Again with the long absence here...You know the saying about the road to hell being paved with good intentions? ...turns out I am quite the bricklayer!
Whilst my beloved Nina only finally got unpacked on Friday after 9 long weeks, I have managed to eek out a little crafty time in between unpacking boxes. I made knitted, felted slippers for Cole and Immy out of some delicious alpaca that has been patiently waiting its turn in my stash. Dead easy, and so much fun. Rather than rejigging one of my baby and toddler knitted slipper patterns to their size, I took a shortcut and used a great pattern, Duffers Revisited - it was nice to get straight to the making without the calculations and the mental angst of whether it will work first time...It's a great pattern, and the resulting slippers knit up super quick and easy, and are so well designed.
I'm happy to report that since these photos were taken, the remaining slippers have been felted (I just throw them in my front loader with a load of laundry - a couple of towels are particularly good - for a load at 30 degrees C, then into the dryer...I did the whole process twice) and are seen daily on feet around here. They are so comfy and squishy...and in need of a coat of latex on the soles since they are monumentally excellent for sliding down hallways on (what could possibly go wrong...) Actually, these slippers made me rather envious and wanty for my own pair, which got me thinking...
In the meantime though, Cole and Immy have requested embroidery and embellishments on their slippers (I think the neutral colours were a little anti climactic for them!) so I guess I had better hop to it.I was hoping to get a shot of these on actual feet, but then figured seeing them at all might be a turn up for the books around here, ha!
And because you know I can't help myself, I made a few baby sized slippers too, adapting a pattern I developed for BahaCoca baby slippers. Just a bit cute if I do say so myself!
There's a new sport in the house...and BMX racing requires a full face helmet. A very excited little man wore his new helmet all the way home in the car...which made for some great amusement amongst the other people at the petrol station. I had to let them know it was not in response to how he felt about my driving skills!
I think memories of moving are a bit like childbirth-induced amnesia...after the fact you have a vague recollection of it being decidedly unrelaxing and not particularly enjoyable, but you fail to recall any of the gory details that might stop you from doing it again...
But I digress. We're in the new place (hooray!) and it is feeling like home. The war of attrition against cardboard packing boxes is continuing, interspersed with trips down the road to enjoy our gorgeous neighbours. There is a gang of about 20 of them who live in the bush around the billabong less than 300m from our place...how cool is that?!? And we are still new enough to Oz that we drop everything when the roos are about, much to the mirth of our native (human) neighbours!
Cole and Imogen turned 7 on Thursday. My babies. Seven. Mind Blown. The day was celebrated with much love and joy...and two ridiculously, deliciously excited little people!
Everyone should have a candle in their porridge on birthday mornings....
(she looks so old here!!!)
The excitement continues unabated, culminating in a birthday party at a gorgeous local nature reserve tomorrow. Much making and baking and cooking and crafting has occurred. (I will post all about it, promise. Just no promises as to when, haha!)
And just in case that wasn't enough for now, we are knee deep in packing boxes. Yep, we're on the move again, though this time just 10kms away instead of to another country (hooray!). We move next Saturday. We got confirmation of a house to move to this last Wednesday. That's a total of 10 days. And a birthday party in the middle. Can you say manic? Ahem. It's our doing really, but I do think all those massive moves over the years have been forcibly repressed in my memory, making me think these sorts of things are straightforward and easy. I am feeling a tiny bit overwhelmed. It will pass. The great news is that the new place is fantastic - a perfect fit for us, with just as much house, but more space outside than our current postage stamp yard. And a pool. squee! So things are going to be even busier than usual for the next week or so, but I do miss this little corner of my world, and will hurry back soon...
This gorgeous wee bundle of fluff is the newest addition to our wee family. We picked him up last week from a shelter after Cole had started making noises that he was ready to think about another kitten. Ginger Ninja (beware the naming rights of 6yo boys, ha!) is such a happy, sociable, friendly, energetic little guy, and has slotted right in here - as Immy has told her brother several times over the past week *you definitely picked the right kitten, Coley!*
He is tiny - only just 9 weeks now - but boy is there plenty of personality crammed in there, and he purrs like a tractor...
We are all quite besotted with him, and even Cookie - who spent the first 4 days utterly terrified of the little guy - has come around and will play with him a bit...before retreating to the kids' beds where ginger can't yet reach! (And fear not, Cookie has been getting plenty of love and attention as well as the *the orange one with white around the edges!*)
Oh life. We've had rather a lot of it lately. Almost all good - I hasten to add - but it does rather impact on one's ability to report about said life, when one is busy living it! (One does rather love to refer to oneself as one...it makes one feel rather grand, and not at all like one is sitting here in one's pj's, ha!)
This guy - in the pic he is just finishing an insane multisport event a few weeks ago (in a very respectable time, I might add!) - celebrated his birthday last week. Well, his fake one, anyway. D is now officially 13 1/4. Woot! The real celebration though comes this weekend - Neil Young and Crazy Horse are playing at one of the local vineyards, and D is more than a tiny bit excited to go and see the master!
Oh, and the event? A 1500m ocean swim, 30km mountain bike, 9km paddle and 12 km run. Seriously. And all this 1 week after a mid-length triathlon, and with a couple of injuries that had me doubting his ability to finish either.AND just a few short days before blowing out 53 candles!!! He's pretty awesome, that guy. Completely nuts, but awesome nuts! A belated happy birthday, Crash!
...is there's never just one. These little cuties were made for some favourite people, to pop in with their Christmas love. Immy insisted on determining which bunny was for whom, and how each bunny's ears should be -so some are tacked down whilst others are pert and alert. They're about 4" excluding their ears, with linen bodies and teeny floral ears, felt tails, embroidered faces and a wee love heart to remind the recipient how we feel (Immy also imbued them with snuggles!)
And they make me smile.
And I'm starting to get in trouble that the additional bunny I promised to make for my own special girl hasn't yet materialised. oops.