Archive for January, 2007

My Day

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 31 2007 | Crafty things, General Ramblings

Today, I’ve been sick. I’ve been hit by the flu, and feel awful. It’s been a day of lemsip (hot lemon drink with paracetamol), knitting, and watching firefly.
I’m not good at being sick. I’d much rather be working.

Also, the trouble with knitting when sick is the following:

Spot the difference?

Yes, one is a pattern repeat longer than the other. It’s been ripped back now. Grrrr.

Update: Ripped back top of glove. Re-knit it. Forgot to decrease at the beginning of the ribbing. Need to rip back again. Putting the knitting away now.

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Secret Pal News!

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 29 2007 | Swaps and Exchanges

Secret Pal 9 comes to an end this week, and I’m delighted to announce that my spoilee has received her final package, and now knows who I am.

I should hopefully be receiving a package from my spoiler sometime soon too, as the exchange is pretty much done, so when that arrives I’ll be sure to post it up here.

Anyway, I was spoiling Glenda over at Still Life With Books, and it was an absolute pleasure.

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Self Acceptance

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 28 2007 | Crafty things, General Ramblings

After the christmas knitting, I decided that I should have fewer knitting projects on the go at any one time, so that I could really focus on them, instead of flitting between lots of projects and consequently taking longer over all of them. Fewer projects is more organised, more sensible.

I got it down to three projects, one being the ongoing mitred squares dog blanket that I really think is just going to keep on going on and on and on at the current rate of progress. It’s a good thing cooper (the dog) has a good warm coat (being a dog and all). Anyway, I don’t really count this as a project ‘on the needles’. It’s just something I do every now and then.

The second project is hiding in this bag and you can’t see, but it’s in there, attached to those needles:

The third project are a version of the Mosaic Mitts from Interweave’s Holiday Gifts edition:

These are ok. My gauge is really tight for some reason, and I’m finding them fiddly to knit. They’re turning out a wee bit small, which is fine for me with my tiny little girly hands, but if I make them again, which I probably will, it’ll be on bigger needles and I’ll use dpns rather than the magic loop.

This week I haven’t been knitting all that much, and I started to think about why. My hands have been itching to knit, but none of the projects have captured me. Starting the second mitt was an effort.

And then I realised.

I like having lots of different projects on the go. I like the variety. I know that working on lots of projects at once drives some people nuts but it suits me, and that’s ok.

With that in mind I cast on for a pair of socks, and I may cast on another project before I finish any of the other current ones.


Gentleman’s Plain Winter Sock from Knitting Vintage Socks by Nancy Bush, in Lana Grossa Mega Boots Stretch.

Now, I have a small dilemma. The pattern says to cast on with the yarn doubled, and then knit with one strand. I followed that, but it’s quite thick and therefore a little bit frilly looking at the top. I think when it’s worn it’ll just add strength to the top, and allow the ribbing to stretch properly, but I am a tiny bit concerned visually. Do I carry on as is or rip back and just cast on with one strand of yarn?

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Peanut Butter Biscuits

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 28 2007 | Delicious Things

As I was drinking a rather yummy coffee at home yesterday I had a craving for a biscuit to go with it.

No biscuits in the house.

Simple.

Make some.

Peanut Butter Biscuits, from Delia Smith’s Book of Cakes, made with banana instead of egg, as I didn’t have any. I’m vegetarian but not vegan, so I do eat some animal products, including eggs in cakes, but eggs as eggs make me sick, and I don’t like them, so don’t have them in the house unless I’m baking a few things. I don’t really like buying them unless I’m going to use all of them, so I’m experimenting with banana as an egg substitute. Here it would have worked well, except I added a wee bit too much baking soda so the biscuits are a tiny bit crispy. For some reason they’re not as peanut buttery as I’d really like, and strangely the banana taste doesn’t come out. Nevertheless, they are biscuits, and are delicious with a nice hot cup of coffee.

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Shocking

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 28 2007 | Writing

“So. It’s been two months now Betty. How have you been?”

“Great thanks Doctor.”

“And how are the pills working out for you?

“Oh, I don’t need them any more. That electric shock treatment you showed me has been working a treat.”

“But you checked yourself out of the hospital after the first treatment. You were scheduled for five more sessions. That’s why we were trying the pills instead.”

“Oh I know Doctor, but I didn’t like the pills, so I thought I’d give the electric shocks another go, and I feel great now.”

“But you haven’t been back to the hospital.”

“Oh no Doctor, there’s no need for all that fuss. My Billy wired me up at home instead.”

~~

Inspired by This picture taken by receivingend from Flickr.

Do not try this at home!
Very rushed and short this week, sorry. I wanted to get something up but just couldn’t settle to write. I can’t even claim credit for the idea, it’s based on a true conversation a lecturer of mine had with a patient.

Written for Flickr Fiction Friday. Other Flickr Fictioners who may have written about the same picture are: Donal,Elimare, Tadamack, Aquafortis, HeavySigh, Chris, Valsha, and Neil.

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A Finished Sewing Object

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 27 2007 | Crafty things

Last week I mentioned something that I’d made that I couldn’t post yet, but now it’s all good to show you.
A friend is heading off travelling for a few months, and I wanted to make something useful as a leaving gift. I had the idea in my head for a while, and after lots of sketches I decided to just go ahead and make it. I was pretty surprised that it worked as well as it did.

I present to you, Travel Wallet:

Here’s the all important inside view:

It’s made from a soft but tough brushed cotton in a variety of colours, and has pockets inside for a passport, for tickets/booking information etc, and a small one for stamps or cards (hostel membership, phone cards etc etc).

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Pizza!

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 23 2007 | Delicious Things

I haven’t done any sweet baking for a while (all that holiday chocolate still to get through), so tonight I did some savoury baking instead, and made a bunch of pizza bases.

I only started documenting the process about half way though, but I started with some lukewarm water and olive oil, then whisked in some easy-bake yeast, a little salt, and half of the flour - a mixture of white and wholemeal. Then I added the rest of the flour and used my hands to mush it all together into a dough.

Then came the fun part. 10 minutes of kneading. Kneading is hard. It was cold outside today. I was wearing thermals. Kneading dough for 10 minutes was a much more effective way of getting warm. I then popped the dough in a bowl and left it to rise.

This was the result after an hour:

Cool, yes?

A quick bash to knock some of the air out, and pizza base making factory kicked in. I divided the dough into 6 equal parts.

Each part was bashed around a little, then rolled out flat.

Each base needed to rest for 5 minutes, then be cooked for 10. I only have two baking trays big enough for the bases that I like, so a rotation system comes into play.

The timer is set to go off every 5 minutes. At one point the situation was:
Base 1: Cooling on a wire rack
Base 2: In the oven on the final 5 minutes of cooking
Base 3: In the oven on the first 5 minutes of cooking
Base 4: Sitting on a bread board resting for 5 minutes
Base 5: Being kneaded and rolled into shape
Base 6: Waiting patiently in the bowl

It was fun.

The end result is five pizza bases all now in the freezer ready to come out at a moments notice, be popped in the oven for 5 minutes, have some yummy things put on top, and baked for 10 more minutes. A quick and not too unhealthy dinner (depending on the yummy things I put on top of course)

The sixth base became dinner, with the addition of some tomato puree, last night’s pasta sauce (tofu, spinach, veggies and tomato), and a little cheese on top.

Yum.

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Sunday sewing

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 21 2007 | Crafty things

So, one of my goals of 2007 is to spend more time crafting, and broaden my horizons away from knitting (there will still be knitting, this is as-well-as, not instead-of). As one of my christmas gifts was a sewing machine, that seemed a good place to start.

Sew So, the fruits of my labours:


Two knitting project bags, for carrying things around in. Ziploc bags are wonderful, but these are prettier.

I also turned this:

Red jumper from Benetton, circa 1993, still in perfectly good condition and almost heartbreaking to felt but just the wrong shape on me now.

Into this:

A starfish, still to be stuffed, and given the gift of sight eyes. The felted jumper told me it wanted to be a starfish. I have no idea why.

I made another couple of things too, but I can’t blog them yet. Oh! the excitement.

What I learned:
1. That I was correct in my plan to try out stitches and things on scrap fabric first.
2. That I can get away without pinning some things before sewing them. (Don’t panic, I won’t attempt this with clothes or fancy things. Small project bags are ok though.
3. That while the actual stitching part isn’t that time consuming, the fiddly little bits like cutting the fabric, lining it up right, and cutting the thread mean that things take longer than you might think.
4. That putting all the cut thread in the same place on the table makes clearing up a lot easier.
5. That I’m actually ok at this sewing lark.

I’m feeling particularly proud of myself this evening.

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Lil

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 19 2007 | Writing

Lily was the love of my life. I knew from the first time I met her we’d be together forever. Beautiful, she was. Tall and slim, with short dark hair cut like a boy’s. And the eyes! Big brown eyes, you could melt right into them you could. We met at a party one evening. Spent the whole night talking, then went to a cafe together for breakfast the next day. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her.

Lilian was the girl next door. I always knew I’d marry her. We grew up together. Started school on the same day - different schools, of course. She was bright, she’d help me with my homework. We both got teased about spending time together. The boys in my class didn’t understand why I’d rather play with her than them after school, but Lilian could play just as well as them - she could climb trees better than any of them, and when they let us join in she’d always win at hide and seek.
Of course, things changed a bit when we got older, but it was natural that we’d be each other’s first kiss, and then that we’d get engaged.

An air hostess, she was. ‘Trolly Dolly’, I liked to call her. She’d pretend to get all indignant and annoyed at me, but there’d be this lovely glint in her eye and she couldn’t keep a straight face for long before her face broke into a giggle. She never got annoyed at me really. I could never get annoyed at her. She was too nice, too perfect.

She’d always wanted to travel a lot. When she got the job as an air hostess she was so happy. Radiant. I was so proud of her. I didn’t want her to work, really, but we needed the money. Saving for a house for one day. Of course, her job meant that we couldn’t get married, or have children for a while, married women not being allowed to be air hostesses and all, so we had to stay living at home, next door to each other. When she was home that was. Sometimes there were early flights, or late ones, so she kept a room in a house with some of the other girls, up close to the airport. I didn’t mind though, when she was home Lilian was always right next door, and she’d make dinner for me, and help mam with the washing and things, so it was enough for me. I got a bit of stick from the lads about it, being 25 and all, I was old enough to be married and settled down, but I knew that one day it’d come right.

I saw Lily whenever she wasn’t flying or off on training. It meant it was only for a couple of days each week, but oh, those days! We’d go for long walks in the park, holding hands the whole time, then she’d cook dinner for me, and we’d go out for a drink, or out dancing together. She loved to dance, did Lily. Always at the centre of the party. I wanted to marry her, but she said that if work found out she’d lose her job, and she loved it so much that I couldn’t ask her again. Of course, when the rules changed and married women were allowed to fly still everything was different.

The day the rules changed I was so happy. I had the ring already, from my grandma. I asked her to come for a walk with me, down to the river where we’d had our first kiss all those years before. Then I got down on one knee and asked her to be my wife. She said yes and made me the happiest man in the world. She said that she’d like to wait a little while, until she was really sure that they’d still let her fly, but we could start planning, and I was happy with that.

I proposed again as soon as the rules were changed. I’d had it all planned out. A picnic in the park, with some sparkling wine ready for when she said yes, which she did, making me the happiest man in the world. We got married the next year, when things had settled down a bit with the new rules. She joked that she was old for a bride, at twenty-six, but she looked so happy, and so beautiful, you’d have thought she was barely twenty.

We had a small wedding, at the local church, with a party after in the room above the pub. Lilian didn’t know many people locally any more, being away so much, so it was mainly family. It was a wonderful day. She looked so beautiful, and we were so happy. Everyone was so excited for us too, finally being able to be together. Lilian moved next door to live with me after that, and we started our lives together.

We were so happy together, Lily and I. We had a big group of friends, and whenever she was home we’d be off to dinner with one crowd or another, or out dancing somewhere. Often a group would end up back with us at our flat until the early hours of the morning. It was so much fun.

Lilian and I had a good life. She was a perfect wife. My clothes were always clean, and when she was home there was always dinner on the table for me. She even baked cakes for the church sales. Did me proud, my Lilian.

Our lives fitted into a sort of pattern. When Lily got too old to fly the airline moved her to ground staff. That was against the new rules, of course, but she didn’t want to fight it then. Didn’t want people knowing her real age. She kept her room in the house she shared up by the airport though - it made sense, there were still late nights and early mornings checking people in, and by then we’d got used to the routine of her being away a lot of the time.

When the airline stopped her flying I wanted Lilian to stay home full time. Most of her salary went on the room that she rented anyway. She wouldn’t have it though, independent she was, my Lilian. I wouldn’t have made her stop working. It would have crushed her. I wanted children, but she didn’t, and despite my best efforts I couldn’t change her mind. She was on the pill, and didn’t want to stop taking it. We were happy, anyway, we’d settled into a pattern over the years, and didn’t need to change it. Why fix something that isn’t broken? That’s what I always said.

I was waiting for her to come home when I got the call. A heart attack, they said. It was too late to do anything. Lily was gone. Suddenly. She’d been so full of life, and it was gone, snuffed out.

I’ll never forget that day. My Lilian, gone forever. I didn’t know what to do. I was lost without her.

I met him at the hospital. The doctor called us both into a room. Said there was some confusion over who Lily’s husband was.

I didn’t understand it. I thought the doctor had got it wrong. He must have got things mixed up, but the other man had a picture of her. A picture of my Lilian. With him. It didn’t make sense.

I never really got used to it. I kept thinking about him, about her life with him. About this part of her that I’d never seen.

I didn’t believe it, really. I knew it had happened, all the legal stuff that came when she died showed me that, but I tried to pretend it was all a big mistake. Sometimes there’d be fresh flowers on her grave when I arrived. At first I threw them away, but after a while I was glad that someone was with her when I wasn’t.

I saw him, a few times, at Lily’s grave. Arrived once while he was there, but I left and waited until he’d have finished and gone. He seemed to take it harder than me. He was really angry with Lily at first. I couldn’t be, I just couldn’t get angry at her. I was too upset that she was gone to mind what she’d done, and I’d have given anything to have her back. I’d have shared her with him, even. Just to have her back.

The tenth anniversary of her death we both ended up at the graveyard at the same time. He’d brought a photograph along with him, of Lilian, and asked if I wanted to see it. I missed her so much. I couldn’t help it, crying like that.

Her tenth anniversary, that’s when we met again properly. I was devastated still. I needed someone to take on some of my grief, to show someone what I’d lost. When I gave him the picture he just broke down, and I knew he understood.

We spent a while at her grave then, in silence, but together. When it started to rain he asked if I wanted to go to a cafe, and I said yes.

We met up regularly after that. To talk about Lily. To hear about the part we never saw. To share stories. To compete for her, sometimes. But mostly just to hold on to what we had left.

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Inspired by This picture taken by Joffa H from Flickr.

Written for Flickr Fiction Friday. Other Flickr Fictioners who may have written about the same picture are: Donal,Elimare, Tadamack, Aquafortis, HeavySigh, Chris, Valsha, and Neil.

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Diary of a Sock

Posted by Teaandcakes on Jan 17 2007 | Crafty things

I haven’t been doing much lately. My new commute involves an hour each way driving through fairly heavy traffic, instead of an hour each way walking and on public transport, so when I get home at night I’m not good for much beyond making and eating dinner. I’ll get used to it soon enough though - I hadn’t realised how much I really needed those naps on the bus/train at the end of the day. Apparently it’s not a good idea to sleep in traffic.

Anyway, in the absence of a proper post, may I present ‘The well travelled sock: a photo essay’:

May ‘06: The ingredients, in a secret pal gift package from the wonderful Bobbi.

June ‘06: Baby steps in St Stephen’s Green, Dublin

July ‘06: Progress by the fjords - Flam, Norway

July ‘06: In a cabin in Sweden (not pictured: the sock)

August ‘06; Turning the heel on the Limerick-Dublin train

September ‘06: The first one finished!

October ‘06: The twin begins

November ‘06: The leg is done in Dublin

December ‘06: Heel turned on a wet and windy day in Leitrim

January ‘07: The pair finished! New years resolution made to get faster/spend more time on the sock knitting. (Also, find more flattering way to photograph socks)

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