), but I’m at an age where it’s not a good idea to put things off indefinitely so I had to wait a couple of weeks for an appointment with someone who has apparently has an excellent reputation. His diagnosis – seborrheic keratosis or, as lay people refer to it, a “senile wart”. How charming. Senile wart indeed!

My two closest friends have been having a terribly hard time with their health lately, which also affects their mental health. It’s a vicious cycle. One friend, whom I’ve known for over 38 years, has moved temporarily to Cape Town for eight weeks of radiation and chemotherapy at a highly respected cancer care clinic. Unfortunately for her, things aren’t going quite according to plan. At 57, she is two years younger than me, and it is a very distressing situation.

Some of you will be going into spring, and those of us in the southern hemisphere are going into autumn. Autumn really is my favourite season because Cape Town starts getting rain again and the garden just thrives. I usually get the urge to knit something at this time of year but that hasn’t happened yet. I seem to be hooked on beads, so I’m just going with the flow — and grateful that there is any flow at all :)


Beads and silk and bling and stuff

It’s been a good while since I’ve felt motivated enough to write a blog post, what with this and that going on in the world (!!!)…but I’m still here, and I can see the light flickering dimly in the distance at the end of an unpleasantly long tunnel.

I’ve decided to take a break from my sewing machines and indulge myself in making necklaces. I have 3,920,333 beads at my disposal (collected over the years) and another 2,982,847 that I’ve just bought. I incorporate fabric and ribbon, with some visible hand-stitching, and have also started experimenting with handmade beads.

I listen to Sam Harris podcasts or an audiobook (currently Malcolm Gladwell reading his latest book, Talking to Strangers) while I’m busy with my needle and thread. I find it all very relaxing – now all I need to do is find a way of selling these makes. I’ve started with a give-away on Instagram, let’s see how that goes :)