Better begin to dust a bit and might even clean the windows...Reuben and Teresa are coming tomorrow week for a few days, so I've swallowed all my anti-biotics and finished the last of the steroids because I have no wish to end up in hospital like the last time they came...but I'm still awful wheezy and my nose has started running again, so might go back to Doc Martin to see what else he has in his black bag...
I dislike taking anti-biotics because they actually make me feel worse until they cure the chest infection, but there you are...always side effects. Writing of which...I once had a course of tablets to take and made the mistake of reading the patient information leaflet and the extremely long list of possible side effects...one of which was 'sudden death'...cheered me up no end...
Made a felt Owl pincushion today in my new shed...but his ears aren't long enough so he'll have to be a prototype...I don't need any more pincushions but it was easy and didn't involve much brain power...apart from having tiny ears.
And I'm not good at stuffing either...I go from one extreme to another...either stuff whatever it is until it's all sort of fat and bloated and just looks gross...or err on the side of caution and then said object keels over and looks as though it could do with a decent meal...
I'd like to make dolls actually...those soft and cuddly Raggedy-Ann's...I can cut out precisely and sew straight lines and I can pin and tuck and tack without a bother on me...but when it comes to stuffing, I fail miserably...
Once made a Sock Monkey...the kind of idea you'd give to a child to make...mine looked much like an octopus and I gave it to the dogs to play with I was so disgusted with it...
My Granny used to make the most beautiful dolls dressed in a full set of clothes...knickers trimmed with narrow lace and little vests with a rosebud sewn on at the front...they had frocks and cardigans and small felt boots...everything came off to play with. They were actually very simple rag dolls but gave me and my female cousins much pleasure when we went to stay with her and Grandpa...we weren't allowed to take them home though...Granny probably knew they'd be taken away as soon as we stepped over the threshold...she wasn't the most popular relative among the adults, and that extended to having any gifts from her whipped away never to be seen again...
I suppose it's just practice...stuffing things I mean...but something else which completely fazes me is when a pattern has to be enlarged. I'm far too mean to actually pay for patterns so I find the freebies on the net and sometimes in magazines and they say...Shown at 50%...enlarge to correct size. And I panic. Can't do that...too hard. And you can forget all that drawing a grid and re-sizing that way...might as well tell me to learn Ancient Greek between now and next week...
So I peer at the instructions on the printer and gingerly click on what looks like a 100%...and away we go and it comes out of the printer with a flourish...at 50%. Sometimes, just to make it more interesting...it'll come out at 75%.
So I throw a minor tantrum and take it all away to the Office Supplies and Printers Shop and the lady there peers at it carefully and says she's not sure actually...and she presses buttons and the machine whirrs away happily and spews out the pattern ...at 50%. she goes to get the chap in charge and he says I could do it myself on my pc and I say but I have dyscalculia and numbers and so on mean nothing to me...and he looks at me in a rather pitying way and presses buttons and feeds in copious amounts of paper and at last I have my pattern at 100%...so I scuttle out of the shop and run all the way home...well, I would if I could.
I don't want to stick with what I know and can do easily...I want to be a bit adventurous and try something different once in a while.
We're away to Roscommon town tomorrow for odds and ends we can't find locally...I haven't been into the charity shops for ages either and if the weather is good, it is a lovely drive through countryside pocked with ancient burial mounds and the palaces of the old Irish kings...