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One day, I will have to post a picture of my baby blanket – rich purple and orange paisley, with a black, white, red, purple and yellow seersucker on the reverse. I think that explains a lot. My grandmother made it for me, and it was so lovely to see Inigo snuggled under it when he was sick last week, the thought that this garish textile is nurturing another generation warms my heart.
I may not post often, but today, when our hot water failed to be hot, I had cause to ring the people that installed it – and they wanted to know when it was installed (certain parts only have a 1 year warranty). Of course, my paperwork didn’t have a date on it, so during a search of my computer, I found a blog post that was written on the day it was installed. The 30th of May, 2009. Gold!
So, my mate Miriam is having another baby (she is mama to Inigo’s best friend Oscar, they were born 4 days apart), and I want to knit her something special. Both of us wanted girls first time around, and now Miriam is expecting a much wanted girl. Often second babies get a little neglected in the special handknit items tally, so I gave Miriam a choice of two patterns, both a little special.
I am in love with this yarn, gorgeous colours, amazing drape, and really, really lovely to knit with. So I found this pattern, which uses an unusual cabled construction, and I think is adorable.
The other choice I offered was a cute little cardi with a dachshund on it – and the pattern is raising funds for a little dog to have her leg fixed.
Miriam has chosen the puppy cardi, and three colours of Bendigo Classic 12 ply – 744 Ginger (for the dog), 747 Lipstick Rose (for the body), and 704 Blueberry for the trim.
Can’t wait to finish the never ending Mr Greenjeans, and cast on 🙂
Inigo seems to have gastro. Puking, pooping, fevers, and sleeping.
Currently asleep on the couch – unheard of.
Inigo spent this afternoon and evening puking all over my in-laws home. Poor little guy is out for the count now, and a friend sent me a link to this site.
Hilarious, but a little too close to home tonight.
Words from Inigo as he went to bed tonight…
Yes, it’s that tragic. The two year old has my number. I’m such a Masterchef addict that I am recording each episode, but most nights I am actually watching it live if I can possibly beg Mark to put Inigo to bed.
And yes, I bought the magazine.
We’re leaving for my birthday weekend at the crack of sparrows tomorrow, if you’re planning on joining the festivities, please let me know soon. Most people are coming up on Saturday, as I have to travel back to Sydney for a job (another photographic shoot) on Sunday morning, so I won’t be back up North till lunchtime Sunday.
I have stocked up on homemade curry, sangria and Bollywood movies.
Sarah, my sister in law, and mum to the adorable Alex, turned 40 a few weeks ago, and had a right proper shin dig. She asked me to take a few pics, so here they are. The theme was “F”. I went as a sub-literate Fotographer.
As a photographer, I am less than thrilled with some of the image quality, but considering the lighting conditions, and that this is the first time I have ever shot fully manual with a flash, I’m rather surprised that I got as many good shots as I did.
Great party, lovely sister in law, and interesting photographic challenge.
I’m against censorship. I’m against right wing nuts telling me how to parent my child. And I’m against paying for a stupid filter that any ten year old worth their salt can circumvent in ten minutes.
Spread the word.
When I married Mark, I decided to use his last name. Not because I was now his property, but because I was building a new phase of my life, and a name change seemed appropriate at the time. One factor that influenced my decision was that my family name (Connor), was not shared by my whole family.
My mum took my dads family name when they married, and then changed back to her own family name later on. Consequently, my attitude to “family” names was shaped by this – and my real family name should have been Connor-Young, or Young-Connor. So when this question came up, my decision was not to give up my name and take on one that belonged to somebody else, it was a choice to choose my own name, rather than having one imposed on me.
So I chose between my fathers name, and my husbands name. I could have made up something else, but this way I got to avoid a lot of paperwork. A adore my dad, and would hate for him to think that this decision was a rejection of him as it wasn’t. If I had a name that reflected my whole family, I might have made a different decision, but who knows. And this way, I get to use both names, legally, without too much hassle.
So I was interested to read this article about a recent study that examined attitudes towards women based on their choice to change their names after marriage or not.
Apparently, I am perceived as more caring, more dependent, less intelligent,more emotional, less competent, less ambitious. And less likely to get a job.
Great. At least I can still use my other name.