2014/12/31

In the Year of 2014...

I have finished these 36 projects. Suprisingly 15 of them wasn't for my god daughter. One was for my god son, two for his bro, one for their father, one for my Daddy, one for my grandfather, seven for myself, one to Mommy and one for a friend. More about the projects on my Ravelry page. There is a small chance that I'll finish one more pair of mittens today, but more about them some time later.
Happy New Year 2015!

2014/11/08

New (or Very Old) Ways of Avoiding Studying

I should be writing my first biostatistics assignment, my reseach plan for thesis and few other papers as well. Instead, I'm thinking about re-arranging my stahs, or catalouging my crafting books, or just generaly cleaning my place.
Work has been busy, but the five weeks on call have given me lots and lots of time to knit. Not all of these have been knitted under that five week period, but I'll show them anyway.

First, three pairs of Monster-pants (the purpple ones doesn't have a monster), with Das Monster-pattern. All made of cotton, and cousin-in-law told me that my Goddaughter wears those on daly basis.



My Goddaughter had recently her first birthday and as a birthday gift I decided to send her a accessory set in orange and rasberry.
Beanie is mini version of Mario Berret, mittens are made with Marius patterin, the scarf I came up with as I knitted and the socks are from Drops.


2014/10/09

Bert at the "Old Country"

My Bert just had an adventure of a life time. We went to Kenya, and even that we didn't see any Bert's real life relatives (I got the impression that they'd be more likely to met during the flooding season when they seem to be the royal pain in arse for local folk), it was very nice to see how the life is at the Equator.
Ready to go, "Hey, where is my passport? Should I have visa?"
"What is this, a shuttle under groud? Why do I need to take it, I don't have to walk anyway"
"It is good to streach my legs every now and then. Thank God the plane is big enough for all the gassoline it takes to fly Kenya."
"Finally we are here! No need for the sun hat though!"
"Ready when you are, now take me to my African adventure!"
"This bridge doesn't seem too secure, but I don't mind, I'm not the one getting the feet dirty..." 
"Tea plantation? Silly you, small hippoes don't drink tea, and nether should you!"
"Fabric shopping? Me likes! No, this is too bright even for small hippo, let me see..."
"Too many to choose!"
"That yellow would be nice"
"Or that red one"
"Hmmm... maybe one of these?"

"Noup, this is it! The perfect colour for you!"



"Look, I packed, can we now go to see my kin?"

"Obama? Should I have heard of this guy? Ouh, it is THE OTHER Obama I'm thinking of"
"Lake Simba and the Homa Hills, this is where I belong, and look all those thousands of flamingoes! I know, flamingoes are bad and bite, I have thick skin for it!"
"Did my wool come from those animals? Oh, they are goats, not sheep."
"The Lake Victoria, the accient home of the forefathers, Kenyapotamiae"
"Should I go for a swim? Like they did?"
"Seriously, I want to go there, but what if it cold?"
"The curse of Lake Victoria, the water lily that warms the water and prevents fisherman from fishing"
"My frist cactus! Right by the Lake Victoria"

"I know that hippoes don't climb on trees but I want to see how it looks there"

"Nearly there, this is getting heavy, do you have some sun screen and water for me, please?
"Yeah, that's why we don't climb, the branches are not made for hippoes, no matter small we are"
"Red leaves? No, they are flowers, why are there flowers but not leaves in this tree?"
"Well hello mates. Ou, it is thanks to you that I have sleep in that cell?"
(Cell like this, and no, it is not because of the gekkoes)
"Last stop before airport, the cridle of humankind, the Rift Valley"
"Hey, I'm thirsty, why aren't you serving to little hippoes?"
"Can I keep it please? It is so soft that I want to dive to it. I'm sure it is warm too." (Lucky for me, it is warm and soft, worth of every 1700 shillings I paid for it)
"Look, they have those shawls like the one you let me hold earlier!"
"These chaps weren't nearly as lively punch as the gekkoes were"
"The gardner has very dalistic point of view in the form, and his use of his machetti presents... Just kidding, what a small hippo would know about forms and art?"
(Seriously, they sell my favourite licorich in Kenya but not in Finland. Seriously??)
"All is good in the world, the Master of the house may continue his afternoon nap at the chair and the people stand around him ready to meet all his requirments, oy boy if hippoes were treated that way as well!"
"It did take the whole trip to climp on to palm tree and here I am, oh, this is not a palm tree? "
"You can't put a small hippo in charge of this much luggage! It is not fair!"
"Checking in for flight home, hey, WHERE is my passport?"
"Back at Heathrow, last leg of journey starting. See my new collar? Where are going next?"

2014/05/11

All the Pink Mist

It has been a while. I've become a home owner and a civil servant, and last but not least (or should I say, first and foremost), a godmother for the second time. My cousin had lovely little daughter, who was in such a hurry, that she had to meet the world weeks before she should have. And since the Net is filled with lovely patterns for little girls, let me show off some of the garments I've made for her.