There once was a rich Japanese lord, With a repaired tea bowl he abhorred, An artist said behold, Then filled the cracks with gold, And the new art of Kintsugi soared.
With winter setting in, I decided it was finally time to go get some new pants. And now I have a job again I wanted to splurge a little and go for a brand a bit more expensive than I would normally buy for normal everyday clothes. Because of my body shape I have a bit of trouble… Continue reading In a rage over pockets
In an attempt to combat boredom, I have been going back through my 'To Do' board on Pinterest and do a few things I have been wanting to try. This included a knotted bowl on an amazing website here, and luckily I had just received some fabulously coloured yarn in a wonderful birthday present/care package. If… Continue reading Rainbow bowls
For Christmas my sister bought me some sewing supplies. As you may be aware, I do not presently have access to a sewing machine, but it seemed like such a waste to let the woven trim she used as a ribbon to wrap my present, to lie with my other ribbons, unappreciated. Here is the… Continue reading Fish around my wrist
I really like triangles. They are such a solid shape, but can still be of all kinds of dimensions and sizes. Mostly though I like equilateral triangles, and recently I decided I need more of them in my life. So I dove into my unreasonably large collection of paperclips and chose a few of my… Continue reading Triangles
These are the small projects I have been consuming time with between knitting spinning and the rest of my life You've seen those brightly coloured bracelets little girls are making from those little rubber bands. While the crazy bright colours took me in, I wanted to try making something different with them. So I dug… Continue reading Little stitches
With this time of year comes many formal events for me. Being me, I was loath to wear the same dresses over and over again, but as I'm sure you've guessed my wardrobe is already more full than I can reasonably justify. I had a few dresses a former housemate had given me when she… Continue reading Not dead, just dyed