November 27, 2005

• Knitting A Haggis

  The little darling now has eyes and a squeaker.  And a kilt.  I managed to find ribbon in the approximate tartan in Liberty.  There must be about a thousand pounds worth of fairy lights in that shop, ready for Christmas. It was very disorientating, which is probably an indication that I ought to get my eyes tested again, rather than anything else.

  
  

  I’ve spent the past 20 minutes making the ribbon into a kilt.  I hate ironing pleats:

  
  

  

  
  

  
  

  One metre of ribbon becomes, before your very eyes, 20 cm of pleats.  Now to sew it on.  No.  I tell a lie.

  
  

  Have the Haggis so far….

  
  

  (I’m sure what I’ve just done comes under the heading of Post-Modern).

  
  

  OK.  Arms attached (legs still pinned on). But, isn’t the kilt cute?

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

  And, two hours later, and wondering why I’m doing this, and concluding that the intended recipient is probably going to take one look at the thing, and go ‘Woh, that girl is seriously mad’, and I don’t think he’s that into me anyhow, so why it’s a good idea to use a knitted haggis as a seduction technique I have no idea.

  
  

  Two hours later, we have this.

  
  

  

  
  

  We have a kilt pin, a sporran, a tam o’shanter, and I’ve inadvertently arranged a date with a guy that I met at Eleanor’s party.

  
  

  xxx

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