Melbourne was a blast. Caught up with old friends and new ones. Went to Rose Street Markets, one of the highlights (thanks Fran and Em). Footy at the Dome on Friday night, I had a blast. Lots of yummy french toast at Babka, delicious yum cha at the Oriental Tea House (recommend it), lunch at Segovia and Mart. There was Big Brother contestant spotting on Chapel Street as well as RocKwiz hostess spotting on Brunswick Street. Obligatory chocolate shopping at Haigs. A little bit of crafty shopping at Martas, first visit for me. Overwhelming especially when you’re shopping with two very patient non-knitters. I managed to do some damage and buy some slubby.
There has been crafting, just no photography. Finished the multidirectional diagonal scarf, excellent pattern for Big Kureyon. Also finished The Son’s scarf, lovely if I do say so myself. I have a couple of kitties in the works and am at the point of considering which of my STR sockclub socks I want to cast on. I also bought Cat Bordhi’s latest sock book. Holy moly that woman is amazing. I’m also participating in the muslin bag swap and need to get moving.
Thanks for all the comments on the last post. I think I’ll just become the little puffer train…."I think I can, I think I can….", hmm maybe it should be changed to "I know I can, I know I will". LOL. Anyhow, happy crafting!
Earlier this week I resigned from my 5.5 year old job. Bloody hard.There’s the part of me that knows it’s time to move on to something new and stretch myself, then there’s the scaredy cat part that wants to stay where I currently am because it’s safe and comfy and well worn. So I resigned and then I had the guilts (mourning, Gillian called it) and now I’m somewhere in between. Yes, I have a new position, bigger design studio, more responsibility and a more concentrated less "Jill of all trades" sort of roll. But I looked in my hearts and decided I need to jump. I’m jumping. In four weeks, new job, new people, new stuff. Just tell my stomach it’s ok and to stop flipping all over the place! I figured to keep me on the straight and narrow I’d ask Gillian to mentor me and she’s agreed, so I’m giving myself the best chance possible to succeed. You ever get that feeling that "they’ll" find out you’re a fraud? LOL Yep that’s the feeling.
Friday The Son and I are flying over to Melbourne for a whirlwind 3 day weekend. Footy at the Telstra Dome on Friday night. Hoping that on Friday afternoon I can go here to shop at Camper and Spacecraft, sssh haven’t told The Son yet. One night here, breakfast with lovely Fran and Emma, then spending time with a dear friend that I haven’t seen for a couple of years. Gonna have french toast at Babka and wander Brunswick St, maybe go to this. Any other recommendations from you crafty Victorians?
Crafty wise. Well knitting’s about it at the moment. I’ve been working on a pressie for T-Roy. Very cool pattern using short rows, Multidirectional Diagonal Scarf. Oh and Al’s selling a very sweet knitted baby top pattern, you know the one with the gorgeous fabric panel, go on over and check it out.
A.K.A. introducing two tabby’s to one household, 5 year old Spud and 16 year old Esme.
So far this is the plan…
Set up a room for the new old cat with her own litter box, scratching pole, bed and food. She’s gotta be comfortable because she’s going to be spending a week at the "kitty spa" in this room.
Go to your local
cat drug supplier vet and spend an awful lot on feline facial pheromones.
We picked up "The Es" or "Es the Les" or "The Loaf" as she’s often referred to, from her nannas. Brought her into the house in her carrier and put her into the spare bedroom in her carrier. We let Spud "discover" her, have a sniff. Es wasn’t too pleased, little hissing which is fair enough. Spud was nowhere near as aggressive as I thought he might be.
We then got Spud out of the room, let Es out of her carrier, gave her some cuddles and then left her to it. She’s going to spend the week in this room. In the evenings we’re letting her out whilst we’re there to supervise. So far so good. Well The Es isn’t too pleased, lots of growling and hissing but no smacking. Spud’s hissed a bit but mainly I think he wants to play with her. He keeps charging her and then stopping just as he gets close. Cheeky bugger.
We’re doing a lot of rubbing them both and spreading each other’s cat stink on the other. So send us happy communal feline wishes. No pics yet, but I will. Es is very sweet and in extremely good nick for an old gal.