This past weekend was full of many things, including yarny faces... but more of that later. Lets go chronologically.eight hours less untangling than last time) and the winding of a big, beautiful ball... which I think I'll just look at for a bit longer, before working with it.
the blue dress into many small balls of yarn (from whence it came). The dress was so very nearly right, but far from perfect. I'm going to rework it, and hope that this time I get it closer to just right.
Saturday was hat-making day, which is always fun. Thanks ladies for a lovely day. (And I hope that you three interstate gals made it back safe and sound.)
Saturday night was party night - two birthday do's in two separate parts of town. Lots of friends from different parts of life and lots of discovering the 3 degrees of separation that seem to divide all of us.
And despite getting home at a reasonable (read: embarrassingly early) hour, I still managed to have a fantastically long sleep in on Sunday.
Melbourne turned on one of those glorious spring days that it does so very well. Blue, blue, blue sky..... perfect cycling weather.
It was also perfect yarn-bombing weather.
The spirit of the crafting community, and the community of Brunswick shone as brightly as the beautiful yarny blooms.... It's a beautiful memorial for a beautiful young life cut tragically short.
(Ahem... and yes, that would be the Irish tricolour that my girl and I machine-knitted, up there with the flowers).world's most livable city and old, much-loved friends. Walks in the sunshine and long, lingering, late lunchy sort of beer-garden behaviour...
..which crusied into an evening with different old and much-loved friends and another beer garden...
And in between all this, I kept coming back to the blue dress.... Mark II.
New and improved, I hope.
I woke to a Monday morning of things going horribly pear-shaped and inconvenient and generally, pretty annoying. I'm trying to think of all the lovely weekend memories to help me sail on through the week.