Here’s a site worth looking at if you’re at a loos as to how to clean something. While the articles have quite a bit of information, don’t forget to read the comments too, as there are lots more ideas in there too.
http://www.howtocleanstuff.net/

Here’s a site worth looking at if you’re at a loos as to how to clean something. While the articles have quite a bit of information, don’t forget to read the comments too, as there are lots more ideas in there too.
http://www.howtocleanstuff.net/

From my friend Dave G who said: “Tighten your WHAT? Hell of a name for a vessel full of seamen…”

By grabbing an hour or so each afternoon after finishing work, as well as this morning (Saturday), I’ve been able to make all 32 coasters for the wholesale order I received last week.
My customer chose two main fabrics from my stash — an orange flower on black, and a cream with a gold paisley pattern. I used a matching backing fabric for each main fabric, and several matching threads for the free motion quilting I did on them. When it came to finishing, I used various thread colours for the satin stitching — each set of four is finished with a different colour (exception: eight of the cream/gold fabric coasters have the same edge finish as that colour matched really well).
For each main fabric, I did one set of four coasters in gold metallic thread. But metallic thread — while pretty — is a sod of a thing to use even with a topstitch needle…
Here are pictures of the finished coasters:
Want your own? Then check my Etsy store for coasters and other goodies I’ve already made.
Cat owners and cat lovers? This is for you!
My friend Bobbie sent me an email with these two photos and captions. I think these photos vindicate our decision to not have children or dogs!

Should I get a dog?

Should I have children?
See “Interweaving words and fabric” on my professional blog: http://cybertext.wordpress.com/2009/07/19/interweaving-words-and-fabric/
Some of you probably weren’t even born then, but I was!
I was in high school and they packed all the kids into the school hall. Some teachers had bought in their black and white TV sets (there was no colour TV in Australia until 1975) and set them up on tables around the hall. We watched very grainy pictures of the moon walk live! It was just amazing.
But I’m not sure how much we really appreciated this achievement — it was just something on TV after all, and all the usual suspects (boys, mostly) were being a nuisance.
I still remember being in the school hall for the moon walk. It was one of those defining moments you remember. I remember Kennedy’s assassination but I can’t remember where I was (I think I was a bit young to realise the significance), and I can remember hearing that Churchill had died (1965) when we were travelling in the car and it was announced on the car radio. And I remember exactly where I was when I heard Elvis had died (Geraldton, in the kitchen drying dishes). And I know exactly where I was when Australia II won the America’s Cup in September 1983 (Wickham, 2:30am, watching with a sailing friend drinking lots of wine and screaming our lungs out!)
Happy 40th anniversary to the REAL moonwalkers!
Last Saturday was a day for making more things for my Etsy store. But my creative process got hijacked by the Emergency Room episode. And then there was work all this week, but finally I got around to taking photos of my little creations late yesterday and adding them to my store late today.
I finished off some ends of ladybug/ladybird fabric and a whole fat quarter of summery, bright watermelon fabric, as well as a couple of other bits of fabric I had lying around that were just the right size for luggage tags and bookmarks.
Here are some pictures — if you’d like to purchase any of these items or want to see more, visit my Etsy store:
My sewing machine sits on a small roll-top desk which doesn’t have good access to the back if you drop anything and it rolls under, so I tend to ‘grab’ dropped spools of thread etc. with my knees. Well, yesterday I dropped a pair of needle-nose tweezers I was using to remove fine bits of thread from a piece. Yep, the points went straight into my inner thighs about three inches above my left knee. Ouch.

Dangerous weapon
After the initial ouch, I thought that I probably should go to the bathroom and check if it was bleeding. As I stood up I felt blood running down my leg, so I suggested to my husband that he should come and investigate. Sure enough, I was bleeding profusely. He was very cool, calm and collected. He immediately got me to hold a tissue very firmly over the small pin pricks made by the tweezers, while he went and got an Esky ice brick out of the freezer and tied it tightly over the wound with a towel. Then he made me go lie down on the sofa with my leg elevated. Classic ICE procedure — ice, compression, elevation.
Later he told me that my femoral artery is in the vicinity of where I stabbed myself, and suggested that perhaps we should go down to the hospital to at least get a tetanus injection. So that’s how I ended up testing our local hospital’s emergency room!
The nurses dressed the leg, put a patch over the wound (it had well and truly stopped bleeding — being frozen for a couple of hours will do that!), and gave me a jab. Then it was home to put my leg up some more and to eat take-out pizza!
I’ve now taken the canvas-type apron from the kitchen (which I rarely use — the apron, not the kitchen!) and will now wear it when I’m sewing so that if my reflexes want to catch things with my knees (I doubt it after yesterday’s experience), there’ll be a little more protection than just some tracky dack* cloth.
Update: Pictures of bruise and ‘snake fang’ marks of tweezer entry points some 36 hours later (striped lines are marks from dressing patch).

*US-ians: tracky dacks = fleecy track suit pants
The lovely Craig (who’s blog URL shall remain anonymous) posted this on his blog a couple of days ago:
…especially as skin cancer was something that has occurred in the family tree. Admittedly on a branch of the family tree that should have been sterilised out of existence, but what can you do?
Guess he’s not keen on that side of the family, huh? 😉