Rattling On...

n+1=5

The last time I posted a finished version of this scarf pattern on Ravelry I named it 'nth scarf' as I was embarrassed to admit just how many versions of it I've made. Well this one is n+1 for the same reason.

I adore this pattern, it's a good stress buster for me. Partly because it's so familiar by now and partly because... and here comes the =5 part, also slightly embarrassing...the stitches are in groups of five.

I like multiples of five. There, I've admitted it. I don't think it even approaches an OCD thing, but my baseline for counting activities is five. I sort things in my head in relation to fives. Unless you do this yourself you probably won't have a clue what I'm going on about, but there are other people who do this kind of thing. I know because I've met them.

Numbers, for me, come in multiples of five with leftovers. I'm not sure if I even know when it started or if I've always done it, I certainly can't remember not doing it. It isn't an invasive thing, I don't lie awake whittling over things and counting to five or have to do things in fives or anything like that.

Oh, and I've never counted on my fingers so it's not that. I count in my head, just as I've always read to myself and never had to read out loud. Five is also not my 'favourite' or lucky number, I don't have either of those.

It's certainly a nice symmetrical number, not when written as the numeral but when expressed as dots-like on a domino. And I love symmetry to distraction. I find the re-emergence of the asymmetrical hairdo most perturbing, on many levels. 

I remember years ago, when I had a fringe (bangs) and went to have a trim. At the end, when the stylist wafts the mirror around like they have just performed a magic trick and are preparing to take a bow, I said to him 'but it isn't quite level' and he replied 'Oh, you are fussy.'

I wouldn't say I was fussy. I would say it's my hair, I'm paying you and ths will drive me insane until you sort it out. I would say that now... but at the time I felt like I'd stepped over some invisible line of salon etiquette and went home to get out the nail scissors and have a go myself.

Yesterday...

I try to nip home every lunch time to let the dogs out for a quick break. As I don't work too far away (and I have a car) it's usually manageable in the fifty minutes we get.

As I parked up on my return yesterday I could see a group of 6th form girls in the road, obviously distressed about something, waving cars away.

There was a squirrel lying on the road, unmarked, and they were worried it would get run over. I went over to them and carefully moved the squirrel, I am always cautious as they can give a nasty bite. It was dead. I picked it up, it was still very warm, and took it into the school grounds, where I put it in the middle of some dense bushes and covered it with leaves.

In an overhead tree another squirrel, maybe the partner, was making the most distressing sound. It was like a howl and a chatter all at once, and I found it very upsetting if I'm honest. It's this sort of thing that makes me avoid watching nature programmes these days. Knowing that lives of all sorts are going on everywhere, that icebergs are melting and rain forests are disappearing. 

-:-:-:-

The cake went down a storm and, as it was enormous, was enjoyed by many. It was so big, in fact, that it only just fit in my biggest cake tin- with a bit of encouragement. I used almond essence in the buttercream filling and everyone said it was like a chocolate battenburg! The birthday boy was very happy with it, and his little box of chocolates, and gave me a thumbs up as he left.

 

Who wants a piece of effing cake?

I got home from work yesterday to find that the cat had chundered up a hairball on my bed. With attendant matter of an unidentified nature. On the bed that had just had clean sheets, and more precisely on my favourite green wool blanket.

It already felt like Friday on a Tuesday, and not in a good way. In the past week and a half I have been sworn at more times than possibly the rest of my life altogether. It goes with the job to a certain extent, but is very wearing after a while.

Thank goodness then that today a rather lovely student is having his 13th birthday and I promised a surprise. He likes cake, so I made him a special one last night.

He is one of those people that enters a room with a smile and is always ready to help. He also has red hair and gets bullied for it. I happen to like red hair, but that's by the by.

He started coming in to us last year at break times to avoid the general melee and he just never stopped coming in for his tea and toast. As a joke I made him a pigeon hole of his own in with ours. It's full every day; of homework, Lego, letters and books. 

You should never underestimate the small kindnesses. They outweigh grand gestures ten to one. Just as one smile can wipe out a week of foul language.

Blackbird diaries...

 I heard a blackbird singing in the trees outside work just as it was going dark yesterday. I have missed them.

The female in the pictures is one of the garden regulars, she pip-pips at me for food and will come very close. Unfortunately one of the males has been killed by a cat that moved in two doors away... 

The pond is always busy with all manner of birds drinking and bathing and I waste many a minute just watching them from the kitchen window, which has the best view and has been cleaned so I get better pictures. (Remember the veil of filth... no longer with us after the discovery of a lovely window cleaner who doesn't use ladders, but has one of those extending brush contraptions.)

The pond has also developed a nasty case of blanket weed, most annoying and as I never had it before the re-lining was done I don't know where it came from. None of the plants are new or anything like that. I've heard that barley straw can get rid of it but I don't know if that's an urban myth. Any suggestions?

Torta in un vaso per piante...

Does that sound more exotic than Cake in a Flowerpot? I think it probably does. Just as panettone, tart tatin and eclair all have a bit of allure to them. As opposed to fruit loaf, upside down cake and er whatever an eclair would be if we had an equivalent...

Just because Johnny Foreigner can bang a good name on something doesn't make it taste any better though. 

This is half a madeira with crunchy lemon topping. Half as in I halved the recipe quantities and then thought a flowerpot would make as good a container as anything. In fact it was an excellent choice.

I just lined it with an enormous version of a home made muffin case made from baking parchment.

I went to the DIY shop on Saturday to get some plant pots but for starters the garden section was closed due to the winds (and the trolleys had been moved to inside as well, as they had at the supermarket) and they didn't have any terracotta pots in stock 'yet' anyway.

So into the greenhouse and out with the Cif and a scourer and good as new. Probably cleaner than new actually.

I have had a couple of interesting ideas following on from making this and if they turn out I will share them. I will also be seeing how many other household, or garden shed, items can be used in this way.

St Vincent's Day...

Remember on St Vincent's Day

If that the sun his beams display,

Be sure to mark his transient beam

Which through the window sheds a gleam;

For 'tis a token bright and clear,

Of prosperous weather all the year.

or...

Le jour de St Vincent, si le soleil lui comme un chapeau, on aura du vin a pleins tonneaux.

 

Yes, today is St Vincent's Day, or Sunbeam Day is it was known in days of yore (apparently).  Although the pond is roughed up by the wind and the rain is making lovely ringlets around the drops there has been a little blue sky and.... a hint of sun.

I'm taking it that this is, therefore, an auspicious omen of excellent weather to come. Starting tomorrow...

(As you can see, it's not just the English who have these little weather foibles.)

Again...

The daffodils were bought to remind me that spring should be on the way somewhere. Actually I'm expecting it this afternoon or tomorrow at the latest.

Because it will be blowing in. With the 90mph winds we are having again, and which kept me up half the night. Again. As I write the next door neighbour is hammering away at the fence, nailing bits back on. Again. The poor man has just paid to replace several lengths lost a couple of weeks ago. I did think it was rash replacing them at the time, the gaps weren't important except aesthetically. Fingers crossed he won't be on to the builders' merchant again in a few days.

The more I look at the word 'again' the more I wonder why it was chosen to represent a repeat of something. If you deconstruct it to 'a gain' you would imagine it to be a positive word. Not at the moment. Nor for the next few days if the forecast is to be believed.

Which it is not, as none of this was forecast, unless you count 'windy' as covering 90mph gusts. Snow is now being mentioned, for those on hills. Which pretty much sums us up. Let's hope the wind drops before the snow comes or I may need to keep the snow shovel inside of the front door...

Cooking the classics...

Or, as Peter Sellers said to Sophia Loren... Give us a bash of the bangers and mash!

Sausages have to be well done, so go back in on the lid of the roaster while the gravy is made. The gravy has to be thick, thin gravy is a travesty. Mash... I'm not a massive fan of squashed up potatoes, but if they have a bit of butter (and garlic if I can get it past No2) and are really well pummelled I can manage it.

And sprouts. At this time of year I have them with everything, including lasagne the other night. I adore sprouts, always have done. No-one else eats them so they have broccoli and carrots and whatever. But for me, sprouts...

If you want to sing along, or (heavens above) have never heard the Sellers/Loren masterpiece then you can listen here.

Sans bobble titfer...

The pattern book suggested this type of hat was known as a New Yorker. Since when? It's a woolly hat, not quite a bobble hat as it's missing the pom pom. And thank goodness it isn't one of those things The Youth wear, you know the baggy things that hang down at the back and look like they've been badly washed and stretched. Awful things, and you can quote me on that.

A member of staff (male, goes without saying) turned up at the Christmas do wearing some such abomination. Obviously he was trying to stay in touch with his youth and getting down wiv the kids, but he looked a complete twerp. Though that's not quite the word I thought on the night.

I wouldn't be seen dead in a hat like this. Most unflattering on me. Scarily so. I do like hats, though, and have a few proper ones... made of felt and with a brim and all. In my own youth I was a big hat wearer, and later as well. Now they just come out in absolute extreme cold weather or for weddings (not the same sort obviously) and Christenings. And even for those they aren't popular any more. Shame really, most people look very tidy in a good hat.

This one was a good stash buster and only took two evenings of desultory ribbing. It will go towards the Gift Pile. I am determined, once again, to try to make a lot of gifts. As it snows in February and March on a regular basis here I'm sure I'll be able to find a good home for it.

Who needs a disco ball?

...when they have a chandelier?

It was a late night Ebay purchase from Germany. As soon as the button was hit I had a panic attack, convinced it would never arrive and my debit card would be cloned and used to buy ten years' worth of Viagra. Or whatever.

But no. It arrived in a zillion bits, wrapped in newspaper and packed with egg boxes. Only one tiny drop was broken and superglue sorted that out. It did take days and days, however, to clean and re-assemble. I did it in the cellar and had to put a meat hook in the ceiling to take the weight.

It hangs in the dining room and, with the addition of a dimmer switch, adds a little je ne sais crois to the woodchip...

Is that you, Clarice?

I know not everyone is fond of these cheeky birds, but I think they're great, and we don't see many round here. Except for the ones still living in the eaves outside my bedroom. They moved in and just never went away.

They have been very discreet over the winter but I think they're gearing up for spring now as they are much more vocal (see picture above).

Yesterday was another cold one, which means the birds are getting through a lot of food. The squirrel is helping them. I keep forgetting to factor in car-scraping time in the mornings and end up in a rush, I don't like leaving the car running on the drive. It'd be just my luck for someone to half-inch it and the insurance company refuse to pay.

A woman I know was surprised to learn she was the only person (in an impromptu survey) who left her keys in the car while paying at the petrol station. 


Mind you, she broke into her own house recently and smashed a side window to do so. She was worried her husband wasn't answering his mobile or the home phone (he was at home sick).

So, she rushed home from work (leaving her house key in her desk...) and smashed the window. A Victorian stained glass window. Not the modern stuff in the kitchen. No husband. He was at the shop buying a paper and had left his mobile at home...

The definition of healthy...

I've seen that other people make their own breakfast bars and thought I'd give it a whirl. As they are oat based I will be avoiding them as oats and I have a turbulent relationship to say the least. However, the other resident will eat them no problem.

This recipe came in a free magazine so I really don't think it'll be a problem quoting it here, I think it's pretty generic anyway.

60g mixed seeds, 1tbsp golden lindeeds, 25g dessicated coconut, 2 med mashed bananas, 160g oats, 50g dried apricots, 100g butter, 3tbsp clear honey

This is where I question this as being particularly healthy as it has plenty of sugar and butter in it, but hey...

Melt the butter and basically just swat the lot in a bowl and combine. Bake in a medium oven for around 30 minutes, or until golden. Mark the bars, leave to cool, then cut and store.

I added cranberries instead of apricots, some flaked almonds and a few glace cherries just because they were in the cupboard. I imagine you could use up all kinds of fruit in these. The recipe suggested 14 bars, but I cut them in half as I think, psychologically, going back for a second makes you feel like you've been bad. But you haven't.

I'm trying to work out what I could substitute for the oats so I can eat these. Ground almonds are too insubstantial, maybe bran of some sort. All suggestions welcome...

Frosted...

Yesterday was one of those magical days, when it looked as though someone had sprinkled sugar over everywhere, and it stayed like that all day.

At dusk Coco and I went to the park to feed the ducks and they were very pleased to see us. The frost was twinkling in the light from the street lamps and the sky was as clear as a bell with stars here and there. Proper weather at last.

Now all the Christmas lights have been taken down it's nice to have replacements provided by Nature. The days don't deem to be getting any longer here yet, for once I'm looking forward to more light. This winter seems to be the gloomiest I can remember for a very long time.

This may not just be down to the weather, of course, and yesterday was one of those days I found myself prone to introspection. Always dangerous, especially in winter for some reason. I went down into town for a coffee and sat in the window seats. Watching the shoppers plodding past made me feel really backwoodsy for some reason, very Provincial.

Which is what I am, I suppose...

No socks please, we're British...

These days you don't find many patterns for socks on two needles, everyone seems obsessed by double pointed or circular, or knitting both socks at the same time. A lot of crafting activities seem to have become a tour de force of skills, rather than something born of necessity or just for fun.

I know there are some people who feel ashamed of their efforts and so don't mention them. Man up, sisters. Show off all your talents.

I for one hate double pointed needles (dpns) with a passion. I find them awkward and slow to use and will avoid pattern books that mention them. This may stem from a project I undertook when I was 20 or so. A guernsey sweater of such epic tediousness, with neck on dpns, that can be imagined. It was made from authentic, waxed, navy blue yarn of unbelievable fineness.

It weighed a ton on the (bent) needles and almost rendered me sightless from concentration. It was beautiful when it was finished, but I think I only actually enjoyed doing the first ten or so, extensively charted in miniature, rows.

My point? We'll get there in the end. Is that sometimes you just want a basic pattern, a no-brainer that isn't going to drive you to the edge of madness, and where you get something vaguely useful in the end.

Like these chunky boot socks. I love their utilitarian simplicity and I will wear them. I also felt like starting a second pair straight away, which for me is the sign of a good pattern. The details are on Ravelry for anyone who wants to know, and I know there are plenty who couldn't give a toss either way. 

Gone with the wind...

Be not afraid you denizens of blogland, I have indeed posted a picture of blue sky. And what's more the photo hasn't been edited in any way, it really was blue yesterday... eventually.

When I got up there were 80mph winds and roiling rains to contend with. By lunchtime, thankfully, it had calmed down a bit and the blue had crept out from behind the clouds. And should be here for a couple of days if the forecast is to be believed, with frost. I don't mind frost.

If it's a really decent frost I'd like to get in the garden at the weekend and shift some sh..., you know compost some of last year's leftovers. The sloppy remains of which are plastered all over the garden and look awful. When it's frosty they clump together nicely and are much easier to get in the bin.

Sadly, as a result of my failure to win the rollover lottery last week, I'll be unable to get someone in to do this for me. Tittling around in spring and summer is one thing, shifting kak and digging up that bloody butter burr is another. I'd love to be able to hand it over to someone, or hire a rotivator... but then there'd probably not be much left.

I remember when my cousin hired a flamethrower to get rid of weeds on the path. He also set fire to the fence and his own shoes. Are you still able to hire that sort of thing these days? Maybe they're more refined and less likely to need the fire brigade. Ahh, the good old days.

Which reminds me of when the girls were very small and we decided to have a bonfire in the back garden for them and some neighbours. We built a bit of a fire and just couldn't get it going. Enter pensioner next-door-neighbour with a jamjar from his garage. Containing terps for cleaning paintbrushes. 'Here' quoth he, 'Throw this on it'.

Really, at his age you'd think he'd have known better. Another fencing casualty. But amusing in a slightly hysterical way. We didn't host another bonfire party for quite a few years.