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Making spindles with chopsticks & fimo.

I've previously posted about making my own spindles during the Tour de Fleece this year, & wanted to make some more, experimenting with whorl size and shape. The spindles are so simple to make, using fimo clay, chopsticks, a pencil parer, a craft knife and some sandpaper (or in this case a sanding pad).I'm using the chopsticks because their slight taper allows me to slip the whorl over the shaft of the spindle, and wedge it into place at the thick part of the shaft. First I shaped the chopsticks; tidying up the thick end using the pencil parer. (untouched chopstick on the left for comparison)
I marked around the shaft about 4 or 5 cm from the thick end of the chopstick. I then whittled away the chopstick corners along the length of the stick, stopping at the mark at the thick end of the stick.
See the square edge on the left, the unchanged chopstick? I lightly sanded along the stick to make it smooth & get rid of potential splinters & anything that could snag fibre.

Baby's first book

I recently became a first-time honorary aunt to little Baby Katie. Katie is 2 months old today and is the loveliest most quiet & content little baby I have ever met; she was smiling at 2 days old! At a whole 2 months old it is time that her Honorary Auntiebought her first book... so I took a little wander into Hodges Figgis in Dublin city centre last weekend in search of a suitable publication.I wanted something that little Katie could enjoy when she's a little older, sitting on her Granny's lap having stories read to her, and when she's a little bigger she can read to herself. I wanted something classic, that I enjoyed as I child. And then I got distracted by this...

'The Surprise' by Silvia van Ommen ; this picture book tells the story of a lovely sheep who decides to surprise his friend.
There is much tootling along on a scooter; there is dyeing; there is shearing...
There is a spinning pink poodle with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth;
There is winding t…