Just Stuff

Two new things appeared last week. One might be quite pleasant eventually, the other I liked straight away.

Little Bun has wanted to play a violin for a long time now. When we moved school and found there was no violin teacher I have to admit I wasn't as broken hearted as maybe I should have been. This term they've found one. He can also play the theme tune to Dr Who on his violin which has made it an even better thing to learn in her opinion.

The other thing to arrive was a small parcel of bright zesty fabric from Littleteawagon.

When I saw it in Jane's etsy shop I knew it would be the perfect fabric to get me going on Eldest Bun's patchy bedcover. I knew the colours I wanted to work with and hadn't found exactly what I'd had in mind until now. Just got to get matching fabrics up and cutting and I'll be away.

Except I get so easily distracted and there's so many other things to finish too. After a session ripping favorite pages from magazines and throwing the rest in the bin, I fell in love with the colourways used in this blanket. Rather than try out these colours now I just had a quick go at rows of trebles with what was in my basket. So that's yet another blanket that will need to be made along with draught excluders. I'm determined to keep warm this winter.

On Friday evening we all snuggled up to watch Big (80's film revivals here) and I tried to actually finish a cardigan I started for Eldest Bun months ago. Only a sleeve and collar left to go and it looks like I'll run out of wool. My fault for knitting it on bigger needles so it would be a size up. I'll deal with that problem if it happens, maybe a different coloured collar?

On Saturday evening our cottage was being invaded so there were preparations to be made all day. Three girls plus our two for a sleepover as a belated birthday party. I made another cake and had a lot of fun making tiny paper bunting.

I didn't enjoy the Singstar Karaoke session so much or the chatting until 1am, but they all had a great time.

Sunday morning and we both felt as if we'd been beaten up. Tiring stuff this girlie business. I thought maybe laying face down asleep somewhere or a spot of knitting would be good things to do on a Sunday. Then my folks called and said they wanted to go to our village airshow. We live near a WWII US airbase that's now used as a small airfield. Each year they have a show with vintage cars, stalls the lot and we've only been once. Mr Bun packed us all a picnic and then we set up camp by the car. Handy that at 84 dad has a disabled parking thingy so they had front row parking with the best view.

We sat munching away watching planes whizz by, kill their engines and drop from the sky, twist and turn and all sorts of other edge of your blanket thrills.

I'm not interested in all the talk of how many rivets a plane has, but the stories behind some were fascinating. There was a Mustang that had crashed just outside of Paris in 1944, killing the pilot. Years later the pieces were retrieved, restored and a plane rebuilt that flew once again for the first time in 2008. It was also very silver shiny and fast, I liked that too.

Now I was going to be disciplined and get on with some making work today, but after being cooped up all last week ill, I'm off to visit my friend and her lovely yarn shop.
Have a good week.