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Rose Street Market!

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We’re at Rose Street Market in Fitzroy today, out in the open and hoping it doesn’t rain. Wish us luck!

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Granny Tawashi, a washcloth delight

I love the idea of beautiful things that are also useful. Such are these, crocheted from my favourite organic cotton and bamboo yarns, even a little cotton silk blend. They brighten up your kitchen or bathroom, can clean up messes or just be soft and silky against your skin. Triple win! Well, I like them anyway. You can see and touch them this Sunday, if you like, at the North Melbourne market. Details are on our market page.

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My first granny square!

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It’s grown a bit since Saturday, when I started. Well on it’s way now to becoming a blankie. I was honestly just playing around. I’ve been trying to learn to crochet for years, and suddenly it just clicked! Yay for me, I will be so much warmer now.

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brooch |brō ch; broō ch |

My poor pup  Max (well actually he is classed as a senior citizen!) has been horribly ill. He had to go through a nasty operation in which they removed a cancerous mole. We were worried for a while, but he should be fine now. What a relief! So for the last two weeks I’ve spent most of my time home with him making sure he doesn’t walk around, move much at all and jump up and down. Poor thing he hated not being able to be his usual bouncy self. I hated it too. Now we are pretty much back to normal. And I can stop being a bloody prison guard. Phew. Not in my nature to be so controlling. But it had to be done so his stitches could heal properly.

Made some brooches while performing my prison guard duties.

brooch |brō ch; broō ch |nounan ornament fastened to clothing with a hinged pin and catch.ORIGIN Middle English : variant of broach, a noun originally meaning[skewer, bodkin,] from Old French broche ‘spit for roasting,’ based onLatin brocchus, broccus ‘projecting.’

(I might have to say good bye soon to my favourite op-shopped cardigan.It looks quite grungy raggedy in pictures. But I love it still.)

Hope you have a nice night!

Aisha xox

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roses are red

Do you like earrings? Do you like roses?

I like both of them! So I made some rose earrings.

It actually took me heaps longer to try to take decent pictures of the earrings

than it took me to crochet them! I better figure out how to use my fancy camera.

What do you think? Would you wear them?

Aisha xox

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insert your favourite swear word here

Afternoon folks!

In my previous post I was asking you to guess what I was up to. Well sometimes my (great and whimsical) ideas don’t really translate into reality. So my little tapestrybroochesmadeoutofopshopmaterials was a big fail! Big BIG fail.

(*%#@!)

And I wonder if it is very clever to say it out loud on the internet for everyone to hear (read). But we live and learn, right? Right!

I’ve done some happier and more satisfying crafting too. Made a little amigurumi crochet toy for the baby. I thought a little crochet doggy would be ace as we can’t take Max everywhere with us. I so wish we could!

Say hello to Mini-Max.  At first ‘real’ Max wasn’t that impressed with ‘imitation’ Max. Pah what a a purple coloured show-off, grumbled  Max and jumped into the picture.

See  Max reckons that pictures with him in them are way cooler and cuter and so much better in every way.

In the end they made friends and settled for a group picture. This was after Max realised he doesn’t have to share his snacks with the new comer.In Finland we call pictures like this friend picture. Can’t think of the equivalent in English now!

Love,

Aisha, Max and Mini-Max

P.s. My favourite swear word is a Finnish swear word perkele. It’s not deemed to be too offensive and I like the way you can role the R for extra dramatic effect (peRRRRRRRkele). Perkele actually used to be an old pagan god. The god of thunderstorms and such. When Christianity swept through Finland Perkele morphed into meaning Satan. But it is rarely used in that context anymore either. More likely are you to hear perkele when someone hits their toe or jabs themselves or in my case when I suddenly get upset at something.

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