Mittens

Last week, me and my BF went to visit our second home, Kalix in Sweden. We always pay a visit to the local second hand bookstore, since my BF's best friend works there. They always have a game of chess, while I snoop around in the books. I can never leave the shop without buying something: This time, I bought a book about Saami live as it used to be (in Swedish but with a lot of pictures) and two handmade shopping bags (which I can't show because I will be using one to swap with my buddy in the US).

And then ...

I almost bought one of these :

These are hand knitted, pure wool, Swedish, made-by-somebody's-mum, mittens !!!

I especially liked the one with the white flowers on it and tried it on several times. They fitted so snugly on my hands and are warm and soft.

But ...

Horribly expensive ...

So this is what I'm doing now: trying to knit my own mittens and getting all obsessed about it.

Oh well, I have until next winter to get them finished, don't I ?

Pie Anyone ?

I am very happy to tell you that today, 7 january 2009, I dropped my first toy for the Toy Society !
I did it on my way to work, on my favorite spot. It's a little piece of nature with a cycle path, between the Paola Children's hospital and the University of Antwerp. I love it because of the amount of bunnies that hop around there at dawn. The toy that I made, was a crochet piece of pie, together with a crochet cup of coffee ... Yay, I know, sounds odd, but I think they look kinda cute, no ?
It was horribly cold when I made my drop and very icy on the cycle path, but I made it: I put Belgium on the Toy Society map ! In the evening ... it was gohone ! And then the worrying starts : will they find a good home ? Will people treat them nicely ? Awww ... Let's hope we get a response soon from them ...
Hugs and love,
Faluche
http://thetoysociety.blogspot.com/

Sheeting

Arthur loves sheeting, it doesn't matter where or under what warm blanket. Kruimel hates sheeting, but loves attacking moving blankets. It's a symbiosis around here, so lovely it almost hurts ...

My first homemade video, filmed with my photo camera :o)))

Kids

Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough for you : No not pregnant, 'k
Reason:



Sorry Mum ...

Binary ego tripping

A lot of ego's in one room. Big expectations, but only half of them will be fulfilled. Killer mood taking over brains. The enemy sitting down opposite me, friendly guy... no! enemy! Shake hands, be polite and be quiet.
Concentration, players around are still chatting, shhhh ... ut up, trying to focus here.

One hour gone, the battle is still going on, slight advantage for me, nice position. Opponent is scratching his head. Braincells are activated and warmed up.
Did I close the front door ? That doesn't matter now, try to keep your thoughts on the board.

Have to get up from the table. Suspense is killing me, adrenaline pumping in my veins. Going to wash my hands. Sneaking outside the room, the air is getting bad inside. Too many men in one room. Did I put on too much perfume ? Hard to fit in the gang if you are the only woman among 45 men. Escaped the room now, footsteps behind me. 'Are you winning?', Kind voice whispering. Making my opponent sigh, at least that's something...

Into the damp room again, shall I open a window ? It's getting cold outside and windy. Carefully walking over to the notice board. Hey, little prince being born ! Another baby boomer, shall I make a present ? Sit down and start thinking again, woman!

Board on the other table is ready. A lot of gestures, heavy Antwerp dialect explaining, polite reply in soft words. An ego is hurt, but I cannot figure out which.

Starting to get tired now, wanting to sleep, it's getting so late. Only six people struggling with black and white. Zzzz ...

Chess is like computers, you can have a nice interface, performance and speed, but in the end, all that matters are the 1's and the 0's
... damn, lost again. (picture that I drew when I was a teenager and following the 'Zondagsschaak' lessons. I call it: 'Dame neemt Paard' ... I think only teenage chess players understand the joke ... )