Day 45: Tis the season to be jolly busy.

I’m suffering a crisis of inspiration. I could use the time to sort my life out… my flat is a state, there’s a mountain of laundry to do, need to go food shopping, should attempt some sort of academic progress, Christmas shopping, ¬†blah blah etc. AND my landlady is coming to inspect on Friday – suspect reasonable grounds for eviction.¬†Flossie is being less than helpful, she insists its time to get the Christmas decorations out and there has been some confusion about what exactly we’re decorating.

christmas wol

I’ve been trying to think about what makes a classic a classic. Beatrix Potter for example, her Peter Rabbit has been adored by children for over a century; so what is it that makes a character endure? I haven’t come up with anything sensible. Wol thinks Peter Rabbit probably had his wings sewn on better. Flossie already sees her name lit up amongst the likes of Winnie the Pooh and Mary Poppins. Everyone has a favourite childhood book, so this is my Christmas appeal to you: tell me what yours is and why did it appeal so much? Over and out.


Day 40: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?”

If talking to oneself is the first sign of madness, which sign is spending the evening attempting to placate outraged inanimate object after fellow inanimate object was knitted winter accessories? And subsequently feeling guilty for calling them ‘inanimate objects’? I thought Wol’s neck looked a little bare you see, so I made him a scarf. The ensuing insanity, whilst possibly disturbing to the casual observer, was actually the sort of thing I was hoping would happen by creating my characters. It helps me get to know them and gives me ideas about what might happen in their story.

In other news I went to see the Birmingham Royal Ballet perform The Nutcracker last night (stunning, inspiring, awesome). And so I was listening to Tchaikovsky’s music whilst the above unfolded. Thoroughly recommend popping on ‘Trepak’ or the ‘russian dance’, as appropriate soundtrack to the following:

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Day 35: “One can never have enough socks.”

Wol collage

It’s just occurred to me that at my current sock consumption rate I don’t have enough to last the year. So if anyone needs an idea for a Christmas present… just saying. Four have been sacrificed this week, I made a sock owl. This is Flossie’s world-weary, put-upon best friend, Wol. In my family we have always called owls ‘wols’, presumably because at some point a child got it wrong and the name was perpetuated – or we’re just that cool. Who knows. But the name suits him I think.


Day 13: Triskaidekaphobia

Is it an omen that day 13 falls on Halloween?! No trick-or-treating for me tonight, but there has been toil, trouble and copious bubbles from the pan I forgot about on the stove.

My witchery prevailed however: I’m very pleased to introduce Flossie! She’s a bit chilly but Its too late to start on clothes tonight…. Zzz…

Flossie edit


Day 4: Oh sew simple…

Day 4 and my flat is suffering under a layer of confetti (and a few lentils). I’m attempting to make a doll pattern; I had a go at the body and now know what not to do (pour lentils without a funnel).

doll pattern process

I think the doll needs to be as simple as possible but not too ‘wooden’; i.e. adjustable whilst holding its shape. The body is going to be wired to give it some flexibility and I want the limbs to bend at the knees and elbows. So I’m planning to use bead joints between the upper and lower leg sections – suspect an army of dismembered doll parts will shortly be joining the lentils.

Doll pattern - edit