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Freehand machine stitching on vintage serviette. It is that time of the week again - and so I wish you: A Great Weekend!

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I can't help liking this evil-looking little critter which appeared recently in a bus shelter near Simonstown. He is kind of cute, you have to admit. Have a great week, everyone! And if you  take the bus, beware of The Little Green Man.

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The Woman Who Ate Too Many Cookies over Christmas (with flowers). Freehand machine stitching on vintage serviette. Have a great weekend, everyone. But do not eat too many cookies ...

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Geeky Girl with Glasses (and corsage).   Freehand machine stitching on vintage serviette.

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We went to an exhibition (well, actually, three) at the SA National Gallery on Sunday. How pleasant to stroll through the Company Gardens afterwards. I haven't done that for a long time. Here are some trees for you - a quiver tree, a cypress and a ficus.   (Artist: Nature; Curator: Anairam) Have a great week, dear friends. Hug a tree.

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A goodbye lappie I made for a dear friend who is relocating back to the United States.

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Art journal page.

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Laughing her head off at Beezy Bailey's upside-down sculpture ... ... and smelling the roses outside Milieu.

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(Ink, acrylic, embroidery on canvas.)

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My word for the year is: I would like to take a few courses and workshops, concentrating on acquiring new knowledge and skills, and perhaps polishing some old ones.  I want to see every experience and conversation as something that I can learn from. I want to learn from books, movies, situations, people ... And I want to learn from you. I wish you all a great 2012!

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I finished crocheting a bowl/basket from the grass twine I bought at the car boot sale. (The knitted squares became two mats for putting hot dishes on the table.) Slow and painful work, but I like the result. Kind of wabi-sabi, don't you think?

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When I last tried to make fabric tape it was a bit of a disaster. It involved wax paper and glue and sellotape, if I recall correctly. Glueing the fabric on was a messy business, and when I tried to use my tape, the wax paper did not peel off properly. I have since discovered another method on this blog - using double-sided tape. Amazingly simple. Dang. I should have made

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I acquired my newest art work - a beautiful reduction woodcut by artist Joshua Miles -  on a visit to my brother in Baardskeerdersbos.  Miles is his neighbour. (The car belongs to my brother - a  vintage Alfa Romeo Berlina.) If you are ever out Baardskeerdersbos way, and you would like great food, visit my bro's restaurant Baardies. My favourites are the mutton and

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Summer is almost here. I thought I would welcome it with some cheerful bunting, but alas, the energy and enthusiasm for the task waned after stitching the individual triangles. So I simply pegged them onto the washing line. Not to boast, but I think it is a pretty clever idea - now I can change the order of the flags at a whim. And I can add new ones when I find the time

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I found a big bunch of grass twine at the car boot sale last week. Of course I had to buy it. It makes for interesting (but difficult) knitting.   It may become a bath mat. (I think.)

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All done now.

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Inspired by boro. More stitching needs to be done. Have a lovely weekend, everyone. Do some stitching!

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Haven't done a BC for a long, long time ... BC #12 of an installation called "armchair traveller" by Raymond Smith , January 2005. (Pen and colouring pencils.)

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At the Library Book Sale, I found this delightful little book: Full of examples, instructions and admonishments on the art of letter writing (by ladies), it makes me want to take up my pen. I mean, I would just love to write an official letter, and end it with: I have the honour to remain, Sir, Your most humble and obedient servant.Here are two examples in the

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I have habits that some may consider weird. For example, when I have finished using my laptop for the day, I wrap it in bubble wrap, and hide it. This is not as strange as it may seem. The area where we live has become very popular over the last two years for burglaries in the middle of the night, while owners are fast asleep. The culprits carry away anything that is lying about and quick to lay

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I just had to fill up those white spaces on the batik lappies. (And some coloured ones as well.)

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 Not quite, though. I still have about 40 words to go. I am embroidering part of a poem by Billy Collins.  "And this is the end,the car running out of road,the river losing its name in an ocean,the long nose of the photographed horsetouching the white electronic line.This is the colophon, the last elephant in the parade, the empty wheelchair, and pigeons floating down in the evening. Here the

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I went to a great applique workshop on Wednesday, run by Liz Chojnacki.  Apart from jabbing myself with my needle a couple of times, I had great fun. (I am clumsy - so what.) Have a great weekend, everyone! Today is our wedding anniversary. I am hoping for some flowers. (Probably not ... sigh.)

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I have of late become interested in curiosity cabinets. The concept of collecting, documenting and exhibiting has always resonated with me. While these have traditionally been used to house natural history collections, I have been playing for a while now with the idea to record and display my finds of the metal and plastic kind. A few years ago I made my F-O-U-N-D piece, and since then I have

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espoir m (plural espoirs) noun: hope As I am near the end of my final Maths project (the second book), I thought it apt to buy myself a pre-celebratory gift. Actually, two.  (Pinky Cut (above), and Mr Cool (below), colour lithographs by Burundian artist Espoir Kennedy.)

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Sometimes simple food is the best. (Lunch: lightly steamed asparagus, a tiny knob of butter and some grated parmesan to dip into.)

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Sweet Snous is celebrating her 2nd adoption birthday today. We took her for a walk amongst the Boulders Beach penguins (on the other side of the fence obviously, otherwise there may have been tears); she had a special Cesar gourmet supper (thanks to Auntie Tana she is now hooked on it), biltong treats throughout the day, and a special birthday biscuit from the lady at the DVD store.

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I made myself a new journal with a hand-stitched binding  -  using watercolour paper, cardboard for the covers, and the same beautiful cover paper that I used for my triangular book. I had a problem with tearing the watercolour paper - one is supposed to wet the folds and then tear, and I wetted and wetted and wetted, but the tearing did not work very well ...

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dil·et·tante/ˌdiliˈtänt/ Noun: A person who claims an area of interest, such as the arts, without real commitment or knowledge. A person with an amateur interest in the arts Dilettante has such a negative meaning. Yet I have always considered myself a bit of a dilettante. I can be brutally honest when I need to. I dabble. I dabble without commitment or knowledge. This to me is not a bad thing.

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I went to a workshop this Friday on resist dyeing. Taught by the brilliant Faiqah Abrahams, it was a great deal of fun.  I tried out most of the techniques taught - folding, tie-dyeing, painting the wax, stamping, bleaching and using the tjanting tool. Here are a few of my efforts:

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Mutiny. (Title pages and endpapers of old books, masking tape, glue)

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I am a bit of a recycling nut, as you probably know. A few months ago friends from Swaziland brought me the sweetest little purse, recycled from a tetra milk carton. It was held shut by a rubber band, which unfortunately, after some vigorous openings and closings by moi, broke. The purse has since disappeared in the swamp that is my study and workroom. But luckily I had the foresight, before said

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Dead. But still beautiful. (Found in front of our house.)

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A few months ago I attended a one-day workshop on bookmaking and altered books. The 'altered book' portion of the workshop was a bit of a disappointment, I have to say. There I was, ready with my book and my paints and my scissors and my glue and the identity document photocopy we were asked to bring along, and all that happened was a long and rather pointless lecture on self-identity. Anyway, I

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On my last visit to the car boot sale I found a lady ...  and a unicorn ... Only the banners had been done (I've since done the unicorn and other bits and pieces.) I wonder how long it will take me? Perhaps a decade or two?

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This is the book I made earlier this year. I have now decided to use it. I prepared the pages with a wash of grey paint, with a tiny bit of silver. I decided on a tribute to Karl Blossfeldt. Each page will have a drawing of one of his photographs. Here is #1. (Blossfeldt Botanical journal: Acanthus mollis - black ink on

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Mr Darning Foot has been busy again. Yes, I know the last one doesn't really look like a boy, but it is. And there are now six boys. But they are all going to be put together in an interesting way, fear not. (Lesson: Never work on stretchy material.)

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Several times a week we get these little strips of paper in our mailbox. They are quite common in Cape Town. Sometimes neatly handwritten, sometimes typed or printed, they represent job applications.   I wish I could help each one. (South Africa's unemployment rate currently stands at about 25% (official figure). The unofficial figure is closer to 40%. More than 40% of young people

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Synchronicity is a wonderful thing. I bought some black beans a year ago, just because they looked so beautiful and shiny and black in their plastic packet. And black is my favourite colour, as you know. Not having had them before, and having no idea what to make with them, they languished in the cupboard.  So earlier this week I spotted the packet, lying lonely and sad and unused, and was

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I received this beautiful black crow, an original in watercolour, from Leenie of Sidetrips. It is so damn beautiful that I ordered another one! See here. Until it is framed, it will reside with some other birdy bits I have. (Origami bird folded by my youngest son, postcard of an artwork called Birdsong by Greta Matthews, installation of a bird on

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I folded some origami dresses. I may use them as invitations - I think I am just about ready for another tea party with the girls. No, dang, dump the tea, these days I need something stronger. I am going to have to hunt down Ms Whipping it Up, who has disappeared in a most distressing fashion, leaving behind her cake tins and rolling pins and that squirty injection

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The notebook cover I knitted some time ago has really been annoying me. It keeps on flapping all over the place and makes it impossible for me to carry it in my handbag. So I sewed a flap onto the front & back knitted covers to tuck in the notebook, and Mr Darning Foot stitched some doodles. Ask not about the stains on the fabric. It was my attempt at

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I learnt how to do a very basic type of momigami here. I prefer using oil rather than water, as it makes the paper soft and pliable. These pieces are made from the pages in a homeware advertising catalogue. The results are quite pretty - I may use it in a collage in my art journal, or maybe stitch it into a new fabric piece.  Have a great weekend, dear friends. Go and

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Thought I'd show you what I made from my piece of flat felt (apart from the leftover bits I used in my collage.) A lollipop flower brooch. (In an attempt to aesthetically mirror life's little setbacks, the right-hand leaf has been specially formed to portray a leaf the morning after a snail chomped through it. Okay, no, I am lying. That is the only bit of felt I

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Since seeing this on Karin Barbe's blog, I have developed somewhat of an obsession. I made a round one to patch my jeans, and then I kept going ...

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Finished this art journal page recently. I used my darning foot to sew on the pieces of flat felt. (I love you, Mr. Darning Foot!) Embedded are three quotes about hands and/or  handmade stuff - by Rilke, God & Douglas Coupland. Now who could ask for a better combination? (handmade: art journal page with magazine cutouts, tape, muslin, embroidery backing, handmade felt,

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I have not yet abandoned my Word of the Year. In fact, I have been merrily buying myself presents - probably to dull the pain of work. Here are two, purchased from informal traders in Simonstown. The creator of this little fellow sits near Boulders Beach, carving his animals. It is so cute, the head hangs from a small wire hook inside the body, and gently sways when you move it.

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C'mon now, admit it. You sleep with your teddy too. Have a relaxing weekend, dear friends!

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My most beloved and most beautiful boy turns 70 today. Happy Birthday, L'Usband!

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A useful trick I learnt in my mixed media class - you can print on Vylene by simply cutting it to A4 size, and taping it to the corners of an A4 sheet of paper, with the glue side facing down (to the A4 sheet). Feed through your printer as usual.  I photocopied my stitched artwork to try it out. Once printed, you can use it in a collage (if you use a thin Vylene,

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I am feeling a bit flat on this Friday, actually. But that is not what this post is about. It is about learning how to make a piece of flat felt. Although I did not make it on a Friday, but on a Tuesday, in my mixed media class. But I am sure you won't mind. Seeing that I am posting it on a Friday. Okay, so that is my heading all explained. It involves different layers of

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I am busy making a small patchwork - again using only scraps of fabric I already have. (For the first time I am using batting, which of course I did have to go out and buy.)  As you can see I am covering the entire piece with running stitch. Somehow I thought this was my own entirely unique idea, and then a friend told me about kantha. Oh well, nothing new under the sun, I

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Ha!!! I have discovered the secret of drawing with one's sewing machine - you have to have a special attachment called a darning foot, which allows you to twist and turn the fabric. (Of course this was a secret to no-one but me.) Anyway, once I realised this, I was off like a shot to the sewing machine shop, and got my darning foot. This is the result of my first

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Last week's mixed media class was about different surfaces, and working on them with watercolour pencils. I wanted strong, sharp lines for my faces, like a cartoon or comic, rather than a more realistic look. (I think I achieved comical rather than comic-like but nevermind. Let me not be too harsh a critic.) For inspiration I looked at a book of Faiyum mummy portraits.

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Some weeks ago I received the newest addition to my collection of zines - the creation of the fantastic editorofthatblog; "that" being Up and Down Town. I adore her work, absolutely adore it! What made this one even better is that I received with my zine a tiny envelope with stickers, which I promptly used to adorn some of the pages. Interactive art - what could be better? Here are a few pages to

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I made a small A5 fabric book to contain all the experiments I carried out for my first mixed media session. Here are some pages: Transfers with transfer glaze; stitching, and a nappy liner applique.. My first attempt at drawing something with my sewing machine. Colour experiment with fabric squares,

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I have been experimenting with bleach. In this first one I sprinkled ordinary household bleach straight from the bottle. And here I painted the bleach with a fine brush using a stencil for the letters. Might use this idea in one of my patchwork lappies, and/or my altered book. (I will maybe write more on the altered book later - it is in its

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Herbs just do not do well in my garden. Actually, few plants do. Apart from a thriving rosemary bush, everything else gets eaten by the snails, or burnt by the sea wind. And our garden does not get a lot of sun. Also, out of sight is out of mind, so plants in my care sometimes get ... hmmmm .... a little less water than they need.     Therefore I decided to grow my herb garden

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About 6 weeks ago I attended a book-making workshop, where we learnt to put together this triangular book. Triangles have never been one of my favourite shapes - they seems so sharp and pointy. An unfriendly shape. But I have to admit that as a book, it is rather lovely. Or maybe it is just the way the pages unfold from the centre that has captivated me. I haven't filled its pages yet, but I am

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A few weeks ago we took Snous to view Kevin Brand's new public sculpture installation on Sea Point Promenade. While I was trying to get Snous to pose with one of the white horses (there are five), L'Usband snapped this picture.   Snous was not too keen to pose, it has to be said. Perhaps she was afraid that she was going to have to wear a metal vuvuzela up her backside, like the

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I have seen lovely spoon jewellery on the Internet & elsewhere, and decided to make my own. Step 1: Buy an old spoon from the car boot sale. Step 2: Saw off the handle with a small metal saw and sand with sandpaper. Step 3: Drill a hole. Step 4: Stamp a word on it. Step 5: Add a bead or two.  Step 6:  Hang on a chain.

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I went to a mixed media art class yesterday. It was great fun. My art teacher was wonderful and inspirational. What was not such great fun is that I was given homework. At school I was an ace at homework. I always did my homework and  followed instructions to the letter and always got top marks for my efforts. Anyhow, because I do not know how to work with colour (by my own admission) I was given

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I have purchased quite a few little presents for myself over the past few months, but have had no time to post them yet. Most of them have been from markets and car boot sales. From the Easter Market a few months ago - this beautiful handmade ceramic mug. It looks like a largeish cup, but as it comes without a saucer, I think I am allowed to call it a mug.

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I truly didn't think this would work. It took a while before I saw roots ... and almost two months before I started seeing the first signs of a leaf ...  Put a sweet potato in a jar and fill with water until the water just touches the bottom of the sweet potato. Leave on a windowsill to get lots of light. Top up the water when needed.

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My goodness, I was quite shocked when people asked whether I actually wore my pink stamped tights. OF COURSE I wear them! But not to meetings with the publisher, I hasten to add.

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I usually dress in black or charcoal or brown. But when I go grocery-shopping, I need a bit of colour to make the experience more interesting. I have a load of colourful reusable grocery bags from Woollies - in lime, pink, sky blue, orange, red and (how did you guess?) brown and black. I used a bit of leftover felt to decorate this one. (The

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Not my own, alas, but a new artwork I purchased a few weeks ago. I am totally in love with it. (Disciple by Lindile Magunya, oil paint on old road sign.)

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I stamped a pair of pink tights using a rubber stamp and black fabric paint. It looks quite cool, I think.

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Dear Friends, I cannot wait to share this exciting news with you! I have discovered a fantastic new weight loss programme.  I have lost 3 kg so far. What is more, I even get PAID to do it! And it is so simple!! Here is how it works: Accept an editing project from publisher (name deleted). Make sure that the commissioning editor is (name deleted), and above all, insist that the

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Today is Africa Day! Happy Africa Day!! Today is my birthday! Happy Birthday!! Today we woke up with no water! Happy ... oh, well ... Good thing I had my Cupcake and Champagne on Sunday. (Cupcakes by Sweet Cillie's Cakery in Fishhoek; she makes the most divine cupcakes and New York cheesecake. There was a cheesecake too, but before I could take a picture, people

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I will be forever grateful to Kathrin of Annekata for showing me how to put in a zip. Here is my first ever garment with a zip. Wow. I am proud of myself. No really, I am! A skirt, with gathers nogal (a South Africanism, which kind of means " Who would have thought?") Now how is this for a masterpiece of invisibility? Ha! and another HA!!, Miss S. Now I must just learn how to do a waistband,

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(Embroidery thread, found exit pass, gyroscope, found plastic aeroplane, dinosaur, Miracle ink (but I haven't yet found out what is miraculous about it), small stamp pad, Zam-Buk salve (I grew up on it), malachite pendant I won 30 years ago, bead and wire ring, office stamp pad, green glitter glue, broken wing of bird made in China, wooden letter, shwe-shwe embroidered brooch.)

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I am waiting for the translator to send the first modules of the last book. I am waiting for the courier to bring the last changes to  the second book. I am waiting for the typesetter to send me the first pages of the first modules of the middle book. A lot of waiting, and the best thing to do while waiting is bake cookies. (Here we call them biscuits, but nevermind.) I had a tub of creme

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(Paint, pens, magazine cutouts, newspaper photos, letter punched tag, transparency, envelope bits, flower decorations)

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I clean forgot to post a picture of my desktop on Friday! I will post my real desktop again, and not my computer desktop. This time I decided to focus on just a small part of what is currently on my desktop, and as usual, I will be brutally honest - no rearranging or prettifying. Other desktops can be found at Nathalie etcetera.

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(Chalk pastel, hair elastics, ribbon, small earth globe, grandma's beads (restrung by my Suzi T), small turquoise stone found at the Scratch Patch, weird big beaded ring, plastic doll's shoe, bottle top, plastic propeller, tiny piece of indian cotton cloth, scissors, old Turkish cigarette tin, found piece of porcelain, 'B is for Blue' wooden letter)

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I have a bit of an obsession with stitching and paper. Herewith my newest endeavour: stitching quotations in books. I have used a folded book for this one.  The quotation is a very true observation about life - do you know what the quotation is?

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I made this necklace from fabric bits, added a bit of embroidery and buttons and an Indian bead, and punched out a tag for it, which says  "memory". (Boy, I am having such fun with that letterpunch set!) The string was crocheted painstakingly and took me ages to do. Well, okay, that is not quite true, but I like to exaggerate a little. Have a great weekend, everyone! (I think you should put on a

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(paint brush, felting wool, plastic pen cap, 1950s earring, measuring cup, pencil, felt tip pen, lid opener, vintage buttons, beading pliers, found plastic piece, embroidery yarn, bottle cap, wine container cardboard, indicator light plastic, plastic rose ring)

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Got this at a car boot sale recently. It is great, let me tell you! In addition to stabbing (with a felting needle) and ripping (paper), I can now hammer my frustrations away. This was my first attempt. Made from tin cut from a cooldrink can with tin snippers and folded over with pliers. Good news - the maths development is finished, apart from a final look I need to take when it has been

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  (plastic reindeer, paint pen, plastic cone, part of gyroscope, plastic cow, paper clip, stapler, packet of needles, cardboard strip, car fuse, paper ribbon toy from Tate Modern, plastic reindeer, thumb tack, toy truck, wooden letter, felt tip pen)

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Nathalie and others are showing their desktops once a month on the 15th, and I am joining them this month. My laptop's desktop is pretty boring, so I thought I would show my real desktop instead. In case you are wondering, it is a little neater than usual as I haven't started working yet. In the foreground you see my desk lamp, a dictionary (the others are all on

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I like blogs with BIG pictures. All I wanted was more space for my pictures, so I clicked some buttons and now I have this. The words are too small. And my header now looks funny. I guess I can fix it when I have more time. And I was hoping that the existing pictures on the old posts would magically resize. (They didn't.) And the text wraps funny. And the side bar looks odd. But here is a nice

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A pair of pink shoes is just what you need to brighten up your week. A present to myself, in honour of my Word for the Year. And perfect with a pair of jeans. I love Tsonga shoes - I wore a pair of their black Mary Janes for 8 years until they finally wore through - literally. I also own two pairs of their chunky suede boots - one black, and one a funny kind

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I was amused to find an old project in a stack of papers this weekend. I started this collage triptych at a time when I was working full-time, studying towards another degree, and raising three boys. None of which I did with great distinction, I have to add. I can only guess at my mood at the time of making this. It was probably laundry day (Saturday), as triangles of lint

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Forgive me if I confess that the title of my post kind of describes how I feel. Having the blues. Feeling grey. In a black hole. Under the weather. Snowed under. Not real snow, which I would love to see one day, as most of you know, but the kind of snow that consists of hundreds and hundreds of white pages. Filled with words, obviously. Which means they are not really white

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This journal page was created in response to an excellent series of interviews that Willemien Brümmer had with HIV-positive patients - published in Die Burger. In many cases HIV-positive women are left by their husbands or partners after contracting "The Sickness". Accused of "bringing The Sickness into the house", these single mothers have to fend for themselves and their

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I've bought myself another present. Honestly, I'm very serious about my word for the year - I strive to be always present in the moment and thinking of possible presents. I just couldn't resist this clever bucket stool by  Pedersen and Lennard. Very sturdy, comfy, and you can lift the lid to reveal  storage space. How clever is that?!

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The girls came for tea a few days ago. And my dear friend Ms Whipping It Up brought  the most delicious lemon meringue pie - honestly, I have never eaten one so good. Ms Whipping It Up is a woman of many talents and accomplishments, but the most important one to me (and my stomach) is that she is a pastry chef extraordinaire. Properly trained and all that. Now when will she bake her next pie? I

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I am knitting up a storm. Can you tell that I'm stressed? (Work, and some decisions to make.) At least with my new book, I can knit interesting things, instead of  the long rectangles of the past, which I invariably labelled "scarves" and proudly  presented to husband and sons as gifts (to their horror, I suspect, which they bravely concealed. The horror that is, not the scarves. Well, perhaps

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I have finished my 2nd knitting project from this book - a notebook cover. I also handmade the notebook that I sewed into the cover. Actually, the pattern is not very practical - the front and back covers flap open - so it is not something you can just pop into your handbag. Next time I'll adapt the pattern (make it wider) and fold the left and right sides over to sew pockets into which I can

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One of my creative projects this year is to draw a tiny (6cm x 6cm max) illustration in my tiny moleskine diary of an aspect of my day. Here are some recent ones. I am not sure how long I will keep this up. I remember trying it before, and it only lasted five days. At least I am on Day 14 now. Yay! I beat my own record. Have a lovely weekend, everyone. Go beat a

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Work has reared its ugly head and once again I'm swamped with words. Words, words, words. So many words! I am quite tired of them. However, I do try to live up to my word for the year and be present in the moment (of editing, in this case), but every now and then I escape and spend time doing something else. Via annekata I found these divine vessels by Sylvia Marius (click on the Made By Hand

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What is better than ice-cold watermelon on a hot* summer's day? Not much, I think. *We are experiencing a minor heat wave in Cape Town. And no wind.

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Last year I chose 'bold' as my word. Well, I did not always act boldly, but I am getting better, I think. This year I choose 'presence'. Not 'presence' as in 'imposing', but presence as in 'being present'. Here, now, in the moment, paying attention, taking in and living each experience as fully as possible. Bringing something of myself to each experience and encounter. Less multitasking; less

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Oh my goodness - I ended 2010 with a post about dishcloths. I will certainly have to be more eloquent and insightful with my first post of 2011. We had a little party - L'Usband & Snous & I. I switched on every string of fairy lights I have; we looked at the sky as the last light of the sun coloured the clouds; we drank champagne. I put on some jazz and Snous and I danced a little. We watched

Anairamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626269831496499230noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449061334205167193.post-71536748135673125292010-12-29T17:52:00.001+02:002011-03-12T16:26:33.386+02:00

One of the prezzies my sons gave me for Xmas is this lovely book:  I have just completed one of the projects - a dishcloth. I tripled up the 100% unbleached cotton yarn to get a chunkier look. Rather yummy, I think. Actually, I don't think I will use it to wash the dishes just yet ...

Anairamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626269831496499230noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449061334205167193.post-51603418103456958782010-12-25T09:08:00.001+02:002011-03-12T16:33:47.021+02:00

The gammon is finished. The chicken is finished. The last lick of Xmas trifle has been licked. ... burp ... So all that remains for me is to wish you a ...  Yappy Xmas, everybody! xxx Snous and Anairam.

Anairamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626269831496499230noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449061334205167193.post-25267202018361989482010-12-22T19:10:00.002+02:002011-06-23T18:14:42.433+02:00

I dare you to say that fast. Hahahahaha!!!!!! See, I told you! This is my newest effort. Using the pojagi method and a bit of decorative stitching, I made this quiilt ... ... and now use it to cover a cushion on a low stool in my livingroom. The different fabrics I used have special meaning for me - one is a piece of cloth given to me by a lovely friend

Anairamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08626269831496499230noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5449061334205167193.post-57887572962551054022010-12-20T23:34:00.001+02:002011-03-20T08:15:23.796+02:00

For Part I see here. For Part II see here. For Part III see here. And now Part IV, in which the issue of balls is once again uppermost in our characters' minds ...  

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