little stars

Here's another one for the Christmas Market in December. And another one with baby-friendly eyes! You like? I think it could be a sibling of this one. And do you think it's a he or a she? Mr Pippa and I always disagree on this. Well, alright so it's not that we disagree, but he calls all of them 'he'. Even this one and this one and this one, all of which I thought were girls, without question. Yes, I'm conforming to the pink=girl stereotype. Just because it's a stereotype it doesn't make it bad. Ooo controversial. Seeing men in pink reminds me of that episode in Spaced where the girls lend Mike a pink top to wear clubbing. If only I could find it on YouTube to share here.


It's been very gloomy lately. So gloomy that it's hard to tell which is day and which is night. I was waiting until some natural light to photograph the most recent creations, but the natural light isn't happening. Unless it's a day I end up staying in bed. Then the sun will come out just to spite me. Stupid sun.


Why was I telling you that? Oh yeah. That's why the photos aren't great quality. This is the gloomiest house I've ever lived in. No windows in the hall. No windows in the kitchen. Who builds a kitchen without windows? When cooking a roast, we have to open the bathroom window and the door to the utility room and the backdoor (which is off the utility room) so that we don't set off the heat alarms. But those heat alarms are another story. You'd think that, because they are heat alarms, you wouldn't set them off when you're making toast. Well, you're right. The toaster doesn't set them off. But using the grill sets them off. Oh, and having a hot shower. Yeah. Really what you want to deal with while you've got shampoo in your face.*


I'm getting distracted easily today. What was I talking about? Oh yes. I have another sock monkey to show, but the photos are worse quality than these, so I'll either wait for some sunshine, or I'll just show you the rubbish photos and trust that you can see past the blurry gloominess.


Is there any point in having breakfast now when I'll be having lunch in about an hour? 


Although, I spent that long looking for that Spaced clip that it's now only about half an hour until lunch. I can wait until then.



*I don't actually put shampoo on my face. But you can guarantee that, the time the alarm goes off is the same rare occasion that the shampoo decided to attack my eyes.

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happy little cakes

It's Sunday. So why not post pictures of cakes?

There's something about little cakes which make me smile. Don't they look happy?

I've got lots of sock creatures to show you this week.

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oh look it's another pretty cushion cover

I made this cushion cover before covering the office chair but I forgot to show you. Well, I didn't completely forget - the dead computer had a big part to play in the lack of photos to share with you. But I have all of my photos back now. Hurrah!

Anyway, back to the cushion cover. Here's the front:

And here's the back:

It even has a zip! Aren't I clever! My mum was very impressed with me when she saw it. Who needs sewing lessons?! 

How many of you had already made the change to using the new blogger editing thingy? I only just discovered it. And lookey here - you can click on 'reactions'. It's an exciting new feature here at Pippa's Long Stockings! (Yes I know, I know, other people have probably been doing it for ages but I've only just cottoned on. It takes me a while sometimes.)


+Edit. OK so the reactions aren't actually working. I'm on it though. Call back in a bit...


++Edited later. What's going on? The reactions are hiding. Anyone know how to fix it?


+++Back again. Is it just the new Blogger editing or have I messed up some html while trying to sort the 'reactions' problem? The space between paragraphs seems HUGE. I knew I should have stayed away from html.

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fairy dust follows me

I haven't been to a fancy dress party in a while. So I haven't stuck glitter to my face in a while. I haven't used glitter in my crafts for a long time - at least a year. And yet, I find sequins and glitter all over the house. Here is photo of the washing having just been emptied from the machine. What's that on the floor? A glitter star.

Where do they come from?! Mr Pippa is often finding them on his face (not stars - just a granule of glitter every now and then) and is convinced that I sprinkle them on his pillow to make him look silly.

I don't understand it.

The more I look at this one, the more she grows on me. I may keep the pink eyes.

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jenga, anyone?

I'm not sure about the eyes. What do you think? I think that button eyes would look better. However, I want to make as many baby-friendly sock animals as I can (so that they'll sell better on my stall). Especially as the high-contrast print of this creature would make it brilliant for a baby. And yet, most baby toys are in soft pastel shades. What's that all about?

I've been working very hard to make things to sell at the Christmas Market on 5th December - ONLY 5 WEEKS AWAY!

I feel a bit like a game of jenga. No, I don't want to play the game, I feel like I am a game of jenga. I'm at the point in the game where I am swaying slightly, and if one more block is put on top, I will crash. Someone asked me to help with something quite straightforward but I could feel myself swaying. People forget that I'm ill. Or they forget the implications of it. Maybe they think I need to sleep a bit more but apart from that I'm basically fine. Or maybe I need to use a stick because I ache a bit but apart from that I'm fine. They forget that washing my hair is a massive task for me. They forget, or maybe don't realise, that writing an email isn't just a case of sitting down and writing. Everything takes so much longer and I have to think so much harder.

I thought about doing twitter feeds for a week on 'a week in the life of someone with M.E.'. Surely that's what I do already? No. I don't want to whinge about that poisoned feeling I get. Or how my arm sometimes can't even lift a cup of tea to my mouth so I have to get Mr Pippa to pour it into a plastic cup and get me a straw. Because no-one wants to hear that. But then, by not mentioning it, people don't know.

I'm not having a good week.

But on a high note, Mr Pippa did crêpes again today. Yummy. What do you have on yours? I tore mine into thirds and had nutella on one bit, sugar and maple syrup on another and with the last bit, I wrapped marshmallows up in it and put it in the microwave. Mmmm gooey marshmallows. It was lovely. Try it.

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