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Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Yarn Bombing

I'd heard about yarn bombing. I am after all sad dedicated enough to have a google news roundup on the topic of crochet sent to me every day.

There are some truly gorgeous works out there but I came across my first actual real life piece of crochet graffiti just outside a tourist information booth near to Frankston Beach (Melbourne).

Of course I had to take pictures of it although this garnered me some suspicious looks and people giving me wide berths. I can't blame them.

Yarn Bomb at Frankston

It wasn't huge, or even particularly dramatic but someone had felt the need to soften that steel handrail.

Of course my first thought was CROCHET!!!!. But my next more rational was of a cat suited hooker slinking in at night to silently crochet this into place.

Ok so it wasn't rational, but I did and am still wondering if they come and measure first, how they attach it, what a policeman would say if he caught the red handed? The mind boggles!

I'm now actively searching for yarn bombing but until I find some more then I will leave you with pictures of some of the most awe inspiring examples I've found on the web.


From Leslie Molen's blog, From these hands
For more pics and the source of this picture ....


These great sun dresses were from http://www.flickr.com/photos/tofz4u/3570110069/ .

And finally these last two that came from here.

A very cosy tree.

Somehow makes me think of Dr Who

Saturday, 13 October 2012

From Sunday Roast to Sunday Soup

All through my childhood Sunday meant hours of work, mainly by my mum and nana, sacrificed at the shrine of the Sunday Roast.

It started in the morning with the question " dinner for dinner, or dinner for tea?". We lived in the midlands of England so for us dinner meant the midday meal. Decision reached on this question was followed by a debate on which veg and then by calculations as to what time the meat would need to go in and whether Yorkshires or roasters were required.

Myself or my sisters would get called in to peel some veg or stir the made from scratch gravy but on the whole it seemed like a Herculean task far beyond my comprehension. Despite making many such meals myself somehow it still does. And maybe that's why I've made the semi-conscious decision to stop.

In fairness my husband is at heart a meat and two veg man. He'll make polite noises about fancier dishes but his satisfaction is never so great as when presented with an extremely plain meal which he then leaves to go cold before he eats it. (Mental shrug). In order to facilitate this further and to remove a few bad habits we have fallen into (why do kids love McDonald's so much?) he suggested a month of "nothing out of a jar".

I was more than happy to go along with this but I found that by the time I got to Sunday my mouth was not salivating at the thought of yet more chicken breast, broccoli and potatoes in its many personas. A quick exploration of the cupboard quickly unearthed some leeks and spring onions, there are always potatoes in. So on the Sunday morning before hubby was up the leeks and spring onions got lightly fried in butter, the potatoes were boiled up, a stock was organised and the whole lot came together most definitely not from a jar.

RAAF Museum - ready for display
We had a lovely day out at the RAAF museum and saw a mini air display and then came home to steaming bowls of leek and potato soup with a nice loaf of crusty bread. I could splash out on a nice loaf because I wasn't paying for meat.

Since then I've followed it on consecutive Sundays with a carrot and coriander soup, and then with a red lentil and carrot soup. I do usually run it all through a food processor to make a lovely thick winter soup, partly because I think a lot of soups are good this way, and partly because one of my little aspie's quirks is that he prefers his food to be separate. This way he sees only soup, not veggies all mixed together in a liquid. If there is a soup I'd rather leave alone then I can just zzzzz his.

Dubious at first, the kids actually cleaned their plates and followed it down with bowls of homemade chocolate ice cream. More of that later! Actually the kids enjoyed the change and the lower formality and fun of tearing up the bread to dip into the soup.

Bacon and Potato Soup - ready to eat
Bacon and Potato Soup - ready to eat
The benefits, it's no problem to whip the soup in the morning while my mini men eat their porridge and watch a few cartoons. It's cheap! Seriously usually it's mainly veggies (although this weeks was bacon and potato) but even so I would say I must have saved at least $40 this month compared to the meals I would normally have made. It's nutritious and you know exactly what has gone into it. And last but not least its helping to develop the kids taste buds and texture palette. Oh and even more last there are far fewer dirty dishes and no roasting pans to clean!

So while I'm not saying I'll never make a Sunday Roast again, right now I'm enjoying the change for a few weeks.




Friday, 12 October 2012


Things seem to be in flux at the moment. It seems like almost everyone's life is going through a period of change or even upheaval. Some minor, some life changing. A spiritual friend of mine sees a guiding hand in it to challenge people to grow.

Me, I think maybe I see some parts of society discontented with the meaningless existence and trying to find a way to add some meaning to their days.

Whatever the reason it seems like less glamour and more substance is the order of the day.

So what does that mean in real terms?

More Making!

More making, baking, cooking, crocheting, knitting, sewing. More playing in the garden, getting together with friends and their families at their houses. More fun, contentment, joy. More making do and more making the best of what you have.

All in all I think this can only be for the good.