Showing posts with label Sweet Peas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweet Peas. Show all posts

Thursday, 18 May 2017

Rangas, Records and other things that don't begin with R.

There have been lots of things happening in the Amazona household over the past month.
So much in fact that poor Blog has been feeling quite neglected.
Firstly this has been happening...



No, I did not buy a new generator.

This is the first box I packed as we begin to pack up our little house and move only a short distance away to set up a fresh new home with the Bear. After several years of living between 2 houses (although mostly in mine), my gorgeous Bear and I are shacking up. Blending fams so to speak. It's a little bit exciting!

And a little bit sad because whilst my little house is getting old and a bit worn, I'll miss my big backyard with the eternally fruiting lemon tree. And the rainbow lorikeets that flock to the nashi pear trees in February. The fig tree that has only just started growing figs. And I will really miss our suburb. So close to the beach and with a lovely community spirit.

In an effort to get the Bears house ready for Spring, a few weeks ago we dug up a patch in the garden, set up a massive trellis and sowed a line of Sweet Pea seeds.
After they popped up their little seedling heads, the snails ate all but one. 🐌🌱

A couple of weeks ago, I gave up my Saturday morning sleep in and trudged into the Melbourne CBD to display a bit of redheaded ranting at the 2nd Annual Ginger Pride Rally!


Melbourne City council obviously thought so many gingernuts, rangas, coppertops and flaming tomatoes with their famous firey tempers were bound to cause trouble so there were crowd control wardens...

"Hey Jim, watch out for the one in boots. She looks like she's about to riot!"
"No worries Fred. I've got enough pepper spray to light up the whole bag of carrots..."

Gingers, duracells, matchsticks and freckle faced carrot tops of all shades were represented. Non-gingers were also welcome but had to be accompanied by a BloodNut friend or family member.

Because Star Wars inspired slogans make everything cool...

A non- ginger hides his shameful brown fuzz with an appropriately coloured scarf.

There were games of ginger beer pong, and even a ginger speed dating booth for those of you wanting to help spread the MC1R gene by doing the wild thang with a genu-wine Fanta pants!

The SPF50+ sunscreen and ginger beer flowed freely as pale skinned Titian creatures frolicked under the partly cloudy skies. 

There were flamed haired rock bands starting with local Melbourne band The Vanns.


Many of us frequently scampered to the shade of the small trees in Federation Square when the sun peeked from behind the clouds lest we sizzle like sliced tomatoes on the bbq.
 
The Rally also raised money for the Alannah & Madeline Foundation which raises awareness & funds to help stop bullying against children (including little rangas!)

There was loads of camera-people running around taking photos and videos. Finding myself in some of the photos of this Daily Mail article was a little bit like looking at those Where's Wally books. Can you find me?

We all like, totally felt like celebrities, like totally....
 

1500 of us marched and chanted from Federation Square and around Alexandria Gardens. The march organisers led rousing chants with megaphones such as:

"R.A.N.G.A! We will never go away!"

"We're proud! We're red! We're really good in bed!"


I am hoping the parents of our little baby rangas didn't let the kiddies chant that last one...

There were even some orange & red flowers along the way showing solidarity...


 
In crochet news, I have also been crocheting a lovely light blue cardigan from a pattern I found in an old copy of Simply Crochet magazine. Issue 34 to be precise.


It's called the Cream Soda Lacy Cardigan by Annalies Baes. I love how this already fits so well.
The pattern calls for Malabrigo Arroyo Merino and 4 and 4.5mm hooks. 

However I have 3 balls of light blue 5ply acrylic. I had bought them by accident thinking they were DK, and because I never use 5ply, thought they'd sit there unused. However after creating a swatch for this pattern decided to use them but crocheting with 3 and 3.5mm hooks.

I love love love this old Rod Stewart compilation. The cover is in the shape of a scotch glass.

Since Bear gave me a record player for Christmas, I have been finding gorgeous 2nd hand vinyls in op shops, and by raiding Bears record collection. I did still have some of my own left over from when I ditched my last record player after it died nearly 10 years ago.

It's been so lovely to make a cuppa, pop on one of these classic LPs and crochet this lovely cardigan.


Me and Ian Anderson go waaaaay back. I used to listen to my dads original copy of Thick As A Brick over and over again.

The busy-ness of life has seriously interfered with pattern writing time.
I have been trying to finish editing and photographing my latest mandala for nearly, or morely a month.  (yes I know 'morely' isn't a proper word but it sounds like it should be!)
 
I did finish one, then realised my stitch count was all wrong. So instead of frogging it, I finished it off, then started another.



I really love the colours in this mandala. I used the same cottons as my arm mitts but also added some gold thread.
 


Would you believe good old Susi Q has been amazing for inspiring wild, colourful mandalas?
 

I finally finished my mandala that has been remade and perfected over the past couple of months.  I guess it has been inspired by the 70s glam rock that I've been listening to lately such as Suzi Quatro and The Sweet (I love love love Ballroom Blitz!).
Check it out!


Stay tuned as I publish the pattern in the next day or two!


So in between cardigans, mandalas, Ranga Rallies, and moving house I am also planning a rather amazing little excursion to a place FAR FAR away.

A place where I never imagined visiting.

A place which feels a teensy bit intimidating but exciting!

It has been very 'spur of the moment' as I have a family member getting married and I was thrilled they thought to invite me but they don't exactly live 5 minutes down the road...

I'm going to keep it under my belt for a little longer yet. I'll let you know where I'm going when it gets closer to the time!

Like seriously people. Do you ever have those times when nothing happens for ages, then everything, like all of the really big things happen at once?

It's like life is nice a sleepy. A little dull, but in a nice sleepy way, then someone sticks a firecracker under your bum! Startling, makes you jump, maybe swear, but with lots of pretty colours.

Thanks for visiting!

xox
Louise
The Red Haired Amazona

Saturday, 12 November 2016

Rules for Kids: let Mum pee alone. K, thx.

This image may or may not represent some of what this weeks blog post is about.
Image source unknown, but not mine. K, thx


As a human being and a mother, I don't have many strict rules for my kids.


There's the usual like:

  1. Don't make people dead or hurt.  
  2. Don't lie to Mum.  
  3. Don't do drugs until you're old enough to not be living with Mum and not the really, really bad ones. Which is most of them. And after that don't tell Mum. And do all that while obeying Rule No.2.
  4. Don't be mean to other people or animals. 
  5. Treat everyone with respect. Unless they are being an asshole to you. Then take the high road and find clever ways to get back at them without being an overt asshole (eg don't be racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, etc etc), so they don't realize you've made them look stupid until you're far enough away that they can't hit you. 
  6. Don't disrespect Mums music. Holy Janice Joplin you'll be in trouble if you speak against the mighty Foo Fighters or any band Mum has a tshirt for.
There are a few others which generally confirm to societal norms, or I make up on the spot, but one of the more important ones is:
  1. Unless the kitchen has exploded, ninjas are busting through the front door or you really need to use it yourself, Don't bug Mum while she is on the toilet.

Now I don't know about you but there are certain places where you should just be left in peace. The toilet is No.1 on my list.

In your household, how many times do little people come banging down the door, yelling random things at you through the door, or even try and come in to tell you something while you're in there?

As parents and as human beings aren't we all entitled to a little peace and privacy while we take care of our least attractive bodily functions? We don't have to share EVERYTHING with our families. Sure we should do everything we can for our babies but we don't have to sacrifice ALL OF THE THINGS for our kids. Like time alone on the loo. Who wants to have pairs of little eyes watching you wipe your bum? Seriously Ladies!

Some people are totally ok with leaving the door open and having conversations with any passersby while having a pee. Some couples view this as a sharing part of their relationship.

Not this Amazona.

From a young age, when little people come yelling down the corridor, "MUUUUUUMMMM!!! THE TV ISNT ON/ I WANNA BISCUIT/ CAN MY MATE BRUCE COME OVER? MUMMMM THE CROC ATE MY HOMEWORK!!!!"  while I'm ensconced in the old water closet, I first ask:

"Do you need to go to the toilet?"
"No"
"Is the kitchen on fire?"
"No"
"Are there ninjas busting down the front door?"
"No"
"Are you dying?"
"No"
"Then it can wait till I get out!"

In the Bears previous relationship, he was used to being walked in on while on the throne by all members of the family for any reason at all. And he'd sit there, sigh and answer their questions.

After we started dating, he relayed this information to me.

I looked deep into his lovely green eyes and said, "Babes. I love you and I promise I never, ever, EVER want to walk in while you're on the loo and talk to you about ANYTHING! Your peace in the throne room is guaranteed."

I think that's when he fell in love with me.

So it was startling when the other evening I happened to be in there (let's not go into details Ladies), and Sonofagun No.2 comes thundering down the hallway. For an 7 year old he does an awfully good impression of a herd of elephants.

SOG2: "MUUUUUUMMMMM MUUUUUUUMMMM!!!!!!!"

Amazona says through the toilet door: "What? Is every thing ok? Do you need to wee?"

SOG2:  "No."

Amazona: "Is the kitchen on fire?"

SOG2: "No"

Amazona: "Are there ninjas busting down the front door?"

SOG2: "No"

Amazona: "Are you dying?"

SOG2: "No"

Amazona: "Then it can wait!"

SOG2: "But it's important!!"

Amazona: "What is it?"

SOG2: "I have to tell you there's something bigger than the Milky Way. It's the Universe. And in the Universe is like, stars and other planets, and like they're bigger than Earth. And like, there's kabillions of other Milky Ways and other universes in this bigger thing called the Multiverse. And yeah... Can I have ice cream?" Yep. Hello parenting.

It's so been so wonderful having a growing teenaged Sonofagun No.1. Now he can reach the top cupboard for mummys wine glasses when she needs a Medicinal Moscato.
 
In other news, apparently it's Spring.

But down here in Melbourne, long sunny Spring days have been few and far between #crazymelbourneweatherisgivinglocalsthes**ts


On the occasional sunny day, I've been enjoying the beautiful scent of jasmine, sweet peas and crab apple blossom. I love those scents!

One of my potted roses is also blooming. I seem to have lost the label but I think this is one of the David Austin roses.


I haven't really done anything in the garden this year. It is a bit of a mess. But the regulars keep coming back each year...




This morning the weather was really windy, with clouds threatening rain, and some sun. I decided to take a long walk along the local beach. Despite the wind, it felt good to stretch my legs after a yummy big breakfast of bacon & eggs.

The rain stayed away from our part of the city, while a storm whips up in the middle of Port Phillip Bay (on the right of the photo)




Some beautiful roses from someone's front yard.

I have been steadily working on a project with my Best Bloggy Buddy Vicki from Off the Hook. It definitely has been a challenge to create something with a 100gm skein of variegated yarn, that's for sure! Stay tuned for that one!


Whenever I need to take a break from focussing on one project, I go to my messy tray of bright cottons and whip up a mandoily (mandala/ doily).






I love experimenting with the colour combinations. I am not exactly a colour expert. I don't find it easy to choose palettes (that's why I have a whole Pinterest board devoted to colour combos!)

The challenge with going round and round using different stitches is keeping it even so the circle doesn't get too tight from too few increases, or start to buckle from too many increases.  Alot of frogging happens!

xox
Louise
The Red Haired Amazona

Sunday, 22 November 2015

The Busy End of the Year

We all know things start to get a bit busy at this time of year.  But it still surprises me every time!

It's been a couple of weeks since I last popped my head into Amazona Blogland. For busy reasons.

My weekday office job has been a bit busy-ish, both the Sonofaguns are almost at the end of the school year which means lots of end of year excursions, concerts, dinners and getting ready for next year preparations are already kicking in.

Especially for Sonofagun No.1 who finishes from his school this year.

Victorians are weird. As in the state, not the era.
Back where I come from in the Imperial City, grommits (the affectionate Aussie slang term for kids, not the medical devices used to expel earwax) first go to Primary School from Kindergarten to 6th grade, then High school which is Year 7 to Year 10, then College for yrs 11 & 12, then out into the big crazy word of university, technical college or apprenticeships.

There are now some schools there which go from Kindy to year 12, but whateves. It's straight forward.

Down here in crazy Victoria where the football is kicked around by lanky basketballers in tighty tight pants (yes Warwick Capper. I'm talking about you.) and singlets, most schools seem to go from Prep (their weird name for kindy) to year 9. Then Senior college is from year 10 to 12.

I'm a bit out of touch with the football world, but apparently since retiring from AFL, Mr Capper has since dabbled in acting, politics and pornos. source: Wikipedia. So it must all be true.

Sonofagun No.1 is ending his first batch of school years to start Senior College next year.

So what is the most thoughtful, well considered thing a Senior College can do to parents who are trying to help their kids finish up the school year, wrap up their own work stuff, get ready for all those End of Year Xmas parties and start thinking about shopping for Christmas?

Send them all the wonderful book list and invoices for school fees for next year of course!

All payable just before Christmas!

Why thank you! How incredibly THOUGHTFUL!
Why don't you give me a papercut and pour lemon juice on it?

That's my Sunday afternoon exasperation over with.

In more fun news, I finished Henry J. Fox!

I found the pattern in a copy of Simply Crochet magazine Issue. 35 and he was designed by Yan Schenkel.

After spending so much head space designing Stevie Bird and Pearly the Hummingbird, I wanted to just let go and be led along by someone else for a little while, so he was a nice, easy diversion. It was so easy to follow the instructions and worked up in just a few days!
crochet amigurumi fox
































Isn't he handsome?

I've also been writing up a quick tutorial for a cute little Christmas Star Garland.  If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, you may have already seen a few of my pics.

There are so many different variations on this theme out there in Crochetland.  I did a bit of research and am hopeful this pattern isn't already out there. I'm almost finished writing up the tutorial to post in the next few days.

Sonofagun No.2 decided Baby Penguin & Captain Fluff had to see what Mama Amazona was doing...

Yes there'll also be a stitch graph for the graphically minded of you!

I have also been attempting to sort through some over flowing shelves of crap treasures.  You only get my After photo. The Before photo was a dusty mess!


Our Melbourne Spring has continued to display it's usual buffet style weather.  I received a call from someone in Queensland last week who asked "How's the weather down there?"

"Oh well, this morning it was rainy, then windy, then sunny, now it's rainy but it's supposed to clear up soon."
"So the usual Melbourne weather," they replied!
But today has been just beautiful so I took a few gratuitous flower pics...







free crochet tutorial

Just before I sign off, I thought I'd show you some pics I posted on Facie yesterday afternoon.

My BBB (best bloggy buddy) Vicki from Off the Hook and I were comparing the weather in her section of the world and mine.  We took photos at around the same time right there and then!

Here in Melbourne....


And up on the other side of the world, Vicki took this photo...

What's happening in your corner of the world?

xox
Louise
The Red Haired Amazona

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Procrastination. It's the garden's fault....

Today it's so gorgeous outside, it's like the weather is just showing off.  And it's my day off. Isn't it funny how in order to make ourselves feel like we've done something with our day, we have to fill it with Things To Do lists?

This weekend we are embarking on a journey to the Imperial City (Canberra) for a family birthday. I can hardly wait. My family rocks. We enjoy each others company, we drink The Wine, laugh out loud and alot. We say outrageously, hilarious things, drink more of The Wine and laugh a lot more.
So I was required to compile the dreaded Things To Do list and do them to get ready for the trip.

One of the best things to make you feel like you're powering through the TTD list is write down some things you've already done, then cross them off.  We all do this. It makes us feel like we've accomplished something.

I am also a chronic procrastinator. I'm doing it right now. Blog writing was not on the TTD list. And it certainly won't help get ready for going away. But I've subconsciously included it the process via my vast powers of procrastination.  It it goes like this:

1. Get out of bed.

2. Have a shower and breakfast.

3. wash clothes then get asked by sonofagun no.2 to get out the colouring in books and textas which leads to me sitting down and colouring in with him for 40 mintues then have a cup of coffee

4. vacuum car then get stuck chatting with the old lady from up the road for 20 minutes which almost progresses to a cup of tea until i remember the TTD list

5. pay yearly RACV insurance then pop a quick call through to BFF in Kiama to catch up coz it was her son's bday the other day then have another cup of coffee

6. clean kitchen then think it would look nice with some flowers so go outside to pick flowers, then spend 10 minutes finding just the right jug and arranging them in said jug

7. pack kids bags then start cleaning sonofagun no.1's room which is gross. bloody teenagers. then boil the jug to make a cup of coffee but discover my lukewarm cup of coffee from before and drink that. blech.

8. hang out washing which leads to thinking how gorgeous the garden is, so I might just take a few photos. Then I start taking a short video of the budgie trying to say 'pretty birdie' which takes 15 minutes because he's decided he can't be bothered , then sonofagun no. 2 asks for morning tea so I make some for him and me, then sit in front of the computer while I have my morning tea then think about putting some gratuitous flower photos on the interwebs so I can share their gorgeous colours with everyone.

9. pack my bag

10. load movies on the Tablet for the trip etc ...


See what I mean?

So for the procrastinating garden pics?

 This is a tribute to all the hayfever sufferes out there. Thankfully I am not one of them. Can shove my face right into any pretty flowery type thing and inhale it like a bong.


Gratuitous garden bed pic.


 My first attempt at lilies. They are the most amazing drag queens of the garden. Love.


I am totally in love with Queen Anne's Lace. It just flops all over the place like Harry Stiles' fringe.


Sweet peas are compulsory. That is all.

Right. OK. I didn't include my entire TTD list because that would be tedious. I must do everything on the list before I head off this afternoon for the much anticipated appointment with my lovely local tattoo artist to complete the finishing touches on my Granny Square tattoo. Yes, Granny Square tattoo.
Happy Hump Day!

xox
Louise

The Red Haired Amazona