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Happy Halloween

{ I love that they both have the same expression, knuckleheads }

{ these two making my heart explode }

{ Reese led the parade again. Ryan brought up the tail again. }

And my two favorite pictures from the day...

{ this is my life in a nutshell }

Happy Halloween from our family to yours!

a 'collection of sorts' sprinkling...

yesterday i pulled up my 'collection of sorts' knee socks and spent quite the while snippity snapping pictures, i would like to say i completed all the pictures required, but alas i did not. therefore i have plans on sunday to finish what i started and in turn have high hopes next week i will be able to put a finger upon the exact day my 'collection of sorts' will be in the shop window.

of course i had grand, oh so grand plans earlier in the year for it to be a most marvelous collection, filled to the brim with quantity and quality in a shiny new place on the old world wide web. things did not go according to plan but that is 'a-okay' for truth be told, its nothing short of a small miracle there is a pile of handmade goodness waiting to be placed in the window of my old store.

and so, a 'collection of sorts' has become its name. small quantities and i like to think, tippity top quality and here is a sprinkling of what will be on offer when i turn the 'open' sign on my little store shortly

crocheted lappity lap blanket shawls which go from lap to shoulders in a trice, complete with handy dandy 'lucky happy' shawl pin to keep in place

little 'lucky happy' dolls bringing luckiness and happiness to one and all

patched and pieced vintage 'lucky happy' bags with good lucky charms and pins, perfectly suited to a pottling out and about or indeed staying home and looking most delightful hanging from a peg

crocheted 'lucky happy' scarf-lets, perfectly suited to keep a neck warm and cozy on a chilly morn, or indeed most fitting as a little blanket shawl for a small being

granny chic 'lucky happy' shawls with a little bit of vintage bling, most suited to keeping one cozy whilst pottling around the nest on a winters day

a solitary 'lucky happy' patched and pieced cushion

dottie angel frocks in my most fabby fav colourways

'little medals of good lucky' most at home worn upon a coat or indeed pinned to a bag, bringing lucky and happy thoughts with their little charms of good luckiness

Traditional Mass Celebrated in Aberdeen

On Saturday 19th of October, we had the pleasure of celebrating the first official Traditional Mass on the Aberdeen diocese mainland in recent years.  The Mass was celebrated by Very Rev Fr. Michael Mary, F.SS.R. in the chapel of Blairs College (St Mary's College) in Aberdeen.  The college was a junior seminary from 1829 to 1986.  The college chapel is very beautiful and provides a wonderful venue for the Traditional Mass.

Fr. Michael Mary sang the Mass, with Brs Jean Marie and Martin Mary serving.

Preaching on the Three Hail Marys.

We are happy to announce that the next Mass will be celebrated at Blairs College on Saturday 16th of November, the feast of St Margaret, secondary patron of Scotland.  All are most welcome to attend the location can be found here.

wordless wednesday...

Yesterday's Feast of Christ the King

The Feast of Christ the King gives us an occasion to honour Our Lord as Our Sovereign and to consider the aspects and grandeur of His Royalty.  Jesus is often spoken of as ‘King of Love’ and with special reference to His Sacramental presence on our altars.  Whosoever would have an audience with the King of kings and the Lord of lords, must simply visit a church in which the Blessed Sacrament is reserved.  But it is not only from our churches that Christ wishes to reign as King.  In giving answer to Pontius Pilot, who inquired of Him concerning His Kingship, Jesus said that His Kingdom was not of this world.  No, far from it and indeed He is far above the petty dignities of a merely earthly dominion, to which there is always an end.  But Christ’s Kingdom is God’s Kingdom and of this Kingdom there is no end.  While Christ’s Kingdom is not earthly, He is nevertheless Ruler of the entire universe.  He sits at God’s right hand and all heaven worships Him and all creatures bow to His Name.  O glorious King!  O happy lot of all who share in His eternal dominion!

Considering the purely spiritual aspect of Christ’s Kingdom, we may say that it is located in the souls of the just.  The kingdom of God is within us and it is from our minds and hearts that Christ wishes to reign.  He is given the chance to do this when we keep His commandments and do the will of His Father.  He is King in pure souls, where His grace abounds and they are His most faithful subjects, His dearest children and His closest friends.  To honour and imitate the Sacred Heart of Jesus is the best way to honour His Majesty and to prepare the way for His Kingdom within us.  We must love God and love our neighbour.  Love is learned by loving and if we have charity and peace of conscience, we have God living and reigning within us.  ‘If any man shall love Me,’ says the Lord, ‘he will keep My word, and We will come to him and will make Our abode with him.’  John 14. 23.

knitty news flash...

this just in....

knitty news flash number one:

the other night, Tif had an epiphany of the knitty kind whilst admiring fair isle sweater vests and Latvian mittens. do not set your sights so high her epiphany told her, bring them back to reality, bring them back to squares and rectangles... and so she did. after the small miracle happened, the elation she felt inside was somewhat similar to the elation felt upon completing a crocheted granny square several years and many moons ago. knowing it was a moment of utmost importance in her crafty journey through life, she pinned her little swatch of colourway goodness safely and labeled it 'a small miracle ~ specimen #1', signed and dated it for all to see in mossy shed. 

she noted after a day or so had passed, her lads of three were oblivious to her knitty miracle and so she removed it from the wall and wafted it under her man's nose with exclamations of just what a miracle it was. getting little more than a distracted 'oh yes, i see, yes that's great' she realized her feelings of not being patted on the back nor rewarded with a gold sticky star from her man were not the feelings to be carrying around. instead she must pity the man, for indeed he was unaware of just how momentous it is when 2 sticks and 2 yarns get together and 'make happy'. in the meantime, Tif plans to make more specimens and pin them to her wall, as is always the way with Tif she dreams big and dreams of a whole wall filled with framed knitted specimens of all colours and sizes and as is usually also the way... the chances of it ever happening are pie in the sky

knitty news flash number two:

whilst burning the midnight oil with Mr Lurgy, Tif realized life was too short to be a thrower and went about seeing if being a picker was her thing. after pondering the moves in her head she chose a lovely little vintage pair of jolly red needles and some lovely JoJoLand yarn (from the store) thus creating something for her display whilst dabbling in picking. (ah yes, even with Mr Lurgy visiting her clever crafty 'kill 2 birds with 1 stone' (but she didn't really literally, been over that one before) cunning cogs were still turning). less than five minutes of slow methodical picking and Tif declared to Mr Lurgy, Little Olive (the hot water bottle) and Used Dog (feeling tres old) that indeed, a picker she would be, forever and ever more for it would appear, she should always have been a picker, she just did not know it for 38 years. Tif then pondered why this was and came up with a brilliant conclusion and one she was quite proud of. as a crocheter surely it feels more right to have the yarn in the left hand to pick with and in doing so, leaves her right hand in place rather than this big old fiasco every time she wished to do a stitch of throwing her whole right hand up in the air, wrapping the needle around, whilst being held by her left hand 'steady', to come back and be reclaimed again by her right hand. by the time she got to the end of a row she was exhausted... but not any longer, right and left hands stay firmly where they should and may proceed with picking forever more

knitty news flash number three:

Tif is wise to the fact her job is starting tres soon, she is also wise to the fact tomorrow is POS training day. not knowing what POS meant she quickly learnt it meant Point of Sale. this in turn made her wonder what other abbreviated wording must she learn pronto not to let the side down. what if a work dearie were to call out "Tif, quick OHN, i NYTHWP and after that CYSTS before YTYGB". she would be clueless and instead of hearing it as "Tif, quick, over here now, i need you to help with pricing and after that can you stock the shelves before you take your grand break", Tif may well have understood it as "Tif, quick Owen Henry Neil, i no you thought he was perfect and after that can you stop the staring before you think you're gone batty". Tif realizes there is still much to learn for her new job and much of which will be learnt on the job as days are fast approaching to the big jolly grand opening day, where she will be working 2 till 6 in the afternoon. she was hopeful she may have the job of 'greeter at the door' and 'sheep stamper' of little hands and Mr Till with his jolly scary looking till like stuff going on would be put in the capable hands of another. however it would appear 'greeter and stamper' is not a job title and she may well have to summon all her snoopy courage and dabble with Mr Till while doing her deep breathing exercises

knitty news flash number four:

despite dancing with Mr Lurgy, dreaming of yarny specimens, picking away to her picky hearts content and going dolally with learning abbreviations, Tif has indeed continued with her 'collection of sorts', woolly knee socks pulled up each and every morn, doing all the fiddly things which she has put off for weeks now due to Mr Procrastinator from the 'collection of sorts' department coming to visit most days

and there concludes the knitty news flash for today,
over to Mr Weather in the other studio ...

"why thank you Mr K N Flash, well as you can see, its a bit of a mixed few old days on the horizon, lots of wind and rain heading our way and in some places, high on the hills we are likely to see a bit of sleet. good news though, after a few days this should move on through and Mr Sun will follow for a little while. my advice though for the next day or two, stay home, stay warm, stay dry and stay knitty"

"oh a shuffling we will go" ...

on saturday i took down the old vintage shelving unit which sat atop the sideboard on one wall of our kitchen and popped it in the understairs cupboard to make a 'pantry of sorts'. this greatly pleased me as i no longer was tripping over cardboard boxes and feeling my anxiety levels rise just thinking about trying to locate whatever needed to be located from the depths of a most useful but woefully un-utilized cupboard, whilst crawling on my hands and knees.

this wonderful solution which left me jubilant also left me with a blank wall and a pile of 'misfits' on the kitchen island. but not for long! no sirree! for i had a cunning plan i had hatched just the day before when pondering the relocation of said old vintage shelving unit.

"oh Tif, pray tell your cunning plan won't you please?" i hear you cry
"why of course, since you asked so nicely" say i 
(all the time trying to ignore the little niggly itch in my ear which is mocking me from a place i cannot reach due to having a stud placed in my tragus a few months back) so banishing thoughts of relief from just a little chance to itch, i shall swiftly move on to cunning plans and spilling them...

little olive wondering if she has suitcase/housing insurance just in case...
i am sure i am not alone to have seen folks out there doing brilliant things with old drawers. well as luck would have it, i had several big old vintage drawers leftover from Gladys' 'hey days' as a pop up store and using them as shop displaying. so when my man came home from soccer on saturday morn i commandeered him as part of my master plan. i must pause here and say, i do like my man very muchly as he always seems to see my cunning plans as a priority, i think he is wise, i think he could teach our lads a thing or two before going out into the world.

and so whilst i pointed, advised, loitered and assisted in my pyjamas, dressing gown, woolly knee socks, fingerless mittens, crocheted scarf and felt slippers, he went about creating some kitchen cubbies, taking not a blind bit of notice of what i was saying and desperately trying to not take a blind bit of notice of what i was wearing

i do wish i had a picture of them before but alas i do not, because as is often the way, i was far too impatient to stop for such things... poised the momento my man stepped away, i was armed with paint brush in hand and thus from saturday to sunday, painted and pottled in-between weekend 'must dos', happy in my own little world. on sunday eve, my man having been gone most of the day, inquired had i had a good day, a day when i got lots done due to a quiet shed. i mumbled i had sort of, trying to think if i had actually achieved anything at all worthy of voicing, when Our #4 piped up "yes she has been really busy today, can't you see there are curtains now hanging on the drawer". not i might add in a sarcastic tone but one of genuine belief that using your day to hang little vintage embroidered cloths on a drawer screwed to a wall is a day spent wisely. perhaps i do not need my man after all to teach my lads, perhaps already they are wise enough...

footynotes galore:
1: my man assures me they will not fall down in the night

little loppy eyed bunny is not convinced those brackets are up to health and regulation standards
2: he can read my mind
3: tomorrow thrilling yarny notes from a mossy shed
4: "really does it get any more thrilling than that?" i wonder
5: "ummm, yes chances are high it does however we will risk it for a biscuit" say you
6: by jove Tif what a lot of pictures today

7: indeedy! i was happy snappy with frankly frank despite his winter sluggish ways

jolly 'lucky happy' indeedy ...

a 'collection of sorts' slowly but surely coming together nicely in time for the holidays ...


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