Little things

Here are the two most recent things I have knitted for friend's littl'uns.
The denim jacket was made following a pattern but the cardigan with hearts motifs was just made up as I went along.
Over there years I have made quite a few little items etc for sprogs, but apart from an orange hat I cannot find any photo evidence.

Lampshade

I bought a really nice old lamp stand in France which had a broken shade. I couldn't find a suitable replacement that wasn't ridiculously expensive, so I made my own.
Keeping the inner bits and the ring at the top, I attached verticals and adjoining sections made from wire coat hangers. Then I made a 'ground mesh' by wrapping the frame in cotton thread and then pasting squares of muslin onto that using wallpaper paste, papier maché fashion. The green and gold coloured lines are made using ripped up bits of handmade paper.
It's a bit wonky, but I like it.

Fake stained glass

I had a window created in the wall at the top of the stairs to let light through. Real stained glass was going to cost a lot of money, and be heavy. So I hit on the bright(!) idea of using perspex, self adhesive metal tape and scraps of coloured lighting gels.
Less than £20. Bargain!

Bikini tops and vests

Tit bags. Over the shoulder boulder holders. Bra tops. Vests. All knitted or crocheted by yours truly over the years. The one top left now lives in Malaysia with my petite friend Katy, who has yet to send me a photo of herself wearing it. Katy, get your finger out woman!
The hat also features here.

Painting and drawing in Ty Jouen

A friend's sister and her boyfriend had a fabulous farm in Brittany where they lived a permaculture lifestyle surrounded by animals and organic vegetables. In 1990 group of us went there for a week or so armed with paints and pastels. Here are some of my efforts:

Two more needlepoint cushions

As above; two more cushions... the one on the left with the interlocking crosses is fairly well-used as it supports my lower back when I sit on an expensive Italian chair at a company I work for in Islington. You'd think they could have designed the things so that the backs moved in and out, eh?!
And, as you can see, the one on the right is still unfinished. A while back I bought a cane chair which had a nasty burgundy Dralon-covered seat that needed replacing. I came up an idea to replicate the cane mesh of the chair in needlepoint. But when I pulled the seat apart I found that the underneath of it needed more than just a new cover. Somehow the project just never got finished. The chair is now rotting away in the garden. But I suppose I should still make this into a round cushion... one day...

Christmas cards

Last year I made created a photographic montage using images of pubs with a tenuous Christmas theme collected from my pubs set on Flickr.
The card was designed to be a sort of quiz; on the back I invited people to identify the 12 pubs and get back to me by email. I was disappointed that only a handful of friends actually bothered to do this, and I now think most people probably just thought it was shop-bought because it was printed and, to the unobservant, looked like just any other Christmas card.
In the past I made my cards using all sorts of different media; material, glitter, torn paper, even beads and wire, so I can understand why the printed card wasn't really noticed as a 'hand-made' item.
So, as this year I shan't be making any cards at all, I thought it would be nice to display all the ones I have made in previous years.
As you can see there is nothing shown here for 1998. That year wasn't one of my best; the design was a triangle of green fur fabric with glitter glue baubles which looked great during the creative process as the balls of glitter hung in spheres, but as the glue dried they just turned to flat discs.
And I cannot recall or find any reference of what I made in 2007 – I cannot believe that I did nothing at all – if anyone has kept one, please do let me know.
1993 paint splatters using Christmas colours on white paper and gold tissue; 1994 simple computer-generated motifs; 1995 zig-zag machine embroidery using silver thread through two layers of recycled paper; 1996 1995's idea expanded on brown paper; 1997 me in a crown of Christmas lights (hardly anyone recognised that it was me!); 1999 computer-generated typographic design depicting the numbers changing at midnight.
2001 simple glitter glue tree; 2002 holographic red metallic film on hand-made green paper; 2003 filigree paper with glitter glue baubles on dark blue hand-made paper; 2004 machined applique using zig-zag stitching on two pre-embroidered and embellished materials; 2005 crochet tree with glitter glue baubles on white bobbly plastic; 2006 beads threaded onto wire and hung in a window; 2007 photograph of my home-made wall-mounted tree made with garden canes and over-sized lights; 2008 my 12 pubs of Christmas,

Close ups:

Home Sweet Home

Saturday 17th October 2009.
What a lovely way to spend an afternoon; Tracey and I went along to an event at Battersea Arts Centre where we each chose a plot and 'bought' a 200mm cardboard house to go on it, which we then customised using the materials provided.
Had I realised in advance the sort of afternoon that I was in for, I would have planned ahead and taken a few things with me, such a scalpel, and thought of a few ideas in advance. But time was of the essence as both of us had other places to be by 6pm, so I decided to restrict my design using whatever I could find inside three magazines. I relocated and replaced the windows and doors, added a stained glass window on one side and a bit of trompe on the other. The whole thing was then finished off with sedum roofs and gardens made of soft furnishings.
Tracey's house, across the street (which I named Makepiece Road) had wood panelling made from pegs, insulated roof tiles, an iridescent pink frontage and a huge bit of modern art in the back garden.
Had either of us looked into it a bit more before showing up we would have found out that being as it was the last day it was going on into the evening and a 'street party' was planned where all participants could be return to meet their neighbours and collect their houses. How frustrating! I'll definitely be going to the next one.
More pics of the event here and info here & here.

Willy warmers and Durex wool

I was taught to crochet at the age of 7 or 8 by my Nana and the dinner lady at school. I knew that to start you had to create a little chain stitch loop and then make 12 treble crochets into that loop. But I hadn't sussed out how to then make the regular increases which result in a big flat circle or square.
So, depending on the thickness of the yarn and the size of the hook I was using, what I managed to produce was a range of what I called 'purses', complete with drawstring tops, which I gave out as presents. The ones shown here are not originals; I made them last week to illustrate my point as both are created with the same 6mm hook.
Anyway, Mum used to tell me a story that on one afternoon Nana and I were crocheting away, and Nana showed off her latest design using gold metallic yarn which she mistakenly referred to as 'Durex wool'. And sat at her feet was a little girl making willy warmers. Ah bless.
Once I had worked out how to do the increases there was no stopping me. Here is my school photo aged almost 9. The photographer commented that he liked my tank top. I was so pleased with myself and blurted out "I made it!!" You can see the precociousness (or is it smugness?) written all over my smirky tight-lipped smile.
Everything in that photo is home-made; Mum made that shirt and together we made the bobble hair thingies.

Survivors

Unbelieveable... but these are the only janeknittedthis items that I can find in my wardrobe. All were made between 1994 and 1996. After that I became interested in needlepoint and then had a new home to decorate, curtains to make, walls to paint etc. Apart from the odd small thing for for friends' kids, the knitting needles haven't been used much since.

Painting holiday in Dolceaqua

Two weeks in beautiful Northern Italy in 1993 with some lovely people from Kensington and Chelsea Art School, generally having fun with paint, paper, pastels, pencils and potato peel (really; I thought it might add texture, but it didn't really work). I loved it there, and I produced a prolific plethora of pictoral panoramas and portraits. And here's me pontificating at my crit.
Back in Engand, we put on a show, so I had many of my efforts framed. Of the ones shown below, sad to report that a couple of them were stolen from the school, probably for the frames, rather than the subject matter, so it's a good job that I managed to take photos of them. Ah well. I managed to sell 4 others though. And the 3 that are my favourite ones hang on my walls at home.

Gone but not forgotten

It is just plain ridiculous not how many things I have knitted over the years, but how many things I have thrown out or recycled. By that I mean some wool might start out as a lacy jumper and then, perhaps 3 years later I'd get fed up with it, unpick it and turn it into a fitted cardigan. And more often than not there are no photographic records of them.
The list includes a long pale mauve basket-weave V-neck which was the first thing I ever knitted, a green leaf-stitch V-neck which was a re-hash of a crocheted jumper I made when I was about 15, a Shetland-style design with colourful patterned yoke, a navy aran jumper, a fitted jumper with 7 different horizontal stripes, a soft pale yellow cotton jumper, a loosely-knitted mohair fisherman's rib scarf, a cream+beige+red assymetrical design, a pale dusty pink sleeveless top and a petrol blue mohair jumper with placket front and collar.
There were also the things I made for other people; a lacy cotton cable top for my sister and black mohair jumpers for a couple of her friends, presents for boyfriends such as a long sleeved cotton rib tops and aran jumpers, and gloves and scarfs.
In the 80s I used to knit on the train and tube on the way back and forth to work... you don't see anyone doing that now. I even used to knit in my lunchtimes!
And at one point I used up a lot of my spare wool making cute little stripey jumpers for noone in particular and then, after they were sitting around taking up (a small amount of) space, I had one of my clear-outs and stupidly gave them all to charity!
Anyway, some other items did make it into onto film:

Row 1 (the '80s): Simple red garter stitch sleeveless top (my boyfriend at the time loved this so much that he asked me to make him a blue one!); simple flowers design around the yoke of a cream jumper (the wool for this one is rehashed in the second pic of the next row); pink cardigan with diminishing stripes; cotton stripey top sleeveless top with polo neck; simple sleeveless top; plain black version of stripey top (I made the jeans too!); my favourite aran jumper.
Row 2 ('85-'97): My sis calls this my Gary Numan jumper; big cream and black squares jumper using wool unpicked and knitted together from 2 others; rust cable jumper; fisherman's rib 'granddad' cardi; thick grey aran cardi (in a previous life this used to be an aran jumper).

Crochet hats

A few years back I noticed a lot of crocheted hats being sold. And my internal "I could do that!" voice kicked in.
The one top left is made out of 2 metre lengths of garden raffia bought from Homebase for something like £3.50. The crocheting only took about 25% of the total time to make it; it was the weaving in of all the overlapped loose ends that took the bulk of the time. But I was really proud of the end result and it has been on many holidays with me. It went all floppy after I dropped in in the sea but recently I sussed out how restore some rigidity to the brim by painting it with clear polyurethane varnish, which means it's sort of collapsible like a gentleman's top hat.
The two brown hats are made out of brown bias binding. I can't recall how mum ended up with so much of the stuff, but hey. The hat at the bottom was made using a really big hook and the top one was achieved by cutting the binding vertically to make it half as thick, and therefore easier to work with.
And finally, there's a pic of my friend's daughter sporting a small orange cotton number.
If only I had still had the beret-style hats I made when I was about 10...

My ball bag

Or, to be more precise, my woods carrier.
In September 2007 I started playing bowls. Flat not crown. Up at Highgate. It's lovely up there, like a set for a Agatha Christie novel.
Bowls is a great game and and a lovely way to pass a Summer's afternoon. One of the most amusing things about the game are the highly amusing double-entendres uttered by players, such as "nice wood", "good length", "what hand shall I come in?" etc. Ooer Missus.
I kept meaning to buy a carrier for my woods and then hit on the brilliant idea to crochet one. I haven't bowled at all this year and I completely forgot to take some shots of it with woods in it as it looked really good when the coloured rings that indicate the weighted sides on the woods were lined up on the 'nippes' of the ball sacks. Oh how we tittered. (Tittered!).
But just as amusing is this pic of my sister modelling it like some kind of saggy-breasted beast of mythology.

Paper mosaics

Ah Gaudi... inspired by a trip to Barcelona in 1993, I came back with the urge to smash up tiles and crockery and create a similar Park Güell effect in the bathroom of my old flat. I started gathering old plates etc from car boot sales and then hit on the idea of creating the same effect with paper using cuttings from magazines and bits of scrap paper, and then giving it a few layers of clear polyurethane varnish (what a stink!). It took ages to complete.
Chopped up and hidden in amongst all these fragments are posters of Redon's 'Ophelia Among the Flowers'*, Matisse's 'Dancers' and a Cezanne landscape. Looking at it now, it's all a bit wild and mad. I preferred the panel I created on the wall behined the toilet which was a much more simple effect, starting with dark blue at the top fading to cream at the bottom – it is just visible here at the far right. But I can't seem to find a pic of just that bit alone. Shame.
At a later date I created a 2-sided table-top in the same way, using off-cuts from a job I was doing. I loved the texture and colours and so made a fishy thing on one side and a swirly pattern on the other.

*if you look at this painting you can see that it was originally a picture of a vase of flowers; he turned the canvas 90º anti-clockwise