Too many photos for one post! Here are the rest.
So now that it’s March 2017 I should probably have already posted about all the crafting that kept me occupied up to Christmas. Last year I did individual posts for each item (!). This year it’s too high a hurdle for me, as evidenced by my already infrequent blogging.
En bref, Christmas 2016:
- 1 duffel bag
- 2 baable hats
- 8 zip pouches
- 1 fleecy bonnet
- 1 fleecy raccoon gilet
- 2 eye patches
- 2 scrunchies
- 1 knitted scarf
- 1 lavender sachet
- 1 tote bag
Here are some pictures:
Christmas happened. And as I still haven’t got over my sheer disgust at the shopping experience, most of my presents were, as usual, home-made.
Working full time and doing a Masters in the evenings is reducing my making-time, so I couldn’t be as ambitious as last year. To make up for time-poverty I used extra wonderful materials – lots of Liberty, lots of Adriafil yarn and lots of exciting zippers. And then of course a cousin ended up with something made out of my old trousers. Which I didn’t get a decent picture of… Sorry!
- 6 boxy pouches, including ones lined in Liberty Kilburn Rose, Alexandra and Queue for the Zoo
- 1 glasses case in Hat Box Tiger Stripes and Libery Queue for the Zoo
- 2 sketchbooks covered in Hat Box Tiger Stripes
- 3 notebooks covered in Liberty Edenham, Branchflower and Solsetur
- 1 self-drafted skirt with box pleats and pockets in a vintage Liberty tana lawn
- 3 pairs of socks in Adriafil Stella Jacq and Knitcol
This year I only bought one Christmas present – and it was a bit of an afterthought anyway. The one bought present was a pack of 6 Le Corbusier notecards, for my dad to send me letters with, purchased from an awesome little shop in Abergavenny called FortySix. Incidentally, they also had a big book of treehouses from Phaidon, but I resisted the temptation and turned my energies towards my own gingerbread treehouse instead.
Here’s what I made for people:
- A dress
- Several ties
- Two bobble hats (the pompom was added later to one…)
- Change purses
- A reversible bow-tie
- A pair of socks
- A shawl/collar thing
- A skirt
- A long scarf
- Coffee cup sleeves
And here are some photos of the above:
I’m looking forward to being able to make some stuff for myself, finally! And get a move on turning some of the stacks of Liberty fabric I’ve accumulated this year into clothes, especially now that the Spring/Summer 2014 collection of prints has now launched. Luckily, I don’t truly covet any of the ones I’ve seen – so far!
Now that I’ve sufficiently calmed down (actually, I’m still way too over-excited, but no matter) about my lovely little gingerbread treehouse, I can introduce it properly to you – liquorice ladders and all.
The ladders are made from liquorice glued together with icing. They’re a bit bendy, but I hope that the air will harden them eventually (but not too much – I want them to be edible after Christmas!).
Stained glass windows are a bit of a family gingerbread tradition. The treehouse has them on every side except the floor. I’m especially pleased with how well some of the larger windows turned out. Next year I might try for something a bit more modern, with big glazed sections. Or maybe just another treehouse!
I think my dad could do with a hat for Christmas. My aunt emailed last night to tell me it was -16C in Toronto the other day, so I’ll be sure to bring lots of jumpers when I fly over next week. And this hat for my dad.
On the weekend I was in Abergavenny, and bought two balls of Adriafil Stella Jacq yarn at the fabulous Wool Croft. Last night I started knitting one of them into a hat.
The pattern is just k2, p2 ribbing, knitted in the round (80 sts to a round). After about 8 inches I started to decrease; when I was down to around 10 sts I looped my crochet hook through and pulled it taught. Done!
The bizarre thing is that when I got on the Tube this evening to come home, a woman got on at the same stop and sat next to me. She pulled out her knitting; I pulled out mine. She was making a striped dress for her baby daughter; I was making a striped hat for my dad. Half an hour later, she got off at the same stop as me; then caught the same bus… and then got off at the same bus stop! I managed to shake her off in the labyrinthine aisles of the supermarket, where she had also headed: at any rate, she didn’t make it all the way home with me.