There was loads of yarn left over from the Topsy Turvy throw and I decided to cover a couple of coathangers, partly as I stumbled on a real bargain that meant I didn't have to do the padding myself.
Just to mix it up a bit I did one lot of vertical stripes and one horizontal. I know how to live.
One of the good things about crochet is you can do a foundation chain stitch row and hold it up against the thing you want it to fit and you know straight away where you stand. Then just plug away at the double crochet until it fits (slightly stretched for snugness).
These are an ideal armchair/vegging project and I thought would be great for gifts (Mothering Sunday is approaching fast). There's so many things you could embellish them with, maybe a small lavender bag dangling off the hook? I already have more on the go.
Notice the catkins on the twiggy branches... second picture... sparse but there. But it's cold still, just one degree yesterday morning.
However, it was boiling in work, which was nice as I had a thermal top on. There is never a happy medium and sometimes it's like a form of primitive but effective torture.
Anyway, part way into the first lesson one of the parents rang. His daughter (one of 'mine') was refusing to come into school because... hold onto your knickers... because her hair straighteners had broken.
He was distraught and embarrassed. However he felt a bit better when I explained this was not an uncommon occurrence. Really. It's already recognised that teenagers (and the rest...) can suffer from mobile phone separation anxiety, and I think there must be a term for the dependence on straighteners. Students, not just girls, are often late on account of their protracted toilettes. Gone are the days of wash and go.
Back to yesterday. The parent was most distressed that basically he is hard up at the moment and didn't know how he was going to sort the situation. I said I'd ask if anyone had a spare and get back to him.
I ended up on the Argos website in the sale section pressing Reserve and Collect. A late birthday present to her from me. Hopefully this small gift will make both our school lives easier!
I went to pick them up in my lunch break. All the free parking spots were taken so I had to go to a pay and display. There were three other people waiting to get a ticket and when, a mere few minutes later, I turned back to the car... there were two traffic wardens looking in all the windows for a ticket. I hallooed and waved my ticket and said 'You're keen'.
Lady (hah!) warden didn't like my attempt at jocularity and warned me not to be rude or she'd 'Log your car'. Rude? Were these people hiding or do they pop out of thin air? They'd just had a go at the woman who was in front of me in the ticket queue. She wasn't saying much but we exchanged a wry glance.
As we walked away after making sure our tickets were visible and we were parked in the marked bay, she looked towards them and shouted 'Arse!'. Yeah, that's telling them.
