It is ironic that in the northern hemisphere, January is the dead of winter. In a lot of Australia, a case could equally be made for the dead of summer. Except that having ruminated and stored a whole lot of bile about how abhorrent the heat is - M Town is suddenly a bit grey. There was a little bit of rain last night. I wished I had worn something more substantial than a summer dress to work … Perhaps the key to defeating global warming is to think miserable thoughts about summer?
To give my friend Sam a little advice about felting [and anyone else who wants to write an outraged letter to the paper about young folk on their lawn and how much wool shrinks in the felting process]:
These are great comparison shots I know [the whole apples vs apples in scale is a wonderful and mysterious phenomenon to me] but the numbers suggest that my knitting shrank by about half. I didn’t bother to put a sideways scale because I only lost about 5% in width.
A pincushion brooch with kanzashi petals and a measuring tape for a back, for the sewing notion swap. Modelled by the last of the brooch wearing husbands of mine …
and a novelty button swap.
Clever web app for making cross stitch patterns - Dark Lilac
Apparently, Taronga Park Zoo wants knitted pouches for their orphaned animals - according to the wool craft page of Vision Australia.