Mr P has just asked me to clarify that he is not a porcupine first thing in the morning, but in fact Eraserhead.
Photographic evidence will NOT be forthcoming.
I have been very busy today. For no apparent reason, earlier this week I decided that what I really, really wanted was an Elizabethan costume. It's probably due to the fact that we were going to the Ricardian banquet in York in September and now we're not, so I have itchy sewing fingers again.
On the other hand, of course, it could just be that I've been reading too much Christie Dickason and Philippa Gregory again, and am starting to fancy myself as a Tudor Rose. (Terrible how my reading material affects my costuming - it was Georgette Heyer all the way for the Regency Ball, and look how that ended up!)
Anyway, today I have made a pair of felt slippers. Oh, how easy they were. At which point Mr P casts a covetous eye over my toasty warm toes in the slippers and decided he wants a pair. Just as well it's the Bank Holiday and I've got an extra day to do this in, isn't it?
(Instructions for making slippers - draw roughly round your foot onto heavy canvas and cut out. Sew a long strip of fabric around the outer edge of the canvas, join at the heel. I pleated the front to fit my toes and then covered the raw edges with some braid I'd had lying about for about a million years. If this doesn't make sense, I will put up photos tomorrow as I'm making the next pair
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I have also made half a standing collar, which is currently suspended in the bathroom whilst the starch in the lace edging dries - only place I can keep it out of the cat's reach! - not that I'm saying Graeme is a menace, but... he's a menace. (And he knows he is.)
Knitted most of a sock, which is a (whisper) Christmas present for someone. Can't knit the other one, though, cos I promised I'd show mum how to knit socks in return for her showing me how to knit lace...
And made a small pearl and bead snood for the Elizabethan outfit. But I'm holding that back in its full "what the 
have you come as??" glory for a rainy day.
Oh - and this is Graeme. 
Handsome chap, no?
