Frazzy Dazzles

More pattern nutting out. I intended this to be a mouse. Only I think that it is now part mouse, part kangaroo! I am not too concerned. It is the first draft of a pattern. I am happy that it came together this well actually. I wasn’t putting a lot of thought into the pattern. It was just one of those sitting at the kitchen table jobs. Obviously I didn’t concentrate very much or it would have looked more like a mouse!

The tail is too thick and curly and the face is very kangaroo like. As are the ears. No I think maybe the ears are were a bit giraffe like until I tacked them down at the sides to see what they would look like flatter! Maybe it is a marsupial mouse-giraffe? Maybe it has worked out exactly as it should and I am just looking at it all wrong! Naaah, I think it really does need a lot more work. I will just have to make sure I don’t put it into the too hard basket!

On a lighter note. Today is the birthday of one of my truest friends…

Happy Birthday Lez. I hope that you have the most wonderful day. Even though I won’t be with you I will be thinking of you and wishing I could have a birthday cuppa with you.

Happy Birthday! from everyone in my little family (but especially me!)

I have been making the basics of this pattern for a little while now. When I drew it up I was thinking babies bedrooms and lots of pretty things. The originals were very sedate little bunnies….innocuous might be a word for them. They were pleasing to the eye but the thing that they lacked was child safety! I swear I am a good mother! I swear! They had buttons for their eyes and I don’t think I want to put them out anymore with that hazzard present. So this weekend they got a massive re-write and I came up with these…

These ones are somewhat lacking in stuffing! They are fresh from being turned out and sitting on my work bench….with a little feeding up they become these…as usual there has to be a girl…

and a boy…

I have to apologise for the lighting in the photographs. It is a dreary old Autumn day here and it is about as good as it is going to get!

 

I am thinking about calling them weary wabbits and I think the reason is clear. I think my husband thinks that they have had a big night out abusing substances! But my thoughts were that they were tired and ready to go to bed! It is strange how different people get completely different ends of the stick isn’t it?

Anyway. They kept me busy for the weekend. There are six on my work table as we speak. I just need to decide what to do with them now! I am thinking about etsy. If I get some time today I will look into it. But for now I am carrying a lot of guilt over leaving my family to fend for themselves over the weekend while I played wabbits….so I am off to clean some things…lots of things actually!

Have a great Monday!

I think I told you that I went to a textiles fair at a local school last weekend. There were a lot of things that I would never think of doing. A lot of manipulating raw materials and being a big part in the making of the materials that you then go on to use in your creations. The knitters and weavers skills were truly amazing!

There was a LOT of felters there. They were felting ‘wearable art’ in my opinion. The most amazing hats, scarves, skirts and accessories. I just found it so inspiring. I might have found it more inspiring if I could have concentrated a little harder…but it was difficult with the Little Bush Princess begging me to take her outside to play on the equipment she kept catching glimpses of out of the windows! But I soldiered on.

I bought this round of vibrantly coloured merino wool. Mainly for it’s visual appeal because I have noooo idea how to use it! Ha!

Maybe that might be something I write on my to do list.

This is my Pop. Isn’t he handsome? You don’t have to answer that I know that he is.

Today is Anzac Day. It is a day of high emotion for me. I always feel like I have to keep all that I hold dear to me, near to me today.

My Pop was a signal man stationed in Papua New Guinea. He did what I couldn’t do and left his family to journey to another country. To fight in a war that I am not sure he ever believed in. He enlisted prior to war breaking out because he could see what was coming and he didn’t want to be rifle fodder on some cold beach somewhere. He joined and learned a skill that made him valuable and he came home.

And today to honour the fact that he went to war our little Golden Child marched in our town’s Anzac Day March. He wore both my grandfathers medals and the medals that my husband Grandfather earned during wartime.

He looked as handsome as his Grandfather standing here in the Autumn leaves. He is a gentle child just like Pop. I see Pop in him every day…it’s just today it makes me cry. Because my Pop isn’t here to see what a wonderful boy he is.

 They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget

I have been thinking that it was time that frazzy dazzles had an identity that was something other than a close up of my button collection!

Maybe it was time to crack open the water colours, check that they haven’t turned to dust and have a bit of a paint.

To me the frazzy dazzles identity needs to be made up of bees and stars. How about this for a bee?