Don't look at the tights

because these were the third set of legs I have made, (having tried a grey/white stripe and a red/white stripe) and of course these were the ones where I forgot to tell myself to be extra careful and match up the stripes....so they are embracing the wonk a bit.

but you can look at the shoes with their little Hook and Eye faux lace up thingo's, cause they are pretty cute.

(Just so you know- no amount of cute little doo-dads is taking away from the fact that all I can see is those bloody mismatched stripes.)

Some days I think its the whole world....

and other days I'm happy its just me.

(I'll be in the sewing room if you need me)

No more ideas for you girly, you've used up your quota !

Extreme sports may not be the first thing that pop into your mind when you think of me. But I have come to realise that I am an adrenaline junkie.

You all know there is nothing ...nothing at all like that rush of a new idea. Nothing like the slight frenzy of wondering whether it's really possible. Even the bajillion attempts at getting something right don't usually dampen my ardour.

The figuring out bit, the problem solving is the bit I love the most.

Once I have figured it out?....meh.... I can walk away.

Of course the between ideas times are the worst, I could re-visit half-finished projects. I could even work on some just started projects, I could write instructions for Milligan, I could even draw up the pattern for my new favourite toy. I could take up yoga, clean the house, write letters to the newspaper or start a political party.

But I won't. I'll just sit here with my embroidery A-Z in my lap, practicing stitches that I could never repeat without the book open in front of me. I'll stitch and stitch and practice and be a veritable model of Austin-esque patience.

Long Range Forecast : Scattered tetchiness, with chance of exploding heads.

I know you guys will get it....

Boxes are being packed, things are getting ticked off the list and it is all starting to get a wee bit exciting. A week from tomorrow I'll be setting up my stall...

I can't help but think back to last year , I had no idea what I was in for at all.

(pocket -bot kits complete with little windows so you can choose your own colour- I love packaging)

You know, it occurred to me that there is one big change this year - I feel less like a "fraud" than I did last year. It was the invitation to join Stitches and Craft last year that set me off on this whole pattern-writing thing.......and now, even though writing patterns is not my favourite thing in the world to do, I feel like I am getting OK at it...like no-one is going to point and laugh and say "OMG what are you doing here?" - "what is this crap?"
Does that make sense?

At this point it about 50/50 excitement and stress (good stress) but as time moves on the excitement will take over for sure. And of course, because I am so busy , the old brain is once again having trouble shutting off and I am being haunted by a new softie and fun tutorial...and of course Milligan is still waiting patiently...

and after the show......yes I'm sure you guys are getting sick of all this show talk - well, there's Sew- it-Together, followed by a weekend at Sewjourn.....

Beware exploding heads!!

Obviously....

So, obviously I made a bag.

I made it for me and even though I forgot the magnetic claspy thingo I am pretty happy with it. Whenever I try something like this I lament my lack of drawing skills. But really who's to know I wasn't going for the whole naive childlike quality on purpose???

and yes, I made the bag when I should have been making Christmas gifts, or planning for Christmas, or making lists or sending emails, or doing housework or organising end of year school crap or taking my very sick computer to triage, but it was either make a bag or have my head explode.......so I chose the bag.

but you know in the cold hard light of day I have to admit that the exploding head may have made a more interesting photo.