The Pouf

When I grew up in the 70s we would have ottomans in our living room. Back then, we would call them poufs though. I remember at least two: one was covered with bright red artificial leather, with tassels at each corner and Cleopatra in gold (no comments, please) all around. The other one was from Spain, checkered in brown and black, probably artificial leather too, showing a huge ranch brand on top.

They were there as long as I remember and consequently, when moving out, I would take the red one with me. Probably because it was convenient to have (and yes: no one else wanted it …)

In the 90s, I thought about having an old sofa redone and asked the upholsterer to do the Cleopatra pouf with the same drapery. Holding it at arm’s length, he did not approve but he would upholster it nonetheless and both, sofa and pouf, looked perfect together. However, soon thereafter I ended up storing the sofa at my parents‘ as it was too uncomfortable for me to sit on. Way too high and somehow not suitable for everyday use. I took a picture for you to see what I mean:

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Can you imagine kids slouched on that sofa, or anyone curling up to watch a movie? At the same time, I would use the pouf excessively: to sit on it, to put my feet up, to place a tray on it, anything would work with it, and after 17 years of doing so you could tell: the top side was cracked, the fabric was badly worn, and the colors were faded.

As a matter of fact, those days when I would have furniture upholstered just like that are long gone (due to spending too much money on fiber craft maybe … 🙂 ), so I decided to re-cover the pouf myself. And that’s what I did!

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One square and four rectangles, joint with slip stitches, and a (mindless) pattern, consisting of four different rows (dc, nothing else)  that I would be willing to translate and post upon request.

Here is the link to the German pattern.

I want summer!

No! More! Winter! (Please …) I am so tired of the cold, the ice, the snow. Especially, after spring was already here with sun and crocuses and gardening and all of that. Sure, (at least) with regard to knitting and crochet, winter is a wonderful season but I am longing for daylight and warm weather. Aren’t you?

Therefore, I decided to at least „crochet summer.“ Here’s the outcome:

Floating Tire

Any idea what this might be? It belongs to the gentleman with the blue bathing cap and matching speedo.

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His legs are slightly big and maybe not long enough but still I am very pleased with his appearance. Especially, after I managed to do the floating tire. Trust me, I had countless attempts, but when about to give up it hit me like a bolt from the blue (see the pun with blue and blue :)) – it had to be done from the outside to the inside, just like an LP would play its music (= Long Record, for those of you not old enough to remember records) and not in rounds. So here they are, the swimmer and his floating tire:

swimmer & tire

swimmer & tire

swimmer & tire

swimmer & tire

Well, looks like there are two of us waiting for summer now …

Bill, The Travelling Man

It’s about time I introduce you to Bill, I guess. He was named after Bill Clinton, as he would (accidentally!) look like him when I made him – at least that’s what we thought.

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Just for grins, I talked to J about Clinton the other day and our little conversation still makes me laugh:

Me: „so who is Bill Clinton?“

J (quick as a shot): „Isn’t that Hillary Clinton’s husband?“

Looks like we’re raising a feminist here 🙂

But back to the original topic: Bill gets to travel if we can’t (no money, no time, no vacation). He definitely prefers traveling with people, but envelopes work almost as good. So far, he always reached his destination as planned and – more important – he always came back. Where ever he goes he has his picture taken for J to see. J says looking at those pictures is almost as good as travelling himself.

After short trips to Hong Kong and Uruguay, New York and Poland, Bill went to Chicago lately. Of course, he had his picture taken next to „the bean“:

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And he must have liked it, as, after coming back to Germany, he decided to go right back to the US. This time he would go west: out of all places, he chose Meeteetse, Wyoming (325 inhabitants) as his destination. Be that as it may, doing ranch work he stayed a lot longer than originally scheduled. (In case you wonder what they are doing in the picture: they were testing the cows to see which ones were pregnant).

Bill working cows

Upon coming home last week, bringing along his new cowboy hat and his own passport, he asked my boss to take him to Beijing. And much to my surprise, the boss – without batting an eye – put Bill in his pocket and off they went the next morning.

Now, here’s one of the pictures I got yesterday by email. Trust me – I was dumbstruck, when I saw it and sharing it with you is a must!

Bill and Chinese Police Officer

How on earth do you make a Chinese police officer hold a little crocheted doll (there is a string attached to his head, can you see it) and smile for the camera, especially if you don’t speak his language?! Bill will be back this weekend and I am very much looking forward to hear the story on Monday!

A lovely weekend to all of you out there 🙂

Nexus Sleeve

Sometimes I feel jealous that people are out there coming up with awesome stuff like this!

Neesha posted her pattern for a beautiful, no fuss, unostentatious crochet tablet sleeve.  Very easy to follow, uncomplicated to adapt (depending on tablet size), and a success without fail. So I decided to make this my birthday present for M. What can I say – it turned out great! Hard to show on a picture though.

Tablet Sleeve 1

Tablet Sleeve 2

But then I happened to find the knitted sleeve Dona made … To quote her  – I almost „died in jealousy and envy“ and of course I had to make this one too. Here it is:

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Tablet Sleeve 3

It’s a streamlined version without pom-poms but with a tweedy button and it fits as smooth and sleek as the crochet one. M unpacked both of them this morning (it’s his birthday today – ta daa!!) and I could tell he had no clue what it was. Fortunately, J and I could help 🙂 He then seemed to like both of them, took the knitted one to work and I am really, really pleased.

African Flowers

When starting this project in January, I would crochet 5 flowers the day and the boy would arrange them on our living room table. The idea was to make a blanket from stash (of the same brand) but within a short time I ran out of white. As a matter of fact – the store is not around the corner, life keeps me busy, other projects were tempting – I still haven’t bought adequate supply … However, we needed the living room table and fortunately the boy agreed to remove the flowers if I would take a picture of his composition. (Supposedly, there is a system to it. I don’t see it though). Here is the picture:

Now, all the flowers are nicely piled in a shoebox (probably forever) and my only excuse is that even if I bought a skein of white I still don’t know which color to use to join them. Green? Brown?