tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47401440477523104342024-03-15T04:32:41.178+10:00lexyjane and luluWhere a slightly loopy Australian knitter muses randomly on knitting, family, stuff, and the occasional trip in Lulu, her purple Corolla hatchback.Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-74377529510862808972015-12-02T11:45:00.000+10:002015-12-02T14:00:39.413+10:00Still messyIt's been almost a year since my last post.
Things have changed, but not necessarily in ways we would have liked.
I'm now 1/3 of the way through my MBA, the boy is now 12 and will be starting high school next year. I had tendinosis in my wrist earlier in the year and had to wear a wrist splint for a few months. I stopped knitting and crocheting altogether and I'm still mostly Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-65327226867335495152015-01-08T12:09:00.002+10:002015-01-08T13:56:24.456+10:00UntidyEverything feels like a bit of a mess, which seems to be a fairly crappy way to start the new year, but it is what it is.
The house is untidy, I'm halfway through about four million things with no motivation to finish any one of them. That means that the materials for the projects are strewn everywhere, and the untidiness is starting to get to even me, which is saying something because messinessLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-76880621336366990782014-09-01T12:32:00.003+10:002014-09-01T12:32:58.528+10:00Screaming on the insideAnother day passes.....
Mum is feeling okay - most days now she is only napping for a few hours in the afternoon and she feels well enough to do some gentle exercise and chores around the house. It's good to talk to her in the evenings and find her cheery and upbeat.
But even this is a reminder that she is only doing this well because she's had a break from the chemo, so this cycle had Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-54945604917383043292014-08-24T10:03:00.001+10:002014-08-25T09:12:35.161+10:00And the daffodils look lovely todayLast Friday was Daffodil Day, the Cancer Council's major national fundraising day. I stumbled onto a banner ad asking for volunteers when I was looking on their site for some information a few weeks ago and thought it was a great opportunity for me to do something - not that any money I helped to raise would be of great assistance to Mum, but future research may prevent someone else's family fromLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-19268833234629624922014-08-24T09:47:00.000+10:002014-08-24T09:47:11.888+10:00And suddenly, everything changes.Just over a month ago, my Mum was diagnosed with stomach cancer. This blog has been dormant for a long time, but it has occurred to me that it would be a good place for me to do the general screaming at the universe thing that I feel like I need to do at the moment. Not because I think it will fix anything, but maybe getting some of this stuff out of my head will do me some good. For the next Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-18146004855044197802014-02-13T16:20:00.003+10:002014-02-13T16:20:42.550+10:00Honestly, I want to see you be brave...I love to sing. In some shape or form, I've done it my whole life. In the car, in the shower, in the kitchen. Occasionally in the supermarket. Sometimes in choirs, and a few times, when I was younger, in musicals.
I sing with a choir now, a beautiful, eclectic, diverse group of lovely, talented, supportive people who have become a second family to me. It's a community choir, with no Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-66246367508511348152012-01-16T10:26:00.000+10:002012-01-16T11:48:54.123+10:00A Little Sister's Dress for a little sister.I love knitting for babies. It's quick and there are so many gorgeous patterns. I have a number of go-to patterns that I keep coming back to because the patterns are well-written and I've had great results - Jacki Kelly's Felix's Cardigan, annypurls' Peace Baby, Georgie Hallam's Rainbow Dress, and the Ribbon-tied Wool Vest from Erika Knight's Simple Knits for Cherished Babies.
But when I found Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-88172207146419623302012-01-11T08:59:00.000+10:002012-01-11T08:59:23.245+10:00Nup. Not even close.I was so confident yesterday that I had sorted everything out. I spoke too soon.
When I went back and re-read the page from Google, I realised that it wasn't that my blog was now on blogspot.com.au, it was that it existed on both domains and as an Australian reader of the blog, I would (randomly?) get sent to blogspot.com.au.
So the fact that I migrated all the comments to the .com.au domain Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-85222913534296402302012-01-10T21:23:00.001+10:002012-01-10T21:36:01.144+10:00By George, she's got it. Or, The day Google moved my blog to Australia.It turned out I didn't have it all right after all. The comments had gone again by this morning and the only seemingly helpful piece of info I could find online suggested that I should ditch my custom blog template and start again from a standard one.
Hence the new look.
It worked, but only for as long as it took for me to work out that I was now back to standard Blogger comments and I had toLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-29398452757044335042012-01-09T13:27:00.000+10:002012-01-09T13:41:07.847+10:00Oops, I think I may have made a mistake
Oops.
Thanks to anyone who has commented over the past few days. (in fact, thank you to anyone who has commented here EVER). I wanted to reply to you and have realised that blogger doesn't give an easy way to reply to comments.
So I did a bit of a search and saw that a lot of people were using DISQUS. All the instructions on the DISQUS site seemed simple, so I took the plunge.
Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-54810584334595879102012-01-08T11:58:00.000+10:002012-01-08T11:58:09.309+10:00No bones about it.We went away for a week and a half from the 24th of December. Drove to Sydney to spend 5 days with my family, then out to Orange to have New Years with the Man's Aunt and Uncle, and came home up the Newell Highway, with a day at Western Plains Zoo on the way. The Man wanted to take his car (which makes sense, as it's larger and much more comfortable to travel in than my tiny hatchback) and as Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-45648240275647350152012-01-06T12:08:00.003+10:002012-01-06T12:47:12.429+10:00I'm baaaack! (at least for the moment)I've always found it a bit tricky when coming back to the blog after an absence. I've come to accept that there are times that I just don't feel like writing, so there are going to be gaps, but after a while I want to write again, and I start mentally composing blog posts and then I stop.....
Herein lies the dilemma. Do I ignore the fact that I've been away, and just post like I was never Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-55087048908443829332011-10-25T14:17:00.002+10:002011-10-25T16:32:25.743+10:00This is what Spring in Brisbane looks likeLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-88206759867938758042011-06-23T14:16:00.001+10:002011-06-23T14:20:25.048+10:00You know you've done well when...Your Mum, to whom you posted the cardigan you knitted for your Grandma, loves it much that your Dad is concerned that she won't give it to Grandma*!
And here, because I have no photos of Grandma's cardigan, is a totally random photo of some lovely oranges from a colleague's backyard tree.
*there is exaggeration here. My Mum loves my Grandma so much that if Grandma liked a sweater I had made Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-45345646727710031542011-06-21T10:47:00.000+10:002011-06-21T10:47:47.651+10:00Monogamy worksBut I can't prove it to you.
I finished Grandma's cardigan last week, sewing on the last of the 12(!) buttons while I was at home sick with a head cold. I washed and blocked it this weekend and put it in a postage satchel and dropped it in at the post office yesterday.
But I forgot to take a photo! Aaargh!
It is finished, I promise!Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-66770513807871540302011-05-29T22:50:00.001+10:002011-05-29T23:04:34.951+10:00MemoriesWhen I was little, on special occasions, my Mum and Dad would make pancakes for breakfast. Mum would get out the cookbook and it would fall open to the pancake recipe (it was the only recipe she ever used from that book, and it had been used so often that the spine was broken at that spot). Mum made the batter, and stood at the stove and cooked, and the rest of us sat on stools at the bench alongLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-1428130377267020762011-05-27T09:03:00.006+10:002011-05-27T09:10:23.017+10:00MonogamyI am still attempting to finish the cardigan which appeared sans sleeve in the previous post. It is a Sprout-growing roots, in the long-sleeve, longer-body variant, knitted with Bendigo Woollen Mills Luxury 10 ply. I'm knitting it for my Grandma, and while she would never put a deadline on it, by my own standards, it's already getting way too late.
It is starting to get pretty cold in Sydney Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-78359968705938964432011-05-20T13:18:00.006+10:002011-05-20T13:25:26.442+10:00AffirmationYea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sleeves, I will fear no evil, for I am a knitter, and even though I hate knitting sleeves and I've already knit this whole sleeve and unraveled it because I got the tension wrong, no stinking tube of knitted fabric is going to beat me!
Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-82170294601696690182011-05-19T07:57:00.003+10:002011-05-19T08:59:43.431+10:00SurprisesIt was rather cloudy and dark outside this morning, and then a sudden rain squall decided to dump on me on my walk to work so I wasn't feeling at my happiest, but then I looked up and saw this.
It's just light shining through raindrops, but rainbows make me smile. How about you? Are you a fan of rainbows too?Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-36565258939203518842010-11-14T18:03:00.002+10:002011-05-19T10:40:27.479+10:00I’m still hereI thought I’d better pop in and let you know that I’m still alive and still doing stuff, I just haven’t really been able to put enough cohesive thoughts together for sensible blog posts. Work has been extremely busy. The job I do means that we have a rush towards the end of every year and it has been particularly hectic this year. I’ve been very stressed out and probably haven’t been the nicest Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-82323949000169156812010-10-26T22:14:00.002+10:002011-05-19T10:43:32.315+10:00My cunning and devious plan for the christmas knitting seasonYesterday’s Yarn Harlot page-a-day calendar page contained a note that there were 9 weeks till christmas, which was a fairly strong hint to get on with the christmas knitting. I know that a lot of knitters get worked up over the whole christmas knitting thing and I think that it’s brilliant that lucky people will be getting lovingly hand-knitted gifts, but this year my cunning and devious plan toLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-51019648131562424912010-10-08T19:20:00.001+10:002010-10-08T19:22:04.737+10:00It Gets BetterI was shocked and saddened recently to read about Tyler Clementi, an 18 year old gay man from Rutgers University in New Jersey, who died when he jumped from the George Washington bridge after his roommate secretly filmed Tyler's private life and streamed it on the internet.The statistics around all the young men and women committing suicide because of persecution related to their sexuality are Lexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-89079841422580182122010-09-23T21:28:00.002+10:002010-09-23T21:40:18.211+10:00Proud
This is not the first yarn I've spun on my spinning wheel, but it is the first that I'm really proud of. It's 19.5micron merino from Highland Felting and Fibre Supplies, which I hand-dyed with Queen's food colouring before spinning. It is incredibly soft.
I'm not certain what this is going to become, but I know it is going to be something for me. I think a nice soft drapy scarf will be nice.
psLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-47729912072638923352010-09-13T21:53:00.000+10:002010-09-13T21:53:25.339+10:00What?!!! No allen key?These bookshelves (Billy, by IKEA) disappointed by not containing one single fastener that required the use of an allen key. I thought EVERYTHING at IKEA, even the swedish meatballs, required assembly using an allen key. Obviously I'm wrong (and despite the fact that the restaurant was almost full when we left the store, not one single person was eating their meal using an allen key, so I must beLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4740144047752310434.post-64636109789928909532010-08-13T09:25:00.001+10:002010-08-13T09:25:47.635+10:00One of the reasons I love my familyI had a rotten day yesterday. Crazy busy, trying to manage about 5 or 6 serious problems at once, and to top it all off, our new staff member, who has been with us for under 2 weeks, decided that it wasn't the job for him, and resigned.
I had to stay late to take care of some of the issues, and stumbled in the door at home at 9.30, tired and cold from the walk from the bus in the wind.
When I gotLexyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192387833153608786noreply@blogger.com0