Sunday, July 18, 2010
I’ve been off kicking up my heels with excellent, crafty, weekending companions (thanks girls), involving dangerously good caprioska, 3ply wool, mismatched knitting needles and the slowest crocheted hexagonal output you’re ever likely to witness over a 48 hour timeframe. Those kokeshi dolls above represent marked restraint, because OH MY GIDDY AUNT, after a simultaneous introduction to the world that is Kyo, I could quite happily purchase an entire nook of that particularly vast warehouse, if not cut to the chase and set up residence.
There were other purchasings earmarked for gifting: this fabric to be morphed into a scarf for a friend and generally bedazzled by and bewondered at:
And serendipitous, funky chopsticks for the, (upon arrival home), still pyjama-ed, popcorn-eating, Karate Kid-watching ankebiters. I’m talking original Karate Kid here; in all it’s 80s hairdo, shoulder-padded glory. My clan had their utensils at the ready in time for Mr Miyagi’s failed chopsticked, fly-catching scene: