My creative place.

Thick white frost on the grass outside, 6 deg celcius in my kitchen but here by my fireside and my sunny window - bliss. Today I'm spinning real wool with the luxury of pre carded tops that my brother sent to me as a present. Though I enjoy spinning the natural wool straight from the sheep's back, this is much less work and very pleasurable. Plying the yarn comes next and then dying it. Haven't decided what colour yet. Something to look forward to. The last lot was this rather vibrant green, I think I'm over that.
Toddling down the yard to feed the magpies this morning in my jammies and slippers was a chilly experience. Those birds really have very good staff. The man of the house says I need my head examined.
Hope you're warm and comfy wherever you are.
Bye for now until next time.
PS the towell under the spinning wheel is to protect the carpet from grease when I oil the wheel.

Surfacing again

I've been buried beneath a mound of Newsletter preparation for the past week and now that its finished I'm coming up for air.
Not ready for handspun, from the blog 'Minding My Own Stitches' has offered me a 'beautiful blog award'. You can't imagine how that pleased me and since she has asked me to pass it on I am now endeavouring to do that.
Please forgive me if I am not getting it right but I have no idea of blog protocol. I Googled the question and it seems that I must name 7 blogs to whom I wish to make the award and include their links in my post. I must also display the award on my blog. This is a problem for me as I don't know how to do that (tried unsuccessfully several times) Neither do I know how to 'link' but I will certainly name 7 of my favourite blogs.
Next I am to reveal 7 things about myself that you don't know. So here goes (in alphabetical order) my favourite blogs are:
Bimbimbie, Craftycountrymomma, ecomilf, Foxs Lane, Minding My Own Stitches, Miss Muggins, nunde. There are more, of course, but that's 7.
Seven things you don't know about me:
1. I've been married for almost half a century to the same beautiful man.

2. I can't go for more than 2 days without a chocolate hit.

3. I was once bitten by a Little Penguin. It took exception to me holding grass out of the way so my friend could photograph it
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4. Though my two sisters and one of my daughters are taller than I am, I have the biggest feet.

5. I have a good head for heights but loathe flying.

6. I was once riding in a taxi when the front left-side wheel fell off it. It was not a very dramatic event. We were just starting off from the traffic lights when there was a dull 'CLUNK' and all forward motion ceased. Of course I was late getting where I was going and absolutely nobody believed my excuse.

7. I am completely potty about all birds and animals but my favourites are dogs, gorillas, orangutans, elephants, all the big cats and the birds that come into my garden, oh, and the possum that lives in our woodshed. Also I am tollerant of spiders.

Well there you are. If I've done this incorrectly, feel free to let me know. Gotta go now.
Until next time I'll say goodbye.

Back At Last

Workmen have been digging at the end of our road, putting in huge water pipes which will bring the desalienated wated up from Gippsland to Melbourne. Regardless of what I think about the project, I get jolly annoyed when their excavations cause us to lose our telephone and consequently our internet. This is the 7th time in the past eighteen months and I confess that my sense-of-humour has been stretched to the limit. I am playing the glad game, I am glad that it was only a week this time, not 5 weeks as it was last year. Then it was the actual construction of the road that caused the problem. To add to our woes we are in an area that has a very poor mobile phone signal, so we are really isolated when our phone line is cut.
There, I've had a jolly good moan and now I can show you my socks.
My only venture into knitting socks, a very long time ago, was a pair I made for my then teenage son. He managed to put a great big hole in the heel within two wears, so socks lost their place on my things-to-knit list and I bought commercial socks for him.
Watching all the sock experts out there has renewed my taste for them and so I've taken up the four needles again.
Many years back, Mum taught me to knit socks (she used to knit them for her dolls as a child). Mum had a different and very easy way of turning the heel and wouldn't you know I've forgotten how to do it. Mum's not here to ask now but I found this pattern which is almost as good. I believe it is called a Dutch heel.
I'll stick with children's socks I think, as they grow out of them before they can wear them out.
Now I can hear great guffaws of laughter coming from the mother's of young tearways who go through there socks like a charge of dynamite. But if I give the socks away I won't know about the holes and for a brief time some little toes will be warm. That's enough to go on with.
Happy knitting everyone.
Bye for now until next time.

Compensation

OK, so it's cold these mornings and you don't want to get out of bed. There's frost on the grass where the sunshine hasn't yet reached; it crackles under your slippers when you go out to feed the birds - and you wish you'd had the sense to put shoes on before you came out. Then you turn to go back into the house and there it is, something to gladden a grumpy heart, a spider's web encrusted with frozen dewdrops and sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds. The agapanthus head that you were too lazy to cut when the flower died has gained a new beauty, festooned with cobweb and more dewy diamonds. My camera didn't do them justice but I'm glad I got the photos anyway.
Our little farmhouse has been taken over by suburbia and in the not-too-distant future it and this wonderland around it will be no more so I'm collecting memories. This one was too good to miss. Frosty mornings have their compensations.
Bye for now until next time.

A dog of a different breed.

This little bloke caught my eye outside a restaurant when we stopped for a cup of coffee in Orford, Tasmania. For once I had my camera handy. I couldn't resist a picture. I'm trying to decide on his parentage; those ears could be basset but he's a little short (or should I say length challenged?). An obliging little fellow anyway.
Frosty here this morning. There was ice on the bird bath in our garden; a good reason to put off bathing in my opinion. Birds don't appear to notice the cold. I'm sure I wouldn't like to sleep in a tree in these temperatures. I know 4 deg celsius is hardly considered cold in some parts of this fair planet but I find it pretty chilly.
Lovely weather for sitting cosily beside the fire knitting. I'm half way up the first sleeve of a new cardigan for the man of the house; it's to be stripes of leftovers (in brown & bottle green) to replace the dreadful thing he wears in the shed which has been mended beyond recognition. Almost finished, one sleeve to go.
Hope you have had a nice weekend whether snuggling by the fire or relaxing on the beach. Bye for now, until next time.

Breakfast at our place.

This is Dad magpie and the two kids. The mother is up in the gum tree somewhere and won't come down until I leave. They really don't like to have the camera pointed at them. It's funny, the shy one has known me for several years yet still doesn't trust me. That's OK; they shouldn't trust humans.
It's almost time for the parents to start chasing the babies off as they're well able to fend for themselves now and soon the parents will mate again. It's always sad for me when I see the babies being ousted but that's the way it is in the bird world. Somebody said that it is only humans that allow their young to come back home to live.
The cold weather has prompted me to knit some socks; not my usual thing but fun just the same, so I'm going through my stash for odd balls to use. I love going through my stash as I've always forgotten what's in there and so it's a bit like finding lost treasure.
Gorgeous day today but still cold.
Bye for now until next time.

Cornbread Feast

The man of the house likes to cook (what a treasure). Here he is with a loaf of cornbread made from a recipe given to me by Cristy, The Crafty Country Momma. There is Cristy over there on the right of my page. (Sorry I still haven't learned to do links). I think our cornmeal must be a little coarser than that which they have in the USA as it's quite crunchy, but that's part of what we like about it. Its delicious and a little less sinful than some cake as it uses oil for it's shortening (better for our cholesterol). Thanks Cristy.
By the way: That's not a bow on his head but a butterfly decoration on the curtain.
Cold tonight; winter is on its way. Hope you're all warm and cosy wherever you are.
Bye for now until next time.