' AMIGURUMI ' Everyone should be doing it!

look what I just discovered... oh the excitement is too much.. !

Those ingenius Japanese have done it again, and I love it! woo woo

Amigurumi is “the Japanese art of crocheting small animals or toys.  The dolls are done in single crochet in the round.  The rounds are never joined, instead being worked in a spiral.  Amigurumi are made up of parts that are crocheted, stuffed, and sewn together.  The parts are usually an over-sized round head, a cylindrical body, arms and legs, ears, tail (if needed) and embellishments.  Sometimes, felt is used to create the ears, face, or nose.  Felt can also make some pretty cute embellishments.” – squidoo

I have bought a few books already for Christmas prezzies on Amazon, and of course one for myself..

and you can even get free patterns via this link-  http://freeamigurumipatterns.blogspot.com/

A view from my window.... another one of my poems..

 From here inside I watch my street

The frosty layer on the grass

Protected from the morning chill

exhaling warm breath on the glass.

The rooftops with their icy cloaks

The trees that silhouette the view

All punctuated by the sounds

Of cars and people passing through.

From here inside I watch my street

Herein such warmth and fireglow
Compared to out there such a treat
This week they have predicted snow.

written by Cheryl Powing

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Christmas panic..........

Urgh, just under 5 weeks till Christmas, and the feeling of frenzy is kicking in. The teenagers in the house, all three of them, are telling me that there is nothing in particular that they want this year which is making it worse, I have sat on the internet trying to come up with something to bestow upon them that is original and useful, but have been defeated in my efforts, as I am desperate not to disappoint on Christmas Day. The most important aspect for me, is that everyone is here together, which is a glorious gift in itself, and we will undoubtedly have a flow of visitors, full of festive cheer, and bearing the gifts you wish they hadn't, and that much rehersed face of surprise and delight is getting more difficult every year, along with the shit on TV, watching the same old films, hoping that the ending might have changed since the last time you watched it, but it never does.

Turkeys seem to get more expensive each Yuletide, and even if you don't really like turkey, the tradition takes over your belly and makes it delicious, and the rush to get the oven on at around 10am and the turkey in!.. is 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' that Tim Burton was probably referring to..

 After about a week we all stare at the Christmas tree dreading the great heave of it out through the lounge window and the careful packing away of the decorations, all that hard work and woop it's all over.. Then there's the SALES, which quite frankly scare the shit out of me, all those desperate shoppers, in their new scarves and jumpers, racing about buying stuff they really wanted for Christmas but didn't get, 'WELL MAKE A FUCKING LIST NEXT TIME!'.. and the stuff in the sales is never in your size, or the right colour, it's a total chaotic waste of bloody time, unless you want to camp out on Boxing Day, there aren't many real bargains to be had, my suggestion is.. don't bother, or, stay home and shop online the sales are there to be had at the click of your keyboards, and there's less of a traffic jam getting to my computer at home.


Then it's New Years Eve, and that party you know you should go to, or everyone will think you are being anti-social, when you'd rather stay home and watch Jules Holland, and eat the remains of your chocolate stash. My problem is I don't drink, and a party that goes on that long into the night is just a series of still images of everyone deteriorating physically and mentally, flirting with your husband, and having what they feel is a meaningful conversation about absolutely nothing, which is a total waste of effort because they don't remember anything about it the next hour less alone the next day.
And zoom back to my festive, 'thank you I'm having a great time' face and that's when my wristwatch becomes most visited, because all I've got to do is get to midnight and then I'm home and dry, unless of course it's pissing down..

Oh beautiful chickens!!

Today my beloved chickens were looking a bit wet and muddy.. still gorgeous though..

My fear and loathing of Firework Night..

Here we go again, 'Firework Night' actually its 'Firework Month' it's the 4th of November today and it's already started....
I feel aggrieved by its canon of importance, and how Mr Guy Fawkes's plot to blow up the king has now become a bright night of festivities, the truth is he was nothing but a terrorist, and we commemorate his failure to blow our crowned head to kingdom come with that relief in mind...The poor bastard was hung drawn and quartered, on the 31st of January 1606 which was over two months after he had been captured, those were the days of justice.. haha, these days he would have been imprisoned with his own colour tv and mobile phone, and been released in 10 years for being a good catholic. Then they would have made a Hollywood fim about him, starring Johnny Depp.

The other thing I hate is how you cannot detach yourself even if you choose to, even if you stay at home trying to mind your own business, you are subjected to the invasion of fireworks popping and screaching all bloody night long, not to mention our poor pets, as one of our dogs, spends the whole evening trembling and panting in sheer terror.

I definitely think the sale of fireworks should be banned for sale to the public, controlled displays are the only sensible answer, since these hazardous sticks of dynamite, always fall into the wrong hands with devastating injuries, go ask the casualty and burns departments of each of our local hospitals they will tell you.
Also if you couldn't buy fireworks, we could draw a line under the celebrated weekend, and all relax.

D'you know what? I googled 'Firework Injuries' and the images were too awful for words.
So I'm posting a nice one....