It’s nice to be back and blogging again. I have to confess that I feel really lost without the internet. We hardly use the phone, so being without that was no great hardship, but having no internet access pushed me close to behaving like a two year old.
On Wednesday I sent Gorgeous Man down to the office to collect the post and he came back with a package for me, all the way from Cathi in Ireland. She very generously offered to send me some quilting needles for my first attempt at hand quilting.
They came in this gorgeous little needlecase.
Made from shwe shwe (traditional South African indigo). Here it is open:
and filled with lots of lovely quilitng needles. I love the case and the needles – the case is much nicer than the one I’m currently using (birthday gift last year from the guild). Thank you very much Cathi! I have been stitching up a storm with them. It’s amazing what a difference quality tools (and a few days practice can make) here is the latest completed block.
The stitches are much finer and more even.
There was also a packet of liquorice all-sorts with the needles, but there’s no point in showing you an empty packet
The background to the needlecase picture is my sewing box. It’s an old shoe box that I covered with the paper that Gorgeous Man used to wrap the present that he sent to the baby shower.
Speaking of babies, Gorgeous Man has graciously agreed to do a post once the baby arrives so that you will all be in the loop.
I’ve been doing some reading.
Books I’ve read in 2007 –
46. Secrets of the Baby Whisperer: How to Calm, Connect and Communicate with Your Baby by Tracy Hogg.
There were a few good ideas in the book, but a lot of it was hogwash (excuse the pun). I can tell you right now that I will not be giving the offspring a tour of the house when s/he gets home saying “…and this is the kitchen, this is where daddy and mummy cook their food…”
47. My Mother’s Lovers by Christopher Hope
This is a South African novel and I found it really interesting and engaging, it’s like a coming of age/finding oneself type book. I didn’t really enjoy the ending, but I can’t imagine an alternative…
48. Midwives by Chris Bohjalian – probably not the best book to be reading at this stage in my life. It’s a novel about a midwife who attends home birth and one of the births goes horribly and tragically wrong. This made for quite compulsive reading and I finished it in an afternoon.
Finally I have to wonder about how the following searchers ended up at my blog, but I’m pretty sure they didn’t find what they were looking for.
“fake free pregnancy ultrasounds” – so you can fool your boyfriend into marrying you maybe?
“making love in odd places pictures” – um, sorry, not that kind of blog…