ICHF Christmas craft show 2019

A few weeks ago my Mum came up under the guise of visiting her favourite daughter (so I keep telling myself), but really to go to the ICHF Christmas Craft Show at the SECC. Of course she bought a ticket for me as well, because she is the best Mum in the world.

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I did try to get some photos as we went around, but my camera + the odd lighting in the SECC means that none of them are worth using up my WordPress media allowance for. So, you’ll have to use your imagination for a few minutes.

The Craft Show is an annual event, but Mum and I don’t make it every year. I remember last time being very heavily geared toward papercraft, so much so that I was getting rather bored by the time we reached the other side of the exhibition hall, as it was all the same kind of thing.

But this year was so varied, I wish I’d started saving a little earlier so I could have splashed out on more of my hobbies! Especially patchwork; there were so many fabric stands this time, with huge rolls of beautiful fabrics, fat quarters, jelly rolls, cut-offs, and soooo much more I wish I could have bought!

There were also a few different yarn vendors, a couple of diamond art stands, and lots of beautiful pre-made jewellery to buy.

But enough typing – let’s get on to the goodies!

I knew going in that I wanted a jumper-quantity of some special yarn, anything DK or thicker because I’m not going through the Flax Light experience again any time soon. The first couple of yarn stands had pretties (obviously) but nothing that really jumped out at me. Then I spotted this pack of loveliness:

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This is Yaya 100% superwash merino wool. Super chunky, loosely spun, plain purple from a distance but close up you can see the tiny flecks of pink, blue, and red.

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Then I lifted that pack up and underneath it was another one almost the same colour as my Flax Light but a touch more toward the blue end of the spectrum. I wanted them both. I could not afford them both. I dithered for so long that the stall owner offered me a discount, and I looked so pleadingly at Mum that she bought one pack for my Christmas present. That was the greeny-blue pack so I don’t have photos, as I’m not allowed it until Christmas.

It’s quite a while since I made any cards, but I was still unable to resist a pack of pretty toppers.

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And this red card literally drew me across the aisle towards it.

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Then Mum bought some papercraft grab bags and we divvied them up between us over a latte.

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We also ordered a Stampin’ Up set, but we have to wait for that to be posted out. It’s a magical set that stamps a tartan Christmas tree! Plus the punch to go with it so you don’t have to sit and cut out however many fiddly Christmas trees. I’m super excited to try them out.

I also got some pretty ribbon, because I have an addiction.

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A little chocolate pack for my friend’s baby, who will have to get used to hardly ever receiving presents with her name on.

And there was also an unnecessarily large bag of honey and cinnamon cashews, but they didn’t last long enough to make it into a photograph.

I had such a fun day and I love everything I bought. I can’t wait to get making with all my new supplies!

Hannah

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Tangle of the week: Maryhill

I’ve got another Tangle with personal meaning this week.

Maryhill

When I first moved to Glasgow (gosh, nearly 8 years ago now) my Mum’s Scottish colleague said I would be fine as long as I avoided two areas of the city; Easterhouse and Maryhill. I was a good girl and only searched for flats in the West End, found a room for rent, and moved in.

It was several months later that I discovered the line between the West End and Maryhill is pretty fuzzy, and I was actually staying in the latter. Bad daughter. But it was actually a really nice street, obviously I didn’t die, and that flat was the gateway to me staying in Glasgow permanently so I’ll always have a soft spot for Maryhill.

Which brings me to the Tangle. Not only does it remind me of my first place up here, it’s also one of those magical patterns that creates a shape without me explicitly drawing it. Here’s the link to the official tutorial.

And here’s my first ever attempt.

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It’s good aura practice.

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The pinwheel is easier to see when the image is smaller. I need to try it with other shapes as well to see if the same rule applies.

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Shading also helps.

It’s not quite as magical as Paradox, but it has the same meditative quality to it and I do love pinwheels so I’ll definitely be using it in the future.

So that’s Maryhill! What do you think? Can you see the pinwheel? Let me know in the comments!

Hannah

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New Zealand round-up

I’ve tried not to be too quiet over the last couple of weeks, but I was rather busy being on my travels! This is going to be a loooong post with very little crafting involved, so feel free to skim read/just look at the pictures/come back tomorrow when I get back to crochet.

Here we go!

Before I even got to New Zealand, I had a 10-hour stopover in Sydney. Luckily, you need a visa to be in the country more than 8 hours so I was allowed to leave the airport and got to spend a lot of that time outside.

Having come from snow and single digit temperatures in Scotland, I actually enjoyed the feeling of heat hitting me like a toasty wall. My plan had been to find a café not far from the airport and go there for some coffee and food, but it was just too gorgeous to be inside so I found a pretty bench by the river, slapped on some sun cream and sat in the sun.

Then it was off to Christchurch. I landed just before a tropical storm, and kiwis don’t seem to have the Scottish attitude to rain (if you only go out when the rain stops, you’ll never go out) so my first couple of days were spent getting over the travel, catching up with my Aunty, and getting to know the fiancé and his children.

When the skies cleared I went out for a run

We went for a drive to Akaroa, a harbour town across the mountains. I took over 100 photos of the scenery along the way.

Akaroa is gorgeous, as well as boasting not one, but two fudge shops, and a yarn shop!

On the way home we called at Birdling’s Flat, where a shelf at the end of the beach makes the sea boom like thunder as it throws up enormous waves. It’s amazing, but it does remind me why I’m terrified of the sea.

Next day we had lunch at the Botanic Gardens

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and I went for a wander around the city centre. There is art everywhere in the centre, from graffiti-style paintings

 

To serious monuments

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To funny little pieces of indeterminate use

It’s a square sheep. Of course…

 

I saw the Cardboard Cathedral, the ‘spire’, and New Regent Street, before making my way home for a girls night in.

Saturday was the big day, the whole reason I was in New Zealand; my Aunty’s wedding. It was a lovely sunny day with a breeze so it never got too hot, everyone looked beautiful, and it was just the most lovely, relaxed, enjoyable wedding I’ve ever been to.

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This is my favourite photo of the whole day

 

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And this is my second favourite 😉

 

 

Of course I cried all the way through the ceremony, I am so like my mother. But I learned the trick long ago of not putting any make up under my eyes so I managed to avoid the panda look.

The next day a few people came over for a barbecue and we sat in the sunshine chatting for hours and hours.

Then late afternoon we went for a wee trip to New Brighton.

It was a bit windy.

Then we had a quieter day at home to recover, which Whisky the dog enjoyed very much. Fun story – I went to visit my Aunty 4 years ago and Whisky decided I belonged to him; he followed me everywhere I went, and jumped up and barked at anyone who tried to touch me (a bit of an issue when you like hugs as much as I do). I thought 4 years was a long time for a dog and he would probably have forgotten me, but I was so wrong! I had two shadows the whole time I was there.

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My second shadow

 

That’s the best picture I could get, because he was never far away enough to photograph him properly!

The next day was a bit of an experience. I never do very well on buses, and at 30 years old I really should know better by now, but in a moment of madness I tried to get a bus to the art gallery. It didn’t take the route I was expecting at all, but instead of getting off when it turned into an area I didn’t recognise, I sat there hoping it would turn back and start heading where I wanted to go. You can guess how that turned out. When I finally gave up and got off, it took me around 45 minutes to walk to the gallery.

It was worth the walk though, I do love me some art and I even got to join in with a piece!

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Plus they had an excellent café.

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Then (deep breath) I had to get the bus home again. Long story short; I took a wrong turning, ended up walking for over an hour through streets I’d never seen before, and I actually cried when I finally saw the bus stop I needed.

When I finally made it home and collapsed into a chair, Fitbit told me I’d walked 7.3 miles and taken over 17,000 steps. I slept well that night.

My last day in Christchurch came around far too fast. For my last trip, my Aunty took me to Halswell Quarry Park for a last bit of Hobbiton lookalike scenery and sunshine. We did the gentle walk so my poor knackered legs didn’t fall off.

And finished it all off with an amazing iced coffee and a slice of cake.

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Now I’m back and I have to say it’s surprising how quickly you can get used to the heat. We’re dealing with the tail end of the Beast from the East in Scotland and I just cannot get warm, despite being pretty hardy before I left! It is good to be home though. Much as I love NZ, this is where I belong. Three feet of snow and all.

Hannah

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