And fall he does. He's a little gimpy in the front legs, you see.
But he's a handsome devil all the same!
And the writer of the pattern, Hansi Singh (of Hansigurumi), well, she's my short-row hero ~ a frickin' genius. The entire time I was knitting Jack, I found it amazing that someone could write a pattern for something so sculptural never mind think in 3D. Impressive to say the least.
Next on my list is the Loch Ness Monster.
a whole bunch of crap falls out.
I opened a door, and since then this has become anything but a knitting blog. It has become,...well, I'm not sure what. My place to share all the things that have fallen out from behind the door? You won't be surprised then, to learn that this post is no exception.
Enter a ridiculously fine tipped pen, tiny papers measuring 11mm x 18mm, and some pendant frames. I can't decide whether to turn them into necklaces, or to string them on ribbons and make them itty-bitty wall art. What do you think?
One thing's for certain ~ I miss my knitting needles; the clicking, the rhythym, the softness of the yarn. I think it's about time I got back to it.
I hope you all have a lovely weekend!
I put together a tutorial that will be up on Crafters Guru sometime today I believe.
Because who doesn't need more ornaments to hang willy-nilly?
from me, and this ridiculously handsome fellow.
P.S. Needle felting is awesome! {I don't know what on earth I'll do with a 2 inch rabbit,...I guess keep him out of Sadie's hands and Oliver's mouth!}
I've been hit with urges left and right to try something new.
Painting. I haven't painted since I was in college a kagillion years ago. Fortunately I'm a pack rat, so I still have every art supply, including a full drawer of acrylics and brushes. Except for the stops to clean paint off Sadie's hands every time she grabbed the palette, it was a lot of fun. And Sadie is going to be a finger-painting master from what I can tell ~ She just can't keep her hands out of wet paint.
I've also been wanting to try needle felting. To make what, you ask? No idea. Tiny animals? Light-as-a-feather paperweights? I may be the up-and-coming champion creator of needle felted balls and blobs. {Ooh-ahh} The needles are scary...all sharp and barbed. Ever since I ordered a starter kit online, I've been having visions of stabbing myself in the finger with one. That alone may relegate the kit to the back of the closet.
And a something that has nothing to do with anything ~ other than it happened in my world. Around my home I'm known as the mother bear, fiercely protecting and defending her family. It's a moniker that I like. I'm proud of it. Jokes have been made about the possibility of me hanging a young child over the jungle gym by his ankle should he pull my daughter's hair on the playground. So yesterday, while I was busy and distracted, feeling pretty safe and secure in our little world, Sadie figured out how to open the back door, and headed for the long flight of stairs down to the backyard. Had she not stopped to close the door behind her, I wouldn't have heard a thing. I have never been so scared in my life. I don't know how I moved so quickly or where the yell that escaped me came from, but it was loud and fast and terrifying. I grabbed her up inches away from the first step, and have been shaking inside ever since. The mother bear in me is thinking that bars on the windows and padlocks on every door are a good idea. And while I'm at it, I may ask to borrow a few of the Queen's Guards to stand outside the house. I suppose I could hire some gold-chain wearing big guys, but they don't have the cool hats.
Oh, and I learned how to spell 'jewelry' and 'jewellery'. It's been a long road of 'jewellry, jewlery, jewllrey'. I don't think I've ever spelled it the same way twice And no, I'm not really an idiot.
{I was going to write more, but that idiot thing, that sounds like a great way to end a post.}
All of the work I would put it through in two short days. I'm fairly certain it would have spat at me, you know, if it wasn't a sewing machine.
First, I just had to have these birds, so I made them with the Amy Butler fabrics I just had to have a few weeks ago. {Pattern available here.}
Then I had the brilliant idea to make dolls for Sadie's upcoming 2nd birthday party. I am so thankful Sadie's friend list is limited to four, allowing me the time to make something a smidge personal for each girl.
This is the Black Apple doll pattern. {available here} Oh, and the best part,
Embroidered wool felt brooches. Pretty fancy for the two year old set, no?
And for the grand finale, my new favorite desk adornment. A black(ish) swan.
And since I was sitting there anyway, I made a few swans for the shop too.
Happy last day of March!
Huebert, Henry, Hal, Horatio, Horace, Howard, Humphrey, Hamilton & Steve.
These dapper little fellows, filled with lavender and a touch of spearmint, will be available to good homes this Friday, in the shop.
And did you know, you can get to this page by using 'www.sadieandoliver.ca'?
Because my Mama said so.
Did you know? I'd never really considered it myself. After I heard that Akina was producing a limited edition {and totally gorgeous} handmade book of her version of The Little Mermaid, I took it upon myself to read Hans Christian Anderson's story. I'm sure I've read it before,...but how did I not remember how different the story is? I would love to see Akina's Little Mermaid book. I understand the craftsmanship and artistry are astounding!
Speaking of things that are slightly off and a teeny bit worrisome or curious {and if you followed the link to Akina's site, you'll know what I mean}, there's an Etsy group called the Cabinet of Curiosities, where I found The Runny Bunny. In The Runny Bunny shop I found this:
and I made her mine. Isn't she lovely?....and just a little bit odd.
When you're at home raising a teenager in a toddler-suit? Well, you raise her right, of course.
But in the early morning hours, during naptime and after bedtime when you have the whole house to yourself, you embroider tea towels.
Friendly forest creatures, all in their teatime best.
Pretty poppies and roses, doing nothing but looking simply fine.
Oh, and you start thinking about opening an Etsy shop of your very own. Maybe,...possibly,...perhaps.
