Here is a sneaky peak of the liner for my pair of mens trousers. 
They’ll bring out the animal in him.  
 And this is for a gentlemens delicate area, I don’t know the name of it, I’m just calling it the
‘sweaty bit’
And this is pure experimentation.  A knitted 4 ply (half a dead sock) used as a flap on a 
double jetted pocket. 
This evening I have sorted out a leopard skin pattern and am knitting it up using intarsia. 
(intarsia is not my forte) 
And I’ve altered the trouser pattern to hopefully fit hubby although hubby’s final words when chatting to me when I told him of my mercurial ideas.
“well they are not for me then are they”

25th Wedding Anniversary.

I don’t really know what to say. 
Apart from flippin’ ‘eck where have all the years gone. 

Mum and Dad sent us a card, which was lovely.
The boys forgot.  (I need a smiley face with raised eyebrows)

 And hubby sent me a beautiful bouquet of red roses, 25 stems., but many more blooms as some were spray roses.

At the moment I am very busy and so is hubby at his end, so we haven’t met up as yet, but we will and we will do something nice and drink some bubbles and it will all be lovely. 
And we will reminisce about the good times, and wonder what happened to those manic years when we were bringing up two small boys with a menagerie of cats, dogs, chickens, mice and budgies, as we are now heading towards much calmer waters where we can just be.  (Even if we are in different parts of the country!)   
Happy Anniversary darling, I love you so, xxx. 

Watch out, watch out, a pink teddy bear is about!

It all started innocently enough, a conversation over Christmas, I went from horrified to laughter in about sixty seconds.
You see after the operation, son no.2 was left with a huge area that he has no feeling in.  We have warned him about barbeque’s, standing too close to the cooker/oven and generally anywhere that we felt that he could be burnt.  We had forgotten about warning him about hot water bottles, well rather we had, we had mentioned that he must cover them and left it at that. 
Son no.2’s house at Uni is very cold and they are poor students so the heating is only turned on enough to prevent the pipes from freezing, half an hour twice a day, so his aran weight woolly jumper and hot water bottle are getting well used.  And he simply fell asleep on his covered hot water bottle, but because there is no feeling he ended up with two very deep burns that were long and thin, but extremely deep.  By the time I saw them they had very deep scabs on them and I’ve since had the conversation, ‘just because you can’t feel it, doesn’t mean it might not need medical attention’.  
So after I had squeeked for a bit, the conversation quickly turned to onsie’s and how practical that would be for him, I suggested a pink bunny rabbit with big floppy ears and he laughed like a drain at that idea and the conversation moved onto other things. 
Although, I hadn’t forgotten about it.  
So I went hunting in the Boxing day sales for pink fleece and found some at John Lewis for £5.00 a metre and promptly bought five meters.  And then rummaging through the pattern books I found this, which was perfect. I would have sewn the lion, but there was nothing in the sale that would suit it.  A pink teddy bear it was.
I cut out the pattern, added six inches to the body as I know that is where his height is on his body and made sure that should I need to alter it, the long zip wouldn’t be too long and I could easily take some length back off the body.  And then I cut out the fabric and breathed life into it. 
And as you all know, I have a lovely hubby who was willing to model this for me and he looked as cute as a button in it.  
 The head isn’t attached, its made separately and has a couple of press studs at the front to keep it on.
 And as we all know, a teddy bear stands or falls by his ears, and these came out quite well.  Although it was fiddly sewing them afterwards, I thought they would be inserted into seams but they weren’t.
 There are spats to cover shoes or slippers
 and to complete the look there are mittens. 
I can only guess what this teddy bear is going to get up to, I suspect he will have alot of fun.

Twelfth Night.

I’ve just got time to squeeze in a Christmassy photograph before we lose all things twinkly for another year – unless like me you favour twinkling lights about your home in the depth of winter.  Currently I have rather fetching sets of white, warm white and red twinkling lights set into the grates of the open fire places, much less work than a real fire but just as pretty.
I have been trying to get to Facing the Modern – The Portrait in Vienna 1900 at the National Gallery for most of the autumn and for one reason or another I was thwarted time and time again.  So last week, left to my own devices I took full advantage and headed off to Trafalgar Square.
 We had intended to go to Trafalgar Square for New Years Eve, but it was not meant to be, so there I was two days late and even though I was late, I was just as excited.  I love this snapshot, it has a touch of a Victorian oil painting about it, so timeless with its double decker red buses and red street lights in the distance, there is something about it, that reminds me of something I’ve seen, but I can’t remember by whom.  Maybe a bit Lowery with his use of red dots in windows and lights to draw the eye into his paintings, I’m not sure but it is lovely.
 And the National Gallery was looking equally beautiful, I always promise myself to spend more time there, I always fail, maybe this year I will.
But before I leave you with just the faintest memory of a moment in Trafalgar Square, the pretty lights, the atmosphere of Christmas, fading quickly as the clock strikes 12,
I wouldn’t want to be woken up at daybreak by this big blue cock !
Isn’t he magnificent.
Just, “Wow”

New Year 2014.

As I carefully put away the sum total of my Christmas decorations in my home in London,

(which by the way I don’t mind, I quite like the minimalist look here, it suits the place) 

my mind is drawn to the year 2014 and what plans and dreams to put in place. 
And I could waffle on about diet, exercise, gifts of time and energy etc, etc. and some would get broken almost immediately and some would weigh heavy on my mind until I eventually cast them aside.
So I have one and I think its a good one.
Be Happy. 
Not to the exclusion or harm of others, but in essence that is it. 
And may I wish you all happiness in return, 
Happy New Year Everyone.