Forty-Eight And Counting

I celebrated my birthday last week.  I am twenty-one again, multiplied by two and add six as my son who’s a stickler for accuracy kindly pointed out.

I was the grateful recipient of many kind and thoughtful gifts.

I, like my hero Kaffe Fasset, have a passion for the cabbage.  In one of my favourite books, ‘Glorious Interiors’ by the colour king himself; he pays homage to this humble leafy vegetable using various mediums such as needlepoint and rag rugs  not to mention a vast china collection, which he devotes to an entire dining room elevating it’s modest profile to the realms of art.

 I on-the-other-hand, content myself with this glorious bouquet of roses and unassuming cabbages, the latter do rather steal the show I think.

My fibre cache was further expanded with the addition of some silk dupion and satin in wonderful deep lake and teal shades.  I would like to note that although I adore all colours I do have a particular soft spot for green, which is obvious to everyone but me.  It’s rather mystifying, although I don’t wear it I like looking at it; maybe it’s because it works as a perfect foil for all other colours.

I was also treated to several balls of Rowan Kid Classic yarn in natural tones, the perfect combination of lamb’s wool, kid mohair and polyamide for softness, luxury, warmth and durability.  The only problem I have is deciding what to do with them.

To the unsung champions of the needlewoman’s tool box; I cannot emphasize enough the importance of working with quality equipment and sharp tools; as this can be reflected in the overall result your work.  Therefore, I was delighted with this package replenishing my ever dwindling supplies of notions.  I am completely fascinated with little packets of this and that, I could and do spend hours in haberdashery departments the length and breadth of the land.

Instead of the usual chores I frivolously decided to spend my day on idle pleasures and added some distinguishing features to these little guys.

It may be hard to tell in this photo but I was trying to create a suitable face for a possible Father Christmas doll.  As it stands the hair and beard are obvious issues that need adjusting to fit the stereotype.

The challenge with this little man was achieving equal sideburns, which was incredibly difficult.  I shall have to give some serious thought to a replicable and a secure method for attaching facial hair that is equal to the wigs I make; which  I am sure is going to cause a few bad heads.

 I had a great day spent doing what I love with the people I love and consuming a great deal of chocolate cake, which incidentally my son made, no mean feat when you consider I don’t do dairy.

Finally, I would like to wish anyone else who is celebrating this week a 'Happy Birthday'.