On the working side of life, I’ve been making cushions using the designs I usually print on pillow cases. I was keen to maintain the patchworky random look, so no two will ever be the same.
Still experimenting with sizes and layout – but it’s a brilliant way to use up small pieces of fabric left over from the bedspreads. The Kalk Bay shop has expressed an interest, but they would want the cushions to be a standard size. “Standard” – hmmm, a strange concept for me, I’ll have to give it some thought….
On the domestic front, we received three offers on the house within 24 hours of it being on show. We happily accepted the best one, and transfer is scheduled for the end of May. Aaaaaaannnnd, best news of all, Philip and I are now the proud new owners of a beautiful house in Claremont (a suburb of Cape Town about 10 minutes drive from where we currently live). It’s green and leafy and quiet, and the house is perfect for two people who both work from home and who like to entertain (on a relatively modest basis). It’s been wonderfully and attractively modernised, in pristine condition, and we don’t have to make a single change. So, 1 June will see quite a few removal trucks rumbling along in various directions between Mowbray, Rosebank and Claremont – housewarming to follow soon after :) Deep sigh of relief, gratitude and contentment!
Carnival over. A most enjoyable and successful event for Jam Tarts, ably assisted by Senior Co-Manager Rob. Not much stock left, and many orders taken. I believe a day of rest with some chocolate thrown in is on the cards.
When Alex was small, I once made her a rabbit. I found the pattern in a library book and it’s the nicest rabbit pattern I’ve ever come across – but I have no recollection of the original book nor do I wish to waste time by tracking it down – so, when it was time to make a rabbit for a friend’s new granddaughter, my only option was to undress and dismember Rabbit One in order to cut a new pattern.
There she is, poor thing, headless, earless and naked as a jaybird.
Ta-da! Meet Rabbit Two, sporting a patchwork frock trimmed with pompoms and a silk headscarf.
Now to re-attach Rabbit One’s head and ears, and hope I haven’t scarred her for life.
We’re very partial to rabbits around here. Rob has a silver playboy bunny on a chain round his neck (which I gave him!). Alex had a baby dwarf rabbit when she was five, but before I’d had time to buy a hutch some hungry predator must have spotted him. I had a rabbit when I was a little girl in Blackpool, I remember going to the pet shop with my parents. My mother said What are you going to call it? I said Rose. She said You can’t call a rabbit Rose. Sooty is better. Not long after that, we emigrated to South Africa but Sooty couldn’t come with us.
Zween made the sweetest rabbit egg cosy ever (find her pattern here) and so I had to give it a go. But no-one eats soft-boiled eggs in my house so I figured the best thing was to sew up his bum and let him just be a rabbit.
While there’s no guarantee that an item on my To Do list will ever actually get ticked off, it has to at least be on the list to stand any chance at all. I’ve been wanting to make one of Janette’s rabbits ever since I saw them (here), so yesterday’s list had a “Rabbit” entry.
And it got done! Here it (he? she?) is, freshly stuffed, and checking out the originals on Janette’s post.
She (feels right) then went to see who else lives here, and ended up having a little rest with a sheep on my bed.
The last I saw of her was at about 9.30 last night, when Rob was leaving after having supper with me (Moroccan chicken* and rice with lentils, in case you’re curious). His goodbyes were quite hurried and I couldn’t help noticing an unusual rabbit-shaped bulge under the left shoulder of his t-shirt. And when I went to bed later, the sheep was alone.
I must thank Janette from The Green Dragonfly for her lovely pattern and tutorial, with such brilliant instructions. All her patterns and projects are always absolutely gorgeous, and sometimes I just scroll through them to remind myself of all the other things I should add to my lists. Although, I see I still have a “cat” entry from yesterday’s list… maybe later, after the laundry…
* I cheated a bit, using Ina Paarman’s Tomato and Chili Coat-and-Cook sauce. I’m sure the addition of a pinch of cumin made the dish authentically north African?
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.