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Springtime Bandit Shawl

Posted on January 31, 2010 | 29 Comments

One of the secret projects I’ve been working on in recent weeks is my sister’s birthday present. The Springtime Bandit shawl, for Fee, who turned 28 last week.

I wouldn’t have thought to make her a shawl. It didn’t strike me as something she’d wear but she picked up one of mine last year and declared she’d love one, so I filed the idea away for her birthday. Of course, having a birthday in the scorching heat of January is not conducive to knitted gifts, but they can always be saved for later.

This means of course that the photo shoot has to be fast. It was hot here today, too hot for alpaca shawls, but Fee knows the drill.

Pale blue is definitely her colour isn’t it? Looks great on her.

Springtime Bandit Shawl

This was such a fast shawl. Ten days from start to finish, which was probably really only five given it was too hot to work on it for much of that time so I only worked on it early in the day or late at night on half those days. 8ply, small shawls are one of the best instant gratification projects out there.

Springtime Bandit Shawl

I like that it’s not really given to the pointy edges. As much as I like those, I think this shawl works just fine without them.

And I love the big leaves in the edging too. They’re huge, adding a nice dramatic effect to the shawl.

Springtime Bandit Shawl - side

So the yarn is a discontinued Bendigo Woollen Mills alpaca/merino blend called Caprice. I bought it years ago for a jumper for myself that was a failed project. It sat around for a while waiting to be something else and I think this is a fine end to the story. There’s plenty left over for maybe something for Alice, so they can match, like maybe a little cardigan or something because that would be just too cute.

Speaking of Alice, she of course had to play along. When we were taking this next photo, one of her older siblings declared ‘It’s the Virgin Mary!’

Alice and shawl

And now I want to go digging through the stash to find something so I can make one of these for myself, but winter’s a while off yet and I’ve got too many other things on the go. Many birthdays in my family occur in the first few months, not least of all Alice’s first, which is looming and I’ve not yet begun!

Flickr set here and Raverly project page here.

The important thing to note about this pattern is that the designer doesn’t ask for payment, but rather a donation to the PSPCA – the Pennsylvanian equivalent of our RSPCA instead. I am sure the designer will agree that donating to our local version is just fine.

Bells

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Your Sort of Knitting

Posted on January 29, 2010 | 44 Comments

There really is room in the world for many different kinds of knitters. You know that. I know that. But that doesn’t mean it’s always easy to understand another knitter’s position.

We had office drinks today, to celebrate or ackowledge yet another move. Yes, I’ve now moved workspaces four times in the last twelve months. I’m tired of it. Does this mean I’ve got less crap to take from one desk to another? No. Just the same crap packed up again and again. I approached the move today with all the care you might imagine after this many moves. Stuff tossed into boxes in a state of hurried abandon, just so I could get the hell out and have the afternoon at home I’m now enjoying, at the Government’s expense. Thank you very much.

We gathered in the conference room with hastily gathered snack food and an assortment of wine. Wine at midday! On a Friday! How novel. It was worth  hanging around. I decided to knit.

I’ve moved into a new team recently and lots of these people don’t know that I knit and most didn’t even notice, which as I’ve said before is just how I like it. I don’t knit amongst non-knitters for the attention. I do it because, in this instance, I’ve got acres of stocking stitch ahead of me and sitting in a sunny conference room with a drink and some chips and a bit of idle workplace chatter seems as good a time as any to knock over an inch or two while I chat.

I got a couple of comments along the lines of ‘oh look she can knit without looking’ like I was performing some kind of alchemical feat. Those are the sorts of comments that are both ok and common. I explained that it was plain knitting so no need to look and then changed the subject, handing the girl next to me the bottle of chardonnay so we could move on.

The comment that stuck with me, the kind that always causes me to stop and think about it, was this one. A woman who I don’t know because I’m new to the team, told her own knitting story. Everyone was listening.

“I don’t do your sort of knitting,” she said. “I like the kind where you can’t see the knitting.”

Can you tell what’s coming next? I bet you can.

“I love that feathers stuff,” she said and I tried to imagine myself saying “I love that cashmere stuff” in the same way. I couldn’t.

She continued.

“I like the kind of knitting where you knit with two strands of feathers at the same time.”

Oh God. As if one strand at a time wasn’t bad enough?

“The knitting goes really fast when you’re knitting a scarf with feathers. You can drop stitches. You can make all sorts of mistakes and it doesn’t matter. In the end end you’ve got a great looking scarf and it doesn’t matter where you screwed up.”

Look, I appreciate that people love wearing a feathers scarf. I don’t. But many do. I like pure fibers next to my skin but many people think they look great. That’s fine. But as a knitter, what, I ask you, is the point of a fast knit full of mistakes that you have covered up because the material is so abominably bulky and awful? I don’t understand it. I could only conclude from that description that she doesn’t really like knitting. And honestly, the only thing to do in that situation is smile, take a sip of your drink and keep knitting.

I looked down at the cardigan sleeve on my lap and thought of how I love stitch definition, and how that can’t be taught. Hopefully, she’ll figure that out herself one day.

Golden Vintage Cardigan

Bells

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We Were Happy While It Lasted

Posted on January 26, 2010 | 22 Comments

I should have known better, really.

I spent the better part of Monday at home alone (like much of the country, taking off the day before Australia for a blissful four-day weekend!) and after working away on a secret knitting project in the morning, I treated myself to starting something new in the afternoon. I wasn’t going to. I had decided to Be Good but I had a little conversation with myself about how I really hadn’t started anything major in the lace department for a while, and how A Long Lacy Summer is whooshing by with just one shawl to show for it so far. And so on.

I even heard RoseRed’s voice in my head agreeing with me. She’s such an enabler.  I knew she would want me to treat myself to something new and exciting and so I did it. I took the cone of Colormart cashmere that’s been taunting me for some weeks and, with wild abandon, began to work on the glorious Cap Shawl from Victorian Lace Today. Recently I tried to cast on another circular shawl and had no luck. I find the circular beginning challenging but with the help of some tutorials online, I magically figured it out and was on my way.

I was flying! You know that feeling when it all comes together and you’re just so happy that it’s finally working? Well, it’s all come to nought. It was a brief, but meaningful affair. Last night, the Cap Shawl died. It wasn’t even twenty-four hours old.

cap shawl

I did actually get further than this. I got about sixteen rounds in. It wasn’t hard. It was just fiddly, being so small. Then it all went wrong.

Ever worked with cobwebby cashmere? No? Let me give you a hint, if you ever do (take heed Donna Lee!). It breaks. Easily. Don’t tug it. Don’t wrench it from the cone. Don’t drag on it. Treat it like it’s the finest dewy spider web hanging in the garden. At some point, one of the stitches a row below the one I was on just broke. I looked closely to see that it had a weak spot in it and with the merest touch it simply broke apart. I tried a few things to fix it but it was no good, because in the process of doing so, more yarn broke. And it was all over.

I am hereby putting RoseRed’s generous gift of so much cashmere away for a little while. We’ve had a troubled relationship and I think the time just isn’t right. There’s a little voice in the back of my head saying ‘see, that’s what you get for being greedy. You’ve got enough on the go. You didn’t need a cap shawl right now.’

At least, I console myself, I didn’t get up to row 135 before I had to rip it out like Donna from Random Knits did. Did you see? Heartbreaking. Small consolation really.

Bells

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Cake!

Posted on January 25, 2010 | 34 Comments

For an afternoon tea yesterday, I seized the opportunity to bake. The first few months on Weight Watchers I missed baking so much, but special occassions are the perfect chance to head back into those waters.

At Christmas, Dr K gave Sean and I a cook book from a beloved TV show, Food Safari. If you don’t know it or don’t live here, it’s a gorgeous half hour program that’s part cooking, part cultural exploration. Each episode sees the host, Maeve O’Mara take us around the world without leaving Australian shores. She speaks to chefs and home cooks who speak passionately about their own heritage through food and glimpses into their lives. It’s just wonderful and finally, there is a book with highlights from the show.

I made a Greek salad on the weekend which was fantastic but the real treat was the Jewish Almond and Orange cake, recipe and short clip from the show here.

almond cakeI managed to save a little of the cake for photos, and for Sean.

The amazing thing about this cake, which is described as ‘a classic Passover dessert drawing on the Sephardic traditions of Morocco, the Mediterranean and the Middle East (where citrus was more available)’ is that you boil two oranges whole for two hours, allow to cool, then puree the lot before adding them to a simple mixture of eggs, sugar, almond meal and baking powder. Nothing could be simpler. I did the oranges the day before and whipped up the cake in the morning on Sunday. As someone who doesn’t ever eat oranges, I am pleased to say it’s all about flavour and moisture and not a bit about feeling like you’re eating pith or skin or any of the other nasty orange attributes.

It’s dense without being heavy, rich without being over the top and best of all, no flour or butter, so it’s the ultimate gluten-free cake, if that’s an issue for you. I loved this cake so much! An instant new standard for me, I believe.

It’s not possible to let a post on cake go without showing you this.

 

yarn cakeA Yarn Cake

The afternoon tea was for a knitter called Kirsty, who has a lovely and devoted foodie partner called Chris and amongst his many fine contributions to the feast was this cake! A yarn cake! Each ball of yarn is a small cake itself, set atop a dense, rich fruit cake encased in a marzipan basket – I was wrong. A fondant basket! Needles for the finishing touch.

Any bloke who makes a cake like that is a keeper,  yes?

Bells

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Walk then Knit

Posted on January 21, 2010 | 42 Comments

For six months I’ve been doing Weight Watchers. It’s been slow but steady. I’m down 9kg/19.8lbs as of this week and starting to feel the difference. I still have a way to go though.

I wasn’t going to write much about Weight Watchers, mainly because it’s sometimes really boring listening to someone bang on about calories and diet restrictions and waist measurements and so on and it was never my intention to make weight loss such an enormous part of my life that it took over everything.

This is probably why I’m not as far along in progress as I might be, but I’m ok with that because I wasn’t prepared to make such radical changes that I didn’t eat like I was myself any more.

In terms of writing about it, I didn’t think I could add anything particularly new to the discussion when there are endless resources out there on the matter. I eat better, exercise more and have lost weight. End of story.

But it’s not the whole story. That makes it sound far too neat and tidy. I have blow outs. Christmas saw me go up a little but i knew that would happen and was totally fine with knowing I’d have to reign things in a bit in the new year. I have an ongoing conversation with myself about why I’m doing this, what it means to me and how can I manage it without turning into someone I wouldn’t like very much. Food and sharing food is a huge part of my life and I never wanted everything I love to be turned into a reduced version of itself. There’s got to be room for good, proper indulgence.

But there is another element too, wrapped up in all this. The knitting.

What role does it play in this discussion?

I admit that in the past I’ve used knitting as an excuse to avoid exercise. I might not have consciously said to myself if I walk/run/work out more I’ll have less knitting time but it was certainly a flash of a thought that I felt guilty about and shoved in a darkened corner of my mind where all the best guilty thoughts go to hide. And it’s absolutely the case, I believe, that my intensified knitting in recent years has contributed to me reaching an unhealthy (for me) weight.

Knitting has been my shelter for the last few years. In unhappy times, it’s my comfort, my haven, my very best friend. Paired with comfort eating and drinking, it’s been a totally blissful place and I don’t mean to change that experience, at its core. But I can tweak it a bit.

Ailsa of Knitabulous was discussing this with me recently and she said her motto now is Walk then Knit. Three simple words. It’s easy really. I can knit. But I need to make sure I walk as well. Or run. Because I’ve been doing that too, though not a lot. I can run to the next corner, walk a bit, run to the next mail box, walk a bit and it seems to work. But the notion that I can walk then knit seems to have freed my mind a little from the sense that I must knit every spare moment. I can knit every spare moment as long as I’ve got some exercise in and am being more mindful of how I eat.

I’ll be honest. I hate Weight Watchers really. I don’t like joining formalised groups. I don’t like pep talks. I’m pretty uncomfortable with a room full of women obsessing about getting into their skinny jeans, which, truth be told isn’t quite what it’s like but even just being around that sort of conversation every now and then makes me squirm and wish we were all just a little less obsessed with how we look.

On the surface it feels utterly vacuous and the food discussion leaves me cold because I don’t seem to eat the way many of the women (and sometimes men) do. I don’t need encouragement to cook from scratch, or eat more wholegrains and less processed food, or make more time for me. I do all those things already. I just have some bad habits wrapped up in what is essentially a healthy lifestyle. Neither do I want to turn into someone for whom my appearance becomes the driving force behind everything I do. I’ve already got a reasonable level of vanity that doesn’t need further encouragement. But I’d like to feel less pudgy. Less slothful. More trim.

I’ve not had an epiphany. I’m not shouting from the roof tops that I’ve found the answer. There’s no point in that because it’s easy to ruin life changing declarations by a prompt reversion to old habits. Weight Watchers meetings are full of people who say they did well for a while, then stopped. I was one of them a few years ago. So it can  happen to any of us, which is why I’ve stopped going to meetings and am now using the Weight Watchers online tools. I can weigh myself at home (we’ve got some lovely digital scales), making it just part of a once a week routine and so far I’m doing well. Because I’ve tried carefully to avoid making such radical changes that I can’t sustain them, I’m finding the softly softly approach is best. I still eat out. I still drink wine regularly. If I turn into someone who cares more about denial than contentment, I won’t be any better off.

Some days I don’t walk. But I aim for getting it right most days, to allow for the days when I want to bake a cake or open a bottle of wine and knit for hours on end and not leave the house. Just like my Tuesdays off, I’m striving for balance.

Walk then knit. Walk then knit.

Bells

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‘Til Tuesday

Posted on January 19, 2010 | 43 Comments

Starting today, Tuesdays are to be my at home day. One day a week, at home, alone, being creative. Or busy. Hopefully both.

Isn’t that a lovely prospect? It’s something Sean and I discussed late last year and something I nervously approached management about at work. I learned from that exercise that asking is easier if you don’t approach it with fear and a sense that you have no right to ask. The option exists in our workplace policies to do such a thing, so I did it. I asked with confidence and certainty that it was something I needed to do and so we reached an agreement that Tuesdays would be my day.

So here I am. What shall I do with my Tuesdays? You might reasonably expect I plan to do a lot of knitting and you’d be partly right. But I think it would be too easy for me to spend every Tuesday with DVDs, audiobooks and sticks and string. It’s not really the whole picture.

It’s about having some mental space to figure stuff out, like where I’m going, what I want out of life. Do I want to resurrect my writing life? Do I want to change my career path?

If it all sounds a bit heavy, it’s not meant to be. But I think setting aside time to just hang out with myself and take stock, even if that’s happening while tidying the stash room or going for walks, then that’s a good thing. And I’m excited. I’m kicking off this new phase gently. I started with a brisk walk after Sean left for work, a pot of tea and this blog post, and then I’m going to wash and block a couple of shawls so they’re put away and ready for winter. Then I’ll make soup. Then I’ll knit. Or crochet some squares.

And I will be happy.

Speaking of happy, look at the writing on Alice’s outfit here? See? It’s partly obscured by her tummy but it says Future Knitter.

Alice, the Future Knitter

You can buy one on Craftster. Every baby connected to a knitter should have one! Thanks Kuka for showing it to me! Her parents loved it!

Bells

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Babette, My Love.

Posted on January 17, 2010 | 41 Comments

Once in a while, an idea makes itself known to you in such a way that you know, without a doubt, that you can’t say no. Some ideas seem ok at first, then you forget about them. Others never appeal. But some ideas are so strikingly good, so inspirational, that you have no choice.

And often those ideas come from other people.

English blogger, Mooncalf, hit upon an idea so fabulous recently that RoseRed put it to me and we both knew it had to happen. There was not really any choice in the matter. Do you know the Babette blanket? It’s crocheted, so if you’re a knit only kind of person it might not have crossed your radar. Here’s what it looks like.

It’s a granny square blanket, basically, but with a difference. It’s filled with granny squares in a range of sizes, each placed according to a set out pattern. The original blanket is knit in 125 squares made of Koigu. Let us not discuss how much that would cost. I was never going to make it in Koigu so let’s just move right along.

The thing that is most off putting about Babette is that with all those colour changes, it’d be kind of a pain to sew in all the ends and construct it. Not to mention the way that choosing all those colours is just fraught with danger if you’re not absolutely convinced of your ability to choose matching colours. So for a long time, Babette has seemed unattainable to me.

The Ms Mooncalf had her astoundingly good idea, the kind that makes you sit up and think, hello, why has no one thought of this before?

What you do, for any granny square or other shaped blanket, is choose one of the Regia Kaffe Fasset self striping sock yarns that comes with a range of specially chosen colours. That way you know that the colour choices are bound to be genius and you eliminate the need to sew in a eleventy bazillion ends! RoseRed has started hers. True, you don’t get quite the neat and tidy beginning to each colour change, but  you know, that’s a small price to pay for what will ultimately be an amazingly good blanket (and machine washable!)

I collected my bag of ten balls of Regia from RoseRed yesterday (who had ordered it from Mooncalf’s own LYS in England for NEXT TO NOTHING – no really, this whole blanket is costing me a mere AUS$36!!) and I cast on right away.

babette1

I love it. I am utterly besotted. I’ve done nothing but crochet squares for the last twenty four hours.

babette2

So much so that I am considering dropping everything else I have planned for the next little while and focussing on this entirely.

babette

Right now, I can’t imagine anything else i want to make more. I’m even sewing in the ends as I go, after every square! I realised today that doing so is giving me a sense of ultimate control over my life. If the ends are sewn in, I feel like everything is in order. (Let’s not discuss the washing that hasn’t been folded up or the the state of the dining table). Everything is fine as long as I keep sewing in those ends.

Fourteen down. One hundred and ten or so to go.

Easy.

Bells

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A Gift from Far, Far Away

Posted on January 15, 2010 | 28 Comments

When I posted recently some photos of Alice playing with my Icarus shawl, playing peek-a-boo to be precise, Amy in Rhode Island wrote saying that at the same age, her kids had all loved playing with ‘Play Silks’ and would Alice like one? I’d never heard of Play Silks but the idea sounded lovely. A package arrived from Amy this week and today I got to have lunch with Fee and Alice so I could give it to her. We had sushi, then moved onto Koko Black for coffee, cuddles and playing.

Below is a series of photos showing Alice from receiving the parcel to playing with the gift.

silky1Oh pretty ribbon!

After playing with the ribbon, an impressive part of the package, we opened it. I love the furrowed brow of concentration. Meanwhile, Mummy taps away on the iphone trying capture the moment.

silky2What’s inside Aunty Bells?

It’s red silk!

silky3Red stuff! I like it!

We played Peek-A-Boo!

silky4Where’s Alice?

We found her!
silky5

Here I am! Hiding!

It was a great way to spend a lunch hour!

silky7

So thank you Amy! It was an instant hit and she carried it away with her in her pram at the end of lunch. Fee said she could tell it was going to become a favourite toy. We like to think of it as Alice’s first fan mail!

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Winners. And cashmere.

Posted on January 12, 2010 | 32 Comments

It was so great to read all the entries for the contest this week!

The thing I love most about holding a contest, apart from the fun of giving stuff away, is that it brings people out of the woodwork. Commenting on blogs takes time. Trust me, I know! I try and do it a lot but have you seen my blogroll over there in the sidebar? Keeping up with reading and commenting is hard!

But we all appreciate comments when they come in. That great mix of long time readers, who become a community is occassionally punctuated by comments from readers never before heard from and that’s a thrill! It’s all part of the conversation.

So there were 89 entries in my contest and I chose three winners. One very local. One a little bit local and one very far away. That wasn’t deliberate. It’s just how the numbers came up.

First up we have

Lea of Knitting Sprouts! She’s very local. About two suburbs away so there’ll be no postage required on that one!

Next we have

Dianne of California Girl in Oz – she lives a couple of hours up the road and Dianne has on occasion worked as yarn mule for me on her trips back to the States. I’m only too happy to be giving something back!

Finally, when this name came up, I was extra happy!

It’s Jodi from The Drunch. Do you know the Drunch? No? You should. Jodi and I go way back – she’s mother to four boys under four, including a set of triplets and I’ve been reading Jodi since the days when her boys were much, much smaller and life was really challenging. Now she’s got her new site, and it’s fantastic because Jodi is really funny, really smart and shares in a really accessible way what life is like with a den of four little boys. Jodi also talks about her other loves like writing with occasional dips into stuff ranging from the serious (like marriage) to the lighter side, like make up. I love it!

I’ve been meaning to put the spotlight on her for a while and now I have the chance. Jodi also took up knitting late last year and watching her discover just why knitting is SO GOOD is great fun. She’s recently launched into knitting socks and I’m incredibly impressed at how fast she’s trying new stuff!

So winners, I don’t know what I’m sending you yet. Be patient while I think a little bit about each of you and what I think you’d like. I might take a little while because I really want to get it right.

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Now about the cashmere in the title. Want to see it? This is it.

cashmere

This was given to me last year by RoseRed. It’s 2300yds of pure cashmere from Colormart. All through December, I was longing to cast it on once the Christmas knitting was over. It was going to be the Shetland Tea Shawl from A Gathering of Lace and it might well be, but not yet.

Over the break I spent two agonising hours one morning trying to cast the damn thing on. I hate the circular beginning of a shawl. I tried several different techniques but one after another failed because I might as well have been knitting with ten thumbs. Between that and the Anemoi mittens I mentioned in the last post, it’s not a good time for me at the moment, knitting wise. Something is a bit amiss. Maybe it’s just the heat. It’s been 38C (or 100F) today. Who can think of much with temperatures like that?

I guess we all have bad knitting periods. It’s not like I’m not knitting anything. I have a gift on the go for my sister but it’s the tricky stuff that’s eluding me right now. I’ll just have to be patient.

Bells

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There Goes Sunday

Posted on January 10, 2010 | 30 Comments

sun

I took this photo a few minutes ago, the first time I’ve stepped outside since much earlier in the day. The concrete is scorching, everything is wilting but inside we are behind closed curtains, keeping up the fluids and watching TV. Today, we finished Series 2 of The Wire. That’s kind of growing one me but really, today I’d watch anything as long as I could stay inside.

I’ve been knitting but it’s been one of those knitting days where you have to chalk the whole thing up to GaaK. What’s GaaK? If you read RoseRed, you might recall a few months ago she coined the phrase GaaK. It means Growth as a Knitter. And there are days when it’s quite apt. Here you will see all that is left of several hours of attempting to start Eunny Jang’s Anemoi Mittens. Two balls of Knit Picks Palette in Lipstick and Cream. Honestly, should it be so hard?

mittens

I set out to learn the tubular cast on, as per the pattern, and that was fine. I mastered that quite nicely over the FOUR TIMES I began the mittens and got almost an inch into the cuff. It seems nearly everyone on Ravelry has had the same problem with these mittens. Starting on 2mm (size 0) needles on 56 stitches makes for some tiny, teeny cuffs. Four attempts at upsizing and I put it aside for the day in favour of something easier. GaaK indeed. At least I got a new cast on technique out of it. Let us not discuss this further.

So, to something cooler than mittens, how about a great summer dessert? This is a dessert that Sean and I have used numerous times over the years and we dragged it out again as a ‘bring along’ dessert to George’s house last week.

If you don’t like yoghurt or berries (yes, RoseRed, I’m looking at you) then this Jamie Oliver recipe will be a bit of a turn off for you. If you do like those things, then perhaps you’ll love this. It’s a quick assembly dessert and always looks so pretty.

Yoghurt and blueberries

It’s Yoghurt with Blueberry Jam and Elderflower Cordial and I’ve always served it in these blue glass goblets. Perfect don’t you think? When we served this at George’s house, we replaced the Greek yoghurt with a good quality vanilla yoghurt since we’d be serving it to little people and it worked a treat.

The way you see it here, layered with the yoghurt, then jam, then cordial and blueberries is only for presentation. Once you have it in front of you, stir it all up and it’s delicious! Elderflower cordial isn’t hard to find but it was a few years ago when I first started making this. Back then it was only in speciality shops, but we found some, albeit an English product, in the supermarket. The additional blueberries on top are my modification. They’re so cheap at the moment that I couldn’t resist!

Yoghurt and Blueberries

I actually employed George’s 4 year old PJ to help me assemble these when I made them, so it was both entertaining and tasty and everyone scarfed them down. We came home and made them for ourselves the following night, using the left over ingredients, which is how I came to have these photos.

Don’t forget to leave a comment by midnight Saturday in order to be in my contest!

Sean has just cracked open some beers. Time to go sit in front of the fan.

Bells

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