Showing posts with label enthusiasm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label enthusiasm. Show all posts

Friday, 27 April 2012

A Tangle of Things... and Herman the German

Well hello again everybody!
I know its been rather a while since I last posted... I have a multimillion reasons for my neglect which I won't bore you with.
I'll instead get to the good stuff!
I spent the Easter Holidays... in Shropshire... on Easter Camp!!
We stayed at a youth hostel, in a tiny little village. It was really lovely, the wild, sweeping countryside... apart from a six chimney power station belching smoke on the other side of the hill. That's England for you.
The building was an old art-school, so with big rambling Victorian rooms and a huge staircase that you simply have to take the stairs three at time and whoop as you run down them...
Okay. I simply have to.
Well, the week was just amazing, as it always is!
We studied the Armour of God in the main talks, with informal discussion groups, bible studies in the morning, and prayer times for campers before breakfast - so it was pretty intensive!We learnt so much and had such an incredibly encouraging time.
We also went caving, did archery and the highlight of the week - laser paintballing.
AND - this is the most important part of the entire week, I think...
this little guy was made:


MEET: HERMAN THE GERMAN, sock monkey!!!!!
I need to add here that I am not responsible for his name. It was a unanimous decision that had nothing to do with me. I wanted him to be called Horatio, actually. But you know how once somethings been named, you just can't call it anything else? In this case, it was very annoying! But now it's stuck!

This was Herman in the making...


And now, of course, you'll want to know how to make one!!
You see I know these things...

 Sock Number 1

This is an absolutely awful picture diagram of how to make one. I'm sorry its only little but you can kind of get the idea I hope? The tiny little words in the bottom right hand corner read 'turn inside out before sewing', so basically turn the sock inside out before sewing and then back the right way to stuff it before sewing it up.

Sock Number 2

You can also customise your monkey! In this picture I demonstrated how you can chop off the ends of the paws to make ears, but you don't necessarily have to do this. Herman has bits of fluff for his ears. Another tip is putting a pipe cleaner in the tail, arms or legs, so that you can bend them as you want!

The afternoon we made these monkeys on camp, it was a girls only session, however the boys invaded and decided that they wanted to make one too...

... this unmentionable guy made a - I won't even call it a monkey - out of an old sock he had been wearing for the first part of the week. I was only told this after I had been admiring it. I then lost quite a chunk of my regard for it as I'm sure you'll understand.




      However, the result was this:


He was stuffed with plastic bags and his name is Spoon (for reasons I won't go into). Pretty impressive for a boy's sewing!


 Here displayed are some other colourful relations posing with Herman. There were just under twenty altogether, but I didn't get a picture of them all.

Anyway, unless you think that all we spent time on camp doing was making sock monkeys, I'll just add that this post was supposed to be sock monkey co-orientated!

They are so awesome though, aren't they!

Don't worry, I'll get over this obsession soon.

If you know of any other sock-thing ideas, please comment! And if you've made any sock monkeys please also comment, I'd love to see them!

I think I'm going to experiment making a monkey out of a baby sock, and turn it into a key ring or something. I made one for my sister with a age four to five sock and it only took me about forty minutes or so, they are so easy to make and so effective! Ah, I love these things :)



Thursday, 23 February 2012

The London Trip

So, I thought I'd just post the latest in my exploits...
Since January it feels like I have just been working, working, working... (of course), and so a little recreation and refreshment was needed!
Couple of days ago, met up with some friends in London and did a number of things which livened up the times of about thirty-odd Londoners; and a very happy guy in Camden.
I shall elucidate.
We went to Camden Market and haggled... I'm obviously the expert in haggling because my team came away with two items of wearable clothing for a fiver, reduced from... wait for it... twenty-five pounds!!
Thank you, thank you...
Of course. I will whisper in thine ear, that cheesy guy behind his stall was probably telling us porkies just to make us feel good, I can almost vouch for it that he got those clothes for two quid and made a three pound profit. You can tell by the cheshire grin.
However, it succeeded. It made us feel good.
And vice versa. 
So.
That's what haggling's about!

But I can't recount the triumphs without mentioning the failures. (You have to keep that balance, hm?)
One not-so-expert went up to a guy who was selling sunglasses for £5.
She said, 'Hmm, can't afford £5... not worth it... will you sell for £10?'
Well needless to say that that completely failed.
And SO cruel to the poor chap! His heart probably leapt to hear someone offering to buy his precious plastic sunglasses for double the price displayed! His pulse began to race; his low grey day suddenly rocketed into a golden sky.
And it was left to us to bring him back to earth: we walked hurriedly away...

But anyway. We can't all be genius.

Then, the Londoners...
Well, all I'm saying is, about thirty of them at some time in the day, reached a point where they noticed a peg hanging from their scarf/hood/handbag/coat... and read the epic words 'You've been Pegged... Pass it On!! :D' 
It made their day. Without a doubt.
Imagine the JOY it filled them with to discover that They Had Been Pegged!! By a group of cheerful and happy teenagers with nothing else to do (but they didn't know that).
What I want to know is, how many of them actually passed it on...
Were we caught? Ummm... only once! Over-protective guy with no sense of humour - well actually he did laugh in the end when he realised what it was!
The most hilarious was when a pegger crept up behind a couple who were having their photo taken. His actions have been immortalised forever.

a random photo of a pegger in action...


So, as you can see, my life has been rather interesting of late. These are just some scraps of it. You have heard... now Pass It On!!!....

Monday, 19 December 2011

Exercise - and of COURSE I'm not complaining...

(Lately the weather has been like this. And tomorrow I'm expected to jog in it! It's like running through a fog... It IS running through a fog, actually.)

Exercise? Why not?! It's as popular a topic as any. Very popular in fact, hence the naggings from parents and certain friends I could mention.
I thought I'd write about it since I do it so little. I'm not lazy (of course), its just that exercise is not a subject which fills me with enthusiasm.  Perhaps, mehopes, my blogged musings might inspire me...
Well, I actually went for a little jog to the postbox the other day, which incidentally is just down the street. People who saw me probably assumed I was being chased by a knife-wielding mugger.
Unsurprisingly, nobody offered assistance or even bothered to check if I needed it; there's society today for you!
I reached my destination wheezing like a dying fish and then forced myself to turn homeward immediately; since one of my reprehensible parents had told me that it was only when you were in pain that you were truly exercising. I think that is an unspeakable falsehood. Exercise is defined as 'improving your health' and I cannot believe anything is improving when you're hobbling along in agony. :(
So, I there I went in the style of an old, old lady. As a thought, I hope the old lady watching me from by the bus stop realised my manner was coincidental and a result of my exercise rather than a crude mimic. It's not good.
Well, all I can say is that maybe I should have asked for a treadmill for Christmas. Then at least I would be able to perfect my agonies unseen...
But it's not happening.
Apparently I am to go jogging with a friend tomorrow. A friend whos family win long-distance RACES and who go trotting 8 miles before breakfast. And who apparently is going to make me run 2 miles at least and who I know is going to watch me turn purple and will laugh in my face...
And I KNOW it will be foggy tomorrow...!

Tuesday, 20 September 2011

Coffee

So, I am the sort of person who starts a blog full of Enthusiasm, Hope and Resolve... which gradually fades away until the last post there is dated three years ago. Okay, okay, not quite three years. But almost.
Well this time I promise, promise, PROMISE to keep on posting!!
*bright smile*
You tut tut and shake your head like one of those Churchill Home Insurance bulldogs that people stick on the dashboard of their cars. I know. You're right, it probably won't last. But if I can't even keep New Year resolutions... how can you expect me to keep a resolution made in the middle of September...?!

Besides my tendency to ramble, which effectually bores any poor readers I might have to death (which means that all you who are reading this are obviously still surviving, CONGRATULATIONS! you must have very hardy constitutions) I can never think of anything to write!!!
It is a constant source of irritation to me.The hours spent uselessly at the screen, frozen by lack of inspiration into a statue of immobility... which means, being a statue, I would no longer be alive, and therefore, wonder of wonders! will have actually expired before my readers! Unheard of.
Actually, come to think of it the above declaration is a contradiction. You probably noticed it before, but I didn't. Being a statue, my brain wasn't working very fast... I say I ramble (the dictionary definition of the word, verb, type four: 'to talk or write in a discursive, aimless way' Yep. That's me.) yet I claim I cannot think of anything to write? Scratch that. I probably mean that I can't think of anything worth reading to write. Scratch that as well. If I carry on like that, most readers will probably have been frightened away...

I don't think congratulations are enough to reward you for have managed this far. I offer you my felicitations, commendations and condolences... Readers, I salute you.
(I have no idea where that sentence came from? but it sounds good. Go away, genius, go away...)

Anyway, now the usual first-post-of-the-blog blurb about inspiration (or the lack of it) is over, let me continue...

So, I have this new blog. A marvellous thing. And I plan to fill this blog with scribbles, hence the wonderful title.
A sort of online journal.
Minus the private thoughts, secrets, and feelings that I've heard people write in their journals. Obviously, if I wrote about them on here, they would no longer be private.
Which therefore makes this an online blog.
Back where we started, methinks!

Well, I have come to the conclusion that I talk too much! So much so that by the time I've realised what I'm saying, I don't even know what I mean anymore. That's happening right now.
I'll stop.
I could say that it's because I've been drinking coffee.
What we do without caffeine to blame?!

So I guess I'll just go have another cup to rejuvenate my spirits... because who can look at that picture without wanting to drink it...