To The Tower!

As soon as Royal Wedding fever kicked in, I was knitting furiously. Admittedly it was not my original idea. I was dribbling my way through Amazon. You know the score...if you bought this...you may like THIS! Damned right. I nearly spilt my tea (Earl Gray of course, although the Queen prefers Darjeeling). I digress. I stumbled upon a Knit Your Own Royal Wedding book by Fiona Goble. (Heaven).

All in all it took me about 6 weeks to fill up my office shelf with footmen, corgis, The A B of C, D of E, Q (herself) Wills, Harry, PC and CP-B, and of course the lovely Kate.

My Royal Wedding commemorative mug had arrived the previous week, so I was all set. Of course I had to go off pattern from early on. I wired their little fuzzy bodies so they are fully bendable. Made soles on their feet so they can easily stand up, and went to town with their faces. Has anyone ever seen the Queen smiling? No.

Admittedly, my favourite is the D of E. He's 90 now, so he has a slight stoop. Hands clasped firmly behind his back and a wry smile.
Harry has unfeasibly orange hair, and PC has unfeasibly large, erm, external auditory pinnae.

The lovely lady in the local wool shop wants them for her shop window next year, for the Golden Jubilee.

Not without further tweaking.

A few of the faces done in haste will be reworked, and who would have forseen that Bea and Eu would have stolen the show. I have big ideas for those two lovely ladies.

In fact, I think I may just reach for the needles right now. Will keep you posted.

God bless you marm. I'm open to medals or titles :D

Weird stuff to knit

Not that I would particularly call it weird, but I have only seen one other one on the www. and that was a good couple of years after I made mine.
I have never seen a pattern, nor to I think that there will EVER be a pattern for this. It's just TOO damned weird.

However, it does have a purpose. Whenever someone becomes a little too relaxed in the society of Mr Jack Daniels (no relation...but a VERY good friend), these tend to get whipped out of the piano stool...placed carefully on the deceased...sorry...reclining party, and a photo opportunity is had by all. CSI style. Only missing a white chalk line drawn carefully around the corpse...sorry...relaxed person.

Uterus, ovaries and fimbria optional.

What to knit next.......?

I wonder how many other people feel the need to knit a Dick Strawbridge? I'm guessing not too many. I had a request on the back of my Royal Family (fingers still blistered and bleeding in order to actually be ready for the royal event).
I was in the zone. Voila...Dick Strawbridge.

I did consider posting it to him...but Mr Daniels pointed out that it may result in a restraining order.

Guy Martin next, methinks!

DS v's Salvi

I have resolved to give up Dragon Questing (6, 9 and Swords). Well...one hit a day (maybe two). Ok. five at most. Mostly surreptitiously under the duvet once Mr D's lights have gone out, or in the bath, held aloft and hoping to minimize steam infiltration of the hand-held device. The treadmill/DS scenario is right out since a very near trip to casualty was involved, and narrowly escaped having to buy a new drum-kit.
I finished work, and on arriving home, got the DS business promptly out of the way. Five minutes max. Sorted. Right. Cymbeline, brace yourself.

(Cymbeline is my Salvi Ana. Melangell is my Border Wye, and Adhnuall is my Glenluce).

Ten minutes of tuning, having replaced a string last month.
Cup of tea.
Music having been alphabetized earlier this year, I went straight to the 50 or so pieces I have narrowed it down to for the next YouTube posting. I think I'll go for The Road to Lisdoonvarna. Lots of twiddly bits.
One would think an hour or so of practise would be easy. Sit...play..sorted.

Sat...played..almighty racket from the kitchen. (His royal highness needed feeding)
Sat...played...waft of something ungodly from the litter tray.
Sat...played...Her royal highness wanted the door opening an inch more to get her vast behind up to bed.
Sat...played...His royal highness refused to eat the filthy muck I'd previously served up. (Get yourself into the garden, Lou...go and play).
Sat...played...her royal highness wanted to sit on my knee. His royal highness had to make a nest on my music books. His royal highness then wanted a biscuit before going back into the garden. Her royal highness started choking so then had to have one of her tablets. Another cup o'tea, then the phone goes, and back I go to work.

Result.

Will try harder tomorrow.

Return of the Faeryharper

Return of the Faeryharper

I have sooo neglected the harp of late, that I can't even remember half of my YouTube postings.
My arms finally work again after surgery, so I shall get back firmly in the saddle...or rather, Roman senate chair, and harp like one has never harped before! Yay! Go me!

Hmm tee tummm

Yet another weekend blighted by work. No hiking...no shopping...no leaving the county... no clogging...no civilised glass of Pinot Grigio. Well, for a start, it would never in a month of Sundays EVER be just one civilised glass. Perhaps it is for the best. I know what rotten livers look like, and I think I should be kind to mine for a week or two.
Amigurumi it is then.
Who would have thought there would be a pattern for conjoined twins to crochet on the internet. Well I found it. (Incidentally, there is a pattern for a conjoined elephant too, but that is just ridiculous!)
They are really sweet, these little dolls. Slightly 'Cabaret' and decadent, but sweet nevertheless. I have made three now...lined up firing-squad-style until I think of something to do with them, or manage to fob them off on to an unsuspecting recipient. (My brother leaps to mind. Afterall, he took Dick Strawbridge to Spain in his suitcase this year..knitted, I hasten to add. I would hate to be responsible for a visit from CID).

My knitted Royal Family are languishing in a box in the attic. My woolly internal organs lie neglected in the piano-stool. My seven knitted faeries are contained in a french bird-cage in the garden-room (pesky little things!), and my new book on how to knit a pedigree cat lies untouched until I can bring myself to spend £10 on a ball of mohair.

All in all my woolly projects are mostly complete. I have a half finished summer cardigan. Summer has now passed. I have a half finished proggy mat still on the frame, waiting until I can bring myself to cut up two unsuccessful summer dresses. I have a half quilted patchwork which I shall abandon, and a crocheted blanket, in situ..ends still not woven in. (Not a priority).

That is not bad...for me.

What to do next? An amigurumied Wednesday Addams, methinks! I shall just unconjoin  the twin pattern and make one less leg and head. Sorted!

Somehow, I don't think the Early Learning Centre will be waving contracts at me. I can live with that. :)