We Love Wicket

Wicket the Ewok. Well, I finally finished him (he didn't take that long to crochet, it was all the embroidering his little face and everything that I procrastinated doing for ages, because I'm not so good at that!).

My sister loved him (a birthday present) and while she was unwrapping him (a slow process) the rest of us who knew what it was sat there with these intent looks on our faces, slightly hysterical, trying not to laugh, and my little sister did let out a manic giggle which set the rest of us going for a while. We're all used to crazy otherwise inexplicable behaviour.

So, he was a hit.

The pattern came from here.

And here he is.

If you are still in the dark about who exactly he is meant to be, you need to watch Star Wars (the oldies) and even better, Caravan of Courage, a movie masterpiece from the 80's.

Bequeathments and Coathangers

I love special coathangers. Old wooden painted ones, coloured ones, fabric covered (padded and non-padded) ones, crocheted ones. One of my earliest, nicest memories is of being given a hand-made rabbit coathanger, which I still own.

My late grandma apparently either liked crocheted and special coathangers also. (I also think she probably just thought they were more practical for looking after your clothes). Well, for whatever reason, she obviously had been collecting them from op-shops and wherever and in a roundabout way, I 'inherited' them when she died. It is a varied collection which I shall enjoy arranging in my wardrobes.

Now, this is a very special collection next, which I sort of 'inherited' and by proxy at that. This nanna is not really mine, and has only moved on in the physical, not metaphysical, very final sense.

It is a treasured store of crochet cotton, all different weights and colours, with a few crochet hooks in the mix. There is even an unfinished crochet-edged handkerchief. Do I dare to attempt to finish it? It would be an honour of sorts to finish it, but I think I need to improve my crochet skills first :).

kitchen cupcake love

This is a very special useful nice handy comforting gift my sis bestowed on me on the weekend.

Particularly as my sister was with me the other day when I burst out crying in a particular op-shop and then proceeded to sob for the next I don't know how long, snotted all over the carpet in some other shop, and made a general spectacle of myself.

There was a whole saga involving oven mitts and buying them and them being re-sold and a whole range of (dishonest or thoughtless or both, I'm not exactly sure) and also very rude shop assistants, which all ended up with me crying.

I seem to do an awful lot of crying in public. I never see anyone else walking down the street crying. Do you think other people do? And that people generally don't notice? Or maybe other people don't generally snot everywhere or sob in public? There should be a poll on people crying in the street. Involving free tissue stations as an outcome.

A sister who knows I love pink....

My dog died two weeks ago or so. I'd had her for 7 years and I have been understandably very upset. My sister came over and very kindly gave me this present: