Showing posts with label bag. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bag. Show all posts

Thursday, 20 June 2013

A yarny tail, and a sad tale


Ooooh...yoga bag, oh yoga bag!

So near the end!  If I can just sit DOWN en FINISH it:


Attaching the tube to the bottom...luckily crochet is sooo forgiving and you can force it to fit. 


We had a long weekend,

(16 June - Youth Day)
nydaIn 1975 protests started in African schools after a directive from the then Bantu Education Department that Afrikaans had to be used on an equal basis with English as a language of instruction in secondary schools. The issue, however, was not so much the Afrikaans as the whole system of Bantu education which was characterised by separate schools and universities, poor facilities, overcrowded classrooms and inadequately trained teachers. On 16 June 1976 more than 20 000 pupils from Soweto began a protest march. In the wake of clashes with the police, and the violence that ensued during the next few weeks, approximately 700 hundred people, many of them youths, were killed and property destroyed.Youth Day commemorates these events)

...so in between everything I sat down, but then Elle Pure Gold's inner devil came out:

Why you should roll a ball before starting


At this point I almost hoped the dogs would get to it:

Peering at the mess through the kitchen window


But on a Tuesday morning, there's nothing that a double-shot cappo with a friend can't solve!

Let's go on, then.

--0--


But then the week turned sour.

My friend Gené died.

She had kidney cancer.  

After I gave her the hat, I saw her twice, briefly, and then suddenly this happened.



She was a great teacher, a devoted mother, a brilliant, dramatic story reader. We'll really miss her.

--0--

And today is my dad's birthday.  He would have been 67 today.




We're adult orphans, my sis and I.  We lost our parents too early, as young adults, before we had kids.  It leaves you in a halfway space.   But I decided early on that I would not wallow on days like this, I'd choose to remember and celebrate.  So usually, on my mom's birthday, I'll go for tea & scones, my sis will bake a cake in Ireland, family members and friends join us in celebration and remembrance in Germiston, Potchefstroom, as far as Australia and Canada. Today, for my dad, there's a venison pie in the oven.  And sweet potato with cinnamon, and I'm thinking of souskluitjies for desert - is is cold enough!

Think I'll listen to this a bit.  Teary-eyed and all. One of his favourites.


Wednesday, 22 May 2013

A Stripey Bag Update and Finale

WHOHOOOP!!!

I slipped on a cobblestone and a R500 strap broke :-(
So I took the sandal to the shoe hospital and stood chatting to the omie, when I wondered out loud...since he makes belts, wouldn't he be able to make me simple handbag straps maybe?  Really plain and simple?
Yes!, he said, does that all the time!  

Whaaaat?  Oh happy day :-)

Within minutes the buckles were selected, length determined and colour chosen.  

And today, over coffee and chocolate cake and more chocolate cake and koeksisters and in great company, I replaced Plan B.1 with Plan C, which was actually the Plan A, but I couldn't find it.
While all the time it was just a bit down the street and up the block.

(Voete Goete in Gezina Galleries, for all Pretorians reading here)  

Plain brown leather straps with bronze buckles


Looking much better


Am I chuffed or what!





(Something's not all that great with my photos this week...hope it was only a dirty lens)

Aah.  Happiness.  The bag goes over my shoulder without slipping off, the beads are now around my neck.

Joy Joy Joy.

PS...Found the problem with the photos!
One might think it's time-saving to upload photos with the Blogger app, but alas, there goes the photo quality.  So no more uploading while waiting somewhere one the kids :-)