Sunday, 1 March 2015

MAKING A TIT OF YOUR SELF

This last has week it has been all about boobs, breasts, jugs, tits, what ever you want to call them.
Inspired by reading this article about a group of women in the Outer Hebrides knitting boobs like they are going out of fashion, I did some further reading as to why they are partaking in this strange activity.

 
The woolly boobs are used by midwives as a teaching aide for new mothers learning about breast feeding. Now I have a wonderful friend who decided that three kids, a lack of money and a husband that works away in Switzerland a lot was not going to stop here from pursuing her dream of becoming a midwife. I'm really not actually sure how she does it, the idea of returning to college now fills me with terror. Never mind studying something that means you don't necessarily get the school holidays off and have to work night shifts.
I asked her if she fancied a knitted tit and funnily enough she said yes.

 
So there it is a knitted tit.
Doing this has also rekindled my love of knitting which is a bonus.
I used this pattern if anyone else out there knows a midwife in need and fancies making one.
Love Nora xxx

Thursday, 26 February 2015

SKELETAL REMAINS

Out the back, by the crumbling portacabins on a drizzly day we found the skeletal remains of summer.
We tried very hard to persuade the students to make a costume from them.
They pretended not to hear us...






Love Nora xxxx

Monday, 23 February 2015

MOSAIC

For a long time I have wanted to learn how to make a mosaic.
Last summer I met Emma, of EHMosaics at a rather anarchic gig in a friends back garden, the next day she was having an open studio and invited me round.
Me and my hangover crawled round there the next day and there it was, walls hung with exactly the type of mosaic I would love to own. Full of dominoes, keys, ephemera and collaged words under layers of coloured glass.
Then I found out she runs workshops.
Hurrah.
I went to one before Christmas where I made a mosaic plate.
So much fun cutting, breaking and smashing up old crockery, with I may add a shocking amount of precision. Well sort of...
I used an old bowl that had been with me for years, but was dropped and broken a while ago.
Thankfully I hadn't thrown it away and a little tin. 
Little tins make me happy.

Unfortunately in between cementing it all in place and bringing it home to grout (you have to wait 24 hrs) it had a accident and ended up in three pieces.
This weekend my friend Clare and I went to another of Emma's classes.
More crockery breaking

More cement

And a little message for the boys
 At the same time the ever talented Emma super glued my first plate back together and reattached the bits that had pinged off.
This week I am going to grout them and then I can share the finished items.
Enjoying learning this new process so much especially as I have realised its the perfect excuse to keep on buying interesting bits of old crockery.
Love Nora xxx

Monday, 16 February 2015

TAKING PART IN A HEART TRANSPLANT

Saturday was a big day for the Ninjas.

 
 
Our first ever Heart Transplant.

 
 
Over 200 crochet hearts to make people feel loved on Valentine's Day.

 
 
We pulled out the big guns with a celebraty endorsement from Kojak himself.

 

 
 
As ever the Ninjas went forth to Yarn Bomb is disguises so cunningly crafted they blended seamlessly in to the winter crowds thronging along the seafront.

 
 
Can you spot them?
No neither could anyone else.
We disguised the children as children and Hairy acordian playing punks as, well I don't know what but he blended in to the background and didn't attract any attention. 

 
 
After the deed was done we took over the top floor of the Pelican, our local diner (there were rather a lot of us, what with children, brothers, nieces, nephews, friends, boyfriends, dogs) and sat in the window to watch the events unfold.

 
 
Great excitement whenever some one was spotted checking out the hearts. 
Even more ecitement when someone took one.
By Sunday lunchtime there were none left, the railings were bare.
Who Love Ya Baby?
Ninjas do.
Love Ninja One xxx

Friday, 13 February 2015

GETTING READY FOR A HEART TRANSPLANT

Excitement is mounting.
Tomorrow morning the Ninjas ride again.
They will be heavily disguised, so cunningly and cleverly you will never even notice they are amongst you.

 
Over two hundred crochet hearts asking "Who Loves You Baby?" 

 
Ready and waiting for transplantation on to the seafront in time for a Happy Valentines Day.
Love Ninja One xxx

Monday, 9 February 2015

DING DING

The Hippy bought me a present.
My very own ding ding till.

 
 
It has a pull out drawer with special compartments for your ones, your twos, your tens and your twentys.

 
 
It has a little slot in the top for your notes.

 
 
And did I mention it has its very own ding ding?

 
 
Its making me very very happy.
Love Nora xxx

Sunday, 8 February 2015

LADYBIRD BY DESIGN

This week my friend Clare had a very convenient birthday.
Not only did it fall on the first of the month, which just so happened to be the day after my dry January ended, but it also meant that we had a great excuse to play at being ladies who lunch during the week.
So off we toddled down the coast road to Bexhill on Sea and the De La Warr pavilion.
Where we visited the Ladybird by Design exhibition.

 

It was huge, so many books, so many originals of the art works for the books.

 

We spent a lot of time wandering from picture to picture saying 
"Oh I definatly had this one"
"I remember that one"
"I loved that book"

 

It was amazing how comforting the whole experience was.
Stepping back into a warm bath of childhood memories.
I managed to snap a few pics on my phone before being told off by a security guard, Hence the bad quality.
If you can go, really you should. 
It was so much fun and is on till 10th May.
Love Nora xx