- Finally made it to week 400!
- Cast on a jumper for E, chosen by her, and with the intention of making a mini version for her cousin so they can be matching.
- This week I went to some leadership training at work. It was good - covered “situational leadership” which I hadn’t come across before. As per usual, my unquenchable desire to be the teacher’s pet came through despite my knowing that this is not a likeable quality.
- The session was compered by a comedian who had some jokes about RM that got a laugh out of me at least, and he was accompanied by a woman on a keyboard who played music throughout the break-out sessions where we discussed various situations and applicable styles.
- My book-binding project continues. I did a(nother) test print of week 100, but when it arrived it was (a) too many pages imo and (b) the font size was too big, making it look a bit too much like a kids book. Both of these problems do not require a test print to determine, I could have just had a little think and realised that without wasting my own time and money. However - that’s not really how I roll so. Even though the book is not quite right, I used it as an opportunity to practice some book binding techniques that I will need later.
- Since last week was week 399, I decided to wait until week 400 was published before sending everything to the printers in one go. In the waiting week I found a load more minor grievances with how the books were laid out, all of which I think I’ve now fixed. At this stage I might as well do it properly.
- I finished a pair of socks. 68 sts cast on, my fave cuff (picot). Used yarn from daughter of a shepherd which I find a bit too itchy for anything other than socks, but I am a massive baby about itchy fibres so ymmv. The green is some leftovers from from the first pair of socks I ever made.
- I also managed to get my fizziest kombucha yet. And I bunged a load of grated ginger in there too, which made it even more delicious.
- These four letter four word cross stitched squares are so pleasing (via denise)
- I wonder if I could do some about the kids:
- THEY KISS YOUR FACE
- THEY GRAB YOUR NOSE
- THEY HOLD YOUR HAND
- THEY TAKE YOUR FOOD
- Or for the parents:
- THEY WIPE YOUR ARSE
- THEY FOLD YOUR TOPS
- THEY COMB YOUR HAIR
- THEY PLAY YOUR GAME
- On Saturday we went to see the children’s parade, which is where children from all of the schools in the local area parade through the town with giant sculptures about a book chosen by the school. It was very impressive to see what the schools had built and as always I enjoyed watching the kids from Christ’s Hospital in their utterly bonkers 460 year old school uniform. (Breeches! Mustard yellow woolen knee socks! A frock coat! A cravat!)
- After the parade we went to the beach. I spotted an area with not many people in it and headed there but on arrival saw that that was because it was strewn in litter. C and I sat at the edge of the large litter patch while we waited for Lachie and E to get ice creams. While I waited I observed loads of people comment on the litter patch as they walked through it or around it. Eventually it occurred to me that I could get a bin liner from one of the beach front bars and actually do something about all the mess. So I drove my San Miguel Zero into the pebbles and headed to the Fortune o’ War bar. When I got back to the beach with my bin liner and started picking up all of the rubbish loads of other people started to join in, and after about 10 minutes I had fully filled the (very large!) bin liner, so I went back for a second. After about 20 minutes the beach area was looking pretty good and I was able to relax.
- Lachie said it was a “thing of beauty” watching everybody jump up and start putting litter in the bag. He was sat with our stuff eating an ice cream of course so could only observe.
- On Saturday I spent a relaxing evening sorting my collection of envelope privacy patterns. I used a scalloped cutter to take a sample of each envelope and laid them out in a pleasing arrangement. I’ll probably frame them? And then when people come over I’ll be able to say “you must come and see my collection of envelope privacy patterns through here… you’ve hardly touched your home brewed kombucha?”
- We went to see Michael Rosen and MC Grammar on Sunday. This is my favourite Michael Rosen poem about his brother (Dr Brian Rosen, Paleontologist)
