Tuesday, 17 March 2015

FRIDAY THE 13TH, UNLUCKY FOR SOME - WELL, NOT FOR US!

We had a nice weekend planned.

Friday night we had a meal and film with friends to look forward to and then Saturday, a lazy day pottering. Husband outside, painting the Lloyd loom chair for our daughter for the baby nursery before heading into his garage to work on his oars. Me, well I was going to spend the day working on the pouffe to go with the chair.
Mothering Sunday was going to be spent here with everyone coming to us for a late afternoon family lunch. 
Everything was organised, what could possibly change?

Our daughter had her last day at work on Friday, then she would be on maternity leave, with baby due to arrive in about 3 weeks. Except baby didn't want to wait 3 weeks, in fact baby didn't want to wait another day. So instead of going to work, our daughter went into labour and Alfred (Alfie) Joseph arrived just before 2pm that afternoon. 
There was so much excitement all around and I was so relieved that everything had gone ok. We couldn't wait to see him, our planned meal and film went right out of the window. Off we went to the hospital in the evening with my box of treasures.


As we didn't know the sex of the baby beforehand I went for a more neutral chest. Unfortunately the picture isn't that good but it was the only one I took.

  
Inside, was the first little outfit I had made which I had included in a past post. Afterwards I remembered that Kate sometimes reads my blog and if I posted anymore pictures of the things I was making she would have no surprises.


This little jacket also has a matching hat.
I found it really difficult to find patterns to make suitable for both boy and girl.
This one is made in Drops Fabel.


I really love this little jacket knitted in Drops Karisma. It's lovely yarn to work with. However this is also a 0-3mths pattern but it has come up much bigger than the other 2 little jackets.


I think the buttons are cute.


Here is the baby blanket, crotcheted in Drops Alpaca Silk. It is just so soft and Alfred looks very cosy snuggled underneath it.
I thank Heldasland for recommending this pattern and yarn, it's gorgeous!

Alfred is very tiny at the moment, he weighed just 6lb 4ozs but it won't be long before he'll be able to wear all of these things.

As you can probably imagine our planned Saturday went out of the window too. We spent our day collecting the pushchair and shopping for baby clothes. We did get to see our film and enjoy a meal with friends in the evening, that was really nice.

Our Mothering Sunday meal didn't go quite to plan either. My poor mum was poorly which meant that both of my parents stayed at home. My already well made little family of son, daughter in law and grandchildren arrived on time, but alas my new little family of daughter, son in law and grandson were running late. 
If you've ever arrived for last orders at a Sunday carvery, you'll probably understand how my dinner fared. Eight of the nine of us said they thought it was lovely. The ninth person, obviously me, reserved judgment.

With a new baby to celebrate we still had the most perfect three days and we welcome baby Alfred into our family.

Monday, 9 March 2015

A WEEKEND OF LOVELINESS!

1. Clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds.

2. Tidying a corner of the garden, then planting a couple of camellias there that were pot bound in           
    containers on the patio. Hopefully they will now flourish and eventually fill that space with colour  
    every year at this time.


3. Spring flowers poking up through the dappled shade and swaying in the breeze.

4. Uncovering the garden furniture and being able to sit outside and eat lunch.


5. Listening to the bees as they buzz around the cherry blossom.

6. The sound of the birds, tweeting and twittering.

7. Sitting by the open patio door knitting, whilst the sun shone through and warmed the toes of my    
     sock less feet.

8. Just pottering.

9.  Husband working happily in the garage making the oars to go with his canoe.

10. Peace and quiet.

Let's hope that the coming days ahead are as lovely as the weekend was.
Thank you all for the lovely comments on my last post, much appreciated.
Have a great week!



Monday, 2 March 2015

OUR LITTLE MAN IS ONE!

Our grandson Jack celebrated his 1st birthday yesterday.
One already, we just can't believe how quick his first year has gone.
Happy Birthday Jack!

I had my Saturday planned out this weekend, I was intending spending the afternoon decorating the birthday cake. But plans in this house often go hay wire and it wasn't until 6pm that I stood in the kitchen facing a few blocks of icing and a square slab sponge cake that I had thankfully made a few days earlier and had kept in the freezer.
I'd promised a train and a train I was going to construct and as I made the four carriages, I was quite happy with how things were going. However, as it got later and I got hungrier my husband, the engineer, decided he would come and offer to lend a hand. From then on the design became more complicated, he took charge of the rolling pin and with icing sugar flying all over the kitchen between us we put together this windowless, leaning, engine. As the time crept on, it was well past 8pm, the thought of meat pie, mash and veg was just a dream and Thomas the Tank Engine was looking more like the engine from Casey Jones! (If you remember that on TV you're as old as me!)

However, finally the cake was done and the kitchen looked like a bomb had dropped. I got on with the tidying while Michael cooked our much deserved dinner.
Throughout the rest of the evening we kept an eye on the leaning engine as it sat in the dining room and were so relieved in the morning when we got up to see that the engine had leant no further!


The cake fortunately, was much appreciated yesterday and it was only my mum, bless her, who commented that the train had no windows.

In my next life I am definitely coming back under a different name and I'm thinking, M.U.M Couldujust would be quite fitting.  On Friday morning with Kate's baby due possibly under a month away she decided that it would be nice if she had one of those knitted pouffes to rest her feet on while she's sitting holding the baby in her soon to be borrowed Lloyd Loom chair, on loan from my mother.
Is that something I could come up with? I was asked. 


The yarn delivery came on Saturday, enough for a pouffe and a matching cushion, plus huger needles than I've already got, ready to start this task.
I've got a couple of things finished, another on the needles, all for Kate but I'm going to save posting pictures until the baby has been born. Hopefully I'll be able to show you these two new items as well.

Hope all of my readers have a great week ahead!


Wednesday, 18 February 2015

CALL THAT AN IRON!

This is my kitchen door door stop.
A family heirloom, inherited when my husband's uncle passed away.


As it's half term I had the pleasure of looking after all three of my grandchildren on Monday and although we eventually spent a lovely day out at RHS Hyde Hall, I don't think they were expecting a history lesson as we trundled off in the car.

While I was in the throws of packing wellies, nappies, binoculars, waterproof clothing etc, the telephone rung.

So what do you do when your Granny has to answer the telephone, do you

a) carry on watching the tv
                  or
b) find a smooth surface and practice a spot of curling.

Well obviously the answer to that one is b!

There they were shoving my cast iron doorstop from one end of the kitchen to the other. Oh, what a lovely game they were having, little Jack thought it was wonderful. I suggested that they should perhaps play with something else and asked them to put the iron back by the door. Both girls stared at it blankly and Charlotte said, " what iron, that's not an iron, it's a doorstop!".

Now I can remember my grandmother showing me how she used to use an iron like this when I was little, so when we were finally in the car and on our way, I explained to them how the iron would have been heated up on the stove and then used. I then told them about washboards, mangles and tin baths. It really dawned on me that there is so much that they take for granted in their short lifetime. They couldn't begin to imagine a life without electricity, central heating and a car, as it would have been for my grandmother.

Last night, as I watched the news and they spoke about sending people to live on Mars, I thought, whatever next! I reckon those words were on the tip of my grandmother's tongue many times as she journeyed through her life.







Tuesday, 10 February 2015

CELEBRATING AT THE TOP!

Last Monday, when I opened my birthday present, I thought, how lovely, we're going to spend next weekend in London and then I thought, oh dear and I don't feel at my best.
Tuesday came and husband stayed at home. He now didn't feel well either and I wasn't feeling any better.
We'd been struck with this head cold type of thing that gave us continual headaches, fuzzy heads, loss of appetite and just generally lacking in energy. 
Wednesday for him was only a slight improvement but my determination kicked in and I thought myself much better. Only I wasn't and on Thursday with the weekend looming I decided that a doctors appointment was my way forward and thankfully I managed to get one.

So on Friday arm in arm with my husband and my antiobotics off we went for our weekend in London.
It was the first time I'd been out for a couple of days and the blast of fresh air seemed to do us both good as we wandered along Southbank on our way to the hotel.

When I originally saw that Michael had booked matinee tickets for the Saturday to see Made in Dagenham, I laughed and asked if he'd booked the earlier tickets to ensure I stayed awake during the performance. Thankfully, I was relieved he had done as I don't think either of us would have been able to keep our eyes open, if it had been in the evening.
We really enjoyed the show, it made us laugh and as every hour passed we were beginning to feel so much better.

Sunday came and with it, lots of lovely bright sunshine.
Perfect for our afternoon up the Shard.


First stop, a lovely brunch, I'd call it lunch in the Oblix lounge and as luck would have it a table next to the window.

This is from level 32 and I took it with my phone.


After lunch we had to return down to the bottom before making our way up to the viewing platform on level 72. Here I let Michael take over with his camera to take the photos while I enjoyed the view.









We had a wonderful afternoon and from there set off back to where our car was parked and home. As we walked we chatted about the Shard and I wondered how on earth they would be able to keep all of that glass clean.
"Oh, it's all self cleaning" he said.
"Really!", I never miss a trick, "well, in that case why haven't we got that glass in our windows at home, we'll have that next!"
I simply hate, cleaning windows. 

Tuesday, 3 February 2015

I JUST CALLED TO SAY........!

Having grandchildren is the most wonderful thing and when we were expecting the first of our grandchildren nearly nine year ago I had visions of being fussed upon as we all aged and spending lovely times together as their Gran.

However as soon as Charlotte was born, I became Granny and though I wasn't too sure that I liked it, over the years I've grown to love it.
I can't believe how grown up she is becoming and I'm always amused when she rings me up for a chat.

So on Friday evening, just days away from my birthday, the phone rang and on answering I heard,
"Hello Granny, it's Charlotte, can you tell me how old you're going to be on your birthday."
"Quite old," I answered and told her my age.
"That's what I thought," she said. Just a couple of seconds passed before she said, " the other reason I'm phoning is to say that I love you and to wish you a very happy birthday!"
We carried on chatting about her school day and the design she is currently making with her hama beads.
Finally the words, "bye Granny" came and she was gone in a flash but that little conversation made my evening.

My birthday came and with it an horrendous cold that I'd been fending off for the last couple of weeks. Plenty of knitting and crochet took place as I stayed put in the chair with my feet up.
No birthday celebrations for me but the family did pop in bearing gifts and I just had to show you these few, because to me they are simply the best!


The reason for my phone call became obvious when I opened this coaster made of hama beads by Charlotte.
Now, when I lift my first mug of tea in the morning I will be reminded, (just incase I'd managed to forget) that I am 57.


These 2 little trinket boxes contained,


a ring, from Charlotte, that fitted perfectly


and a ring, from Jessica that didn't quite.
I love them both, though!


Also, as Hawthorn Spellweaver is having a February heartathon, I thought I would join in today with this design on my new scarf.


Charlotte & Jessica created this lovely sheet of birthday wishes.
My son in law, affectionally known as Pete Pete by the children thought he'd be witty and say that I'm only three years off of being 60. But I must point out when I see him next that for as long as I have my coaster, I will remain, 57!

My birthday has gone, yet my cold is still here, I feel that my head is being held in a vice and there are lead weights hanging from my teeth!
Is anyone else suffering like this or is it my age?

Enjoy your week everyone!

Tuesday, 27 January 2015

KNITTING OFF THE NEEDLES!

At last, from this bag of Drops yarn


I have completed this,


my first baby outfit for my daughter Kate and I'm so happy with it.
Knitted in baby merino, at first I thought the colour to be honest was a little on the bland side but adding the 3 white duck buttons seems to have made it look so much better.

Also, I seem to be making great progress with the crochet blanket too, but I'll show you that when it's finished.

I'm just about to start knitting with the drops karisma, a baby cardigan but my plan last night of, early dinner, feet up, tv and knit didn't happen. I got myself too comfortable and promptly fell asleep.
Amount of knitting done - none!
I didn't even get to cast on my stitches.
Later, perhaps!