Oh bother (really I want to say something much stronger but I’m being restrained….and my mum and my aunt might be reading and they, of course, think I’m angelic….or maybe they did 37 years ago!).
Oh bother again – our camera isn’t talking to our PC. It appears to be taking lovely pictures but it wants to keep them to itself. I’ve tried everything I can think of to persuade it to share but its just not willing.
I guess its a problem with the connecting cable and I’m desperately hoping John will be able to speak to it more nicely than me. If not I’ll have to try and get hold of a new cable and see if that works.
Its so frustrating tho’ as I have just taken some pictures of my, almost completed, draft dress (just needs hemming) and some crochet I have been playing around with.
I even took a picture of the zip on the dress. Its the first time I’ve fitted a zip – and this is an invisible zip no less – so I’m feeling extremely pleased with myself. Doesn’t take much!
The crochet, with some hugely huggable cotton** wool (is it called wool when its cotton?), is an attempt to make a corsage. I’m just playing around at the moment but it looks quite pretty (you’ll just have to believe me). Stupidly I didn’t write down how many stitches and what kind and which colour – duh. I think it needs more work anyway before I have something properly wearable.
I couldn’t go with a completely photo free post so here’s a picture, taken ages ago, of my needle case. Made for me by my Grannie (my mum’s mum not the one I posted about a week or so ago) when I was just a wee girl. I remember her giving it to me and being so pleased she’d made something just for me.
** Perhaps its time for a confession. I have a complete love for the feel of soft cotton wool (that doesn’t sound right but I don’t know what else to call it). As a baby I became very attached to my cotton cellular blanket so mum cut one into pieces and a bit of ‘blanket’ became my comforter. I still take great comfort from the feel and in fact have one last remaining piece of my ‘blanket’ squirreled away for times of dire stress – which, thankfully, is very infrequent.