It's Fo Friday which always cheers me up :-)
I haven't done a lot this week as both me and my son have been ill. It was my husbands birthday on Wednesday and we were meant to be going out for dinner, instead we had Ryan for the day. It wasn't quite the birthday we had planned but it was nice to all spend the day together.
Ryan is still full of cold but seems a lot better in himself today. He still isn't really eating but I'm sure he is on the up now. As I haven't been able to do much I haven't finished a few of my WIPs off but I've got a few things to show you:
A dinosaur hat
These hats look great on :-)
i can't get it to view the right way (sorry) but this is a mustache. One of the departments at work is joining in Movember. It's a charity that trys to bring mens health issues to the forefront and invest in research to help cure them. The idea is men grow a mustache for money for the month of November. The department is mainly made up of men but one of the women wanted to join in, hence me making her a mustache. The link is below if you want to take a look:
I got the free pattern from:-
I hope they like that I made it for a charity event.
As my son is at home he was there when I made the mustache so wanted one for himself:-
He has also knicked my rocking chair. I'll let him this once as he isn't feeling well. He wanted it moving infront of the t.v. so he could watch transformers and by the fire to keep him warm. I think he looks too comfy!
I have been thinking more about my grandad today with it being Rememberance day. I would like to thank all those who put their lives on the line so we can live the life we have. My grandad spent most of world war II as a prisoner. Whilst as a prisoner they worked in a turnip factory. If you didn't keep up with the work you were beaten and if you still didn't keep up you were killed. My grandad was quite strong and picked things up quickly. He realised if you worked the machines too hard they would block up and the machines would stop working. His captors thought he was wonderful cause he would work so hard. What they didn't realise was him and his colleagues were blocking up the maching so the ones who weren't well could rest for a while. He never wanted recognition for what he did, he didn't like talking about it. As it was near the end of the war they were all marched to germany (he was captured in north africa) and most died before they made it. His camp was one of the last ones to be released so it was a long war for him. I would like to thank him and many other men like him that have meant I can lead this life, free to crochet and free to live my life the way I want to.
I hope you are having a wonderful Friday!
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