Not a New Bookmark

Once upon a time, I was given a bookmark that quickly became my favourite.  It was made of fabric with glorious stars on one side and another pattern on the other that I can’t remember (clearly I didn’t look at this side quite as much).  Small weights were sealed in either end to keep the bookmark in place or to hold down fly-away pages if you happened to be reading in a breeze, which happens more often than you might think.

As time went by and the well-loved bookmark kept my place in book after book, certain wear and tear began to take place.  A little hole here.  A little patch there.

Eventually, I had to face facts: if I didn’t do something soon, the weights were going to fall out of the rapidly-developing holes and my bookmark would be no more.  But I didn’t want a new bookmark, so what could I do? Continue reading

Playing with Dolls

For a moment there, I considered starting this post in mysterious fashion, talking about how my latest sewing project isn’t going to be for me and should take less time because I’ll be sewing for someone a lot smaller than me.  Two smaller someones, in fact.

Then I realised everyone would probably think I was pregnant with twins, so I decided to give the cryptic approach a miss and come straight out with it: I’m going to play with dolls. Continue reading

Two Rooms of One’s Own

This Saturday marks a fortnight of being in our new house.  It also marks a fortnight since I last knitted something or worked on my latest sewing project and this is driving me insane.  Watching TV without some knitting to hand feels like an utter waste.

Part of the problem is that I need to buy some new wool to keep going on one of my projects; the other problem lies in the fact that we have A View and it’s rather tempting at times to simply sit there and stare at it.

But can you blame me when it does things like this? Continue reading