24 December 2012

Fourth light of advent

Fourth light of advent

The fourth light of advent
It is the light of man
The light of love, the light of truth
To give and understand

22 December 2012

17 December 2012

third light of advent

third light of advent

The third light of advent
It is the light of beasts
The light of truth that we can see
In greatest and in least.

15 December 2012

11 December 2012

knitted brown things and other happenings

Clapotis, wrapping and posting off.

Am I the last person on the planet to knit the famous Clapotis? It's deservedly popular as the finished garment is delightfully airy and delicate yet warm, but my it's a tedious knit. Knit on and on. Then give yourself a nervous breakdown dropping many many stitches on purpose. That bit felt really very wrong.

Anyway the brown clap should be on the other side of the world by now, hopefully wrapped around a pair of shoulders in a loving embrace. Well, something like that. I hope she likes it.

With the leftover yarn, I knitted myself a teeny little brown thing.

Cladonia completed

A Cladonia. It's very small and rather elegant and was a lot of fun to knit. I see a few more of these in my future, although maybe a little larger for more wrappage.

Then I managed to sneak in a brief 24 hours of craft camp.

Quiet moment

Do not be beguiled by the apparent serenity this photo implies. This room was a hive of industry from early morn to late at night. (Also, laughter, wine, chocolate, cheese etc).

And then I pointed the car back in the direction of Melbourne for the biggest lad's Year 12 Students & Parents Graduation Dinner.

These young people are a very special and tightly bonded bunch, and this was the very last time they would all be together as a unit. They entered the school hall (to tears and applause from the parents and teachers and a didgeridoo accompaniment) looking so grown up, each nonchalantly clutching their glass of champagne and walking tall, the girls in long glamorous dresses and Up-dos, the boys in their suits.

class 12 graduation dinner

When the teachers and parents surprised them at the end of the dinner and speeches with a song (Stand by Me), they spontaneously rose and put their arms around each other. It was at that point that I dissolved in floods of tears. (This is the group who, on their final day of school last month, presented the school with a film they'd made, featuring among other things a Gangnam Style parody, tributes to teachers and a rat-infested couch, and a magnificent finale in which one of the boys flew his remote controlled aeroplane fitted with a video camera, high up over the school oval on which the class had arranged themselves to form the words THANK YOU. See? Special. And technologically innovative).

Next week they get their final exam results and move onto the next chapter.

I'm a bit wrung out.

9 December 2012

Second Sunday of Advent

The second light of advent  It is the light of plants Plants reach up to the light and in the breezes dance

The second light of advent
It is the light of plants.
Plants reach up to the sun
And in the breezes dance.

3 December 2012

First light of Advent

First light of advent

The first light of Advent,
It is the light of stones.
Stones that live in crystals,
Seashells and bones.

14 November 2012


Essay time.

There's been an awful lot of paperwork going on at our place. A final essay for my penultimate university subject, now thankfully lodged. Due at 5.00pm the other night, I uploaded it at precisely 4.58pm.

Son #1 is in the middle of Year 12 exams. He had four last week, one today, and has two more on Friday and then he is finished with school for ever. For ever. I can't quite get my head around that.

Ready for the rest of his life

The last day at school was joyful but teary as the whole school celebrated and farewelled the class.


There are only about 40 or so of them, and they're a tight knit bunch. Some of them have been together since they were four years old; others like my lad joined the class for the high school part of the journey.

They decorated the school with yarn (they are good Steiner offspring, after all)


and sculpture.



They held hands and walked through all the classrooms, retracing their own journey through the school, visiting the younger children and receiving little gifts from each class.


Then they entered the assembly hall through a floral arch and were each crowned with a floral garland made by the Class 11s.

Speeches were made, tears were shed, a poem was recited and a song was sung.


Finally it was time for photographs and hugs, before setting off for swot vac, then exams, then the next chapter of their lives.

Edited to add: the history exam my lad sat today? Featured a giant robot, apparently. Read all about it here.

14 October 2012

I had lots to tell you.

I wrote a long post complete with a dozen photos and Blogger boggled it.

So here is just one thing for you. My big lad, playing Bach's Partita in D minor, as part of his VCE recital. It's the pointy end of the year.

18 September 2012

knitting news

A few updates in between typing up quotes for my husband (tradesman type quotes, not inspirational quotations twaddle as found on the likes of Pinterest).

Knit Red

This is the book I was perusing when I was rudely interrupted by an echidna. Have you seen it? It's a collaboration between Jimmy Beans Wool and a slew of knitting designers old and new, to promote awareness of heart disease. There is a range of connected industry events and associated products to buy that help support the campaign, and I thought I read somewhere that a percentage of each book sold is donated as well, but for the life of me I can't find that information now so maybe I made that bit up. Anyway it's a good cause so worth supporting, right? Also, it has some fantastic projects in it, including Jared Flood's famous Druid Mittens, and a gorgeous cowl necked chunky cardigan tunic thing by Gudrun that went straight into my Ravelry queue. Look through the book here.

Madeline Tosh Merino Light 3 x skeins of 'Fig'

Gorgeous gorgeous yarn! I bought these at Purl Soho in New York in July (how I love saying that) - Madeline Tosh Merino Light fingering weight singles of deliciousness. Three skeins which are in the process of becoming ...

Clapotis in progress

a 'thank you' clapotis. Dropping those stitches is strangely satisfying although unnerving. Looking forward to finishing this and seeing the final effect.

Madeline Tosh Merino Light

And I couldn't go to Purl without purchasing a little souvenir for myself, could I? Three skeins of the very same yarn in a dusty mauvey purple colour which will become a summer weight cardigan. Either Kyuu, Vitamin D or Celery, I can't decide.

Garter yoke cardi

I finally finished the blue Garter Yoke Cardigan, did I tell you? I took the opportunity to photograph it last weekend at craft camp. This is also from Madeline Tosh although it's worsted weight 'Vintage' this time. I am fast becoming a MadTosh groupie. The cardigan has been deemed a huge success and I've worn it constantly this winter. Definitely a pattern to recommend. Cardi ravelled here if you need the details.

Eldest's Rikke modelled by Youngest.

A hat for the eldest son, modelled by the youngest son. The cardigan took four full skeins but I had to break into a fifth just for a few yards to cast off, so I used the remainder of the skein for a hat. Due to not having the required amount of yarn I had to shorten the hat slightly but not by much, and although it's large on the wee model, it fits the eighteen year old perfectly. He even wears it.


Rikke ravelled here.

New dress #craftcamp

Finally, a dress made at craft camp. I also made another dress, just like this one only slightly shorter and in a heavy weight black denim which I have worn over charcoal pants several times already. I'm looking forward to wearing this lightweight version in the warmer weather. Speaking of which, here's some Spring for your viewing pleasure.


12 September 2012

We interrupt the holiday snaps

for a little wildlife.

ECHIDNA! OUTSIDE MY FRONT DOOR! Doing that whole 'I can't see you therefore I am invisible' thing.



I was sitting outside with a cup of tea and a new knitting book yesterday morning in the brand new still-a-novelty Spring sunshine (no work as i had an afternoon of medical appointments lined up for Son#2 who is having surgery next week) when i heard a loud rustling a few feet away, halfway up the steps. Closer inspection revealed this little fellow pretending to be invisible.

Poked his snout out for an instant

I sat still on the steps and after a while he poked his snout out for a brief moment. Small excitements!

An hour or so later as we left the house he was still there but had dug into the earth and covered himself almost completely with dirt and leaves. When we came home that afternoon the only evidence of his visit was an echidna-sized hole by the steps, which cleared up the mystery of who is responsible for the similarly sized holes we regularly see dotted about the garden.

Next up, either knitting news, The Cloisters, or Part I of Barns of Idaho: an occasional series. I'm undecided.

11 September 2012

the high line

Some more shots from NYC, this time of the High Line. I savoured every minute of this fabulous urban park / grass roots community project / ultimate recycling success. I took rather a lot of photos of it too. Dear Sue was ever so patient with me as I wandered slowly along, exclaiming every step of the way.

























You can read about the High Line here.