Meetup tonight, at South of the Border. I haven’t been there for years, and unfortunately it wasn’t as good as it used to be. Otakuu (who’s up in Christchurch visiting family) seemed impressed by her dessert, though, described in the menu as a “Prickly Dick”:
I tend to treat cross-stitch patterns as more of a guideline than something I have to strictly follow, and like to add my own personal touches, especially when I’m making a gift. And this secret project was no exception. Here’s the photo from the magazine I took the pattern from: As you can see, I…
It’s just as fiddly as I remembered it, but I’m slowly making progress. (Oh, and Yetzirah, I do sometimes use the multi-needle trick, but I don’t think I have enough needles to cover all the colours just in one of those swirls in the border!) My other creative project for the weekend was baking a…
First, proof that my trip down to Alexandra was constructive as well as being restful – I spent a very enjoyable day playing in Mum’s craft room again: I kind of cheated with these ones, because I relied on stickers a lot, but they’re still fun, I reckon. There’s another batch as well, but they…
We were running a bit late, so littlemave suggested that instead of the others waiting for us, they should set out, and we’d head them off at the pass (for once I could see the value of cellphones!). [And now I illustrate the danger of leaving writing your diary for a couple of weeks, because…
Another contribution to the convention arrived today: a box of books from Sherlockfan in Wellington. She wanted to come to the convention, but couldn’t make it, so she sent some books to be released on her behalf instead. It was an interesting mix of books she sent: A Morbid Taste for Bones by Ellis Peters…
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