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 I didn’t say anything about this, because I was pissed, but half way through re-formatting my computer a few months ago, after I’d transfered my big files(read: portfolio, and other major work type stuff) onto my ipod temporarily, and deleted them off my hard drive, the stupid peice of shiney white crap stopped hooking up to my compute properly. Tried it on a couple of other computers and the bastard refused to show up. I was rather mad for a while and busied myself with other projects(in a fit of “What? Me need portfolio? ” denial). It was working perfectly fine as a music unit, I just couldn’t get crap off there that I no longer wanted showing up when I was listening on random and LOST HALF OF THE CONTENTS OF MY HARD DRIVE. So today I finally worked through the rigamarol of printing out forms and labels and taking the dear little thing(I have love/hate issues with it) to the post office, where it was lovingly packaged by Jan(yeah, I know the lady at the post office’s name) who said a lot of people have been returning them. I grumbled about how I paid enough for it to off and die like that.
In the mean time, here is a photo of Snuffy, doll sitting. Or the dolls sitting on her. Seconds before she hopped up.
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Miss H here with a public service announcement:
In both year 10 and year 12 in high school, I successfully avoided going to my formals. I was a loner, dotty, a rebel as well as a riot grrl and would rather have stayed home writing zines and making friends with cool people around the country than spend craploads of money on an ugly dress and go and hang out with the same people that I hang out with all day in a new environment, and do you know what?
I HAVE NEVER REGRETTED IT.
Not once. So ner. Everyone told me that I would regret it, especially as I got older, but I’ve found it has been the opposite, I am so proud of myself for not giving in to peer pressure, and spending my formal dress money on a guitar and amp(which I don’t even play any more, but it was a useful teen angst catharsis tool).
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This week, I’ve gone Polymer clay mad! For a while, even though they’re cliched and sooo last year, I’ve been obsessed with making skull buttons to sew onto random stuff, and I figured polymer clay would be perfect, so I brought some, did some research and got to it! I shaped them using knitting needles and crochet hooks and an inky pen, which had a lovely domed end. When I baked them, I enclosed the baking tray(lined with ungreased, plain cheapo baking paper, not the ‘glad’ stuff) with a metal pudding bowl, which trapped the fumes and stopped the house from being filled with plastic fumes. The dolly mixture idea came about when I saw some really cute japanese jewellery made out of tiny lolly beads, and I made them in the same way that you would make really dolly mixture, or rock candy. When I was 10, I stood transfixed at the rock candy shop at the Big Banana, watching confectioners fashion intricately shaped rock candy out of big sheets of moulten sugar. I knew it would come in handy one day. Here it is sitting in a bowl, looking tempting. Fenella with a skull button on her beanie
I should also note that I’m always uploading photos to my flickr, and if you want to see backdated crafty projects, and a zillion photos of my dolls, it is the best place to check, since my website has devolved from it’s former glory to a pitifully infrequently updated blog. |
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 This here is a scarf that I knitted over two evenings, because I was in the middle of a mid winter slump, where I realised that I hadn’t knitted anything substantial all winter, though I have two jumpers and a huge lacey shawl on the go.
This was quick and fairly easy, I used life lines(2), at the beginning of every repeat. It’s a fairly small scarf, in the league of a neckwarmer, and the wool was handspun from a merino/mohair blend and hand painted in a rainbow dying workshop! It is nice to throw around ones neck when venturing out into the cold.
I’m loving cravat style scarves at the moment, they’re so much less cumbersome and heavy, which is lovely if you don’t live somewhere too frosty, but are a whinger about the cold, much like myself.
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