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Natalie Dee

This made me laugh :o)


…but my computer is being a stinkyass and keeps losing my blog. Therefore you can have a picture of Simba to entertain you instead until I can get onto my dad’s pc.


Here he is doing what he loves best: watching out the lounge window for the paperboy to arrive, so he can scare the living daylights out of him by doing his best “big bad wolf-dog” impression.

– knitagirl

(Ok, so last night didn’t work out. My internet was stolen by those damn pesky pixies again, luckily WordPress kindly saved what I had written so I can finish my blog now. Well, that is if my work computer will let me, and my boss doesn’t walk in on me doing it.) 

I am seriously atrocious at this blogging lark. I keep meaning to blog, but I seem to get distracted so easily. Usually by a medium-sized, four-legged hairy creature with a snotty nose, or a small two-legged, non-hairy creature with a snotty nose (Simba/Neve). Talking of Simba, he managed to open the front door to the paper boy today. Ah well, I guess its better than his usual jumping up and attacking the paper as it comes through the letter box antics. Anyways, where was I? Ah yes, my severe lack of blogging skills. I really do mean to blog more than once a month, but it just doesn’t seem to happen. Which is silly cos I’ve had a lot of fun over the past couple of weeks, which I could’ve written about. So that’s what I’ll do now, so here’s a catch-up on the life of knitagirl.

Well, I spent the last two weekends in March celebrating my 23rd birthday. I can’t believe I’m 23 already, where did my life go? It feels like only yesterday that I was in high school studying for my Alevels. So much has happened over the past five years, and yet it seems very little has changed. I’ve been to university, got a degree and now I’m working. Well, I say working, but its not a real job, just something to help me on my way to realising my dreams of travelling. I still feel like the same old person, I see all my friends maturing, moving away for a job and settling down with partners, and I wonder when its going to happen for me. Life doesn’t seem to be about having fun and enjoying it anymore, the conversations now revolve around applying for jobs, weddings or money. I just want to stand up and shout ‘who decided it was time for us to grow up?!’ Argh! I think I’m having a mid-twenties crisis (sort of like a mid-life crisis, but without the red sports car and affair with some one twenty years younger than me).

Anyways, celebrating my brithday was fun. I travelled to Derby for the first weekend to celebrate with uni friends. For some mad-capped reason, we decided it would be fun to try our hands at Bingo. Now let me tell you something right now, the adverts on Tv lie. Bingo halls up and down the country are not full of young fun-loving women drinking and having a laugh, while trying to win the jackpot. They are full of strange old women/men who are obsessed with the game and have ten cards on the go at a time. They shush you if you make even the smallest of noises, and frown when you laugh at something. Plus bingo is freakin’ confusing – we spent the first two games, wondering what the hell was going on and what card we were meant to be playing. Plus when someone does get a line/two-line/full-house/whatever, there’s some strange noises happening. ‘Her-ya’ is shouted across the room at the caller. It sounds like some bizarre mating call of the lesser-know spotted bingo-playerus. Anyways, two of the girls won some money which was good. And the £100,000 jackpot on the link-bingo makes it almost worth it to go back. ‘Almost’ being the operative word in that last sentence.

The next weekend was my actual birthday weekend, and for that I flew to Dublin for the weekend with an old school friend. It was the first time that I had ever flown, so it was definitely an experience. I have a problem with heights, so I wasn’t too sure about looking out the window, but I’m so glad that I did. The view was amazing. On the way there, we flew above cloud level, so it looked like we were just floating about giant marshmallow clouds. But ont he way back it was perfectly clear, so I got to watch as we left Ireland (that made me want to go back and visit the coastal area next time), across the sea (waving at the ferries crossing, although I have a strong feeling that they didn’t see us!), and then across into Manchester airport. Dublin itself is a strange city, full of contradictions. Ever street is a strange mix of brand new architectural buildings and run down Georgian buildings. Some of the Georgian buildings were so beautiful though, it was such a shame to see them falling into disrepair. We stayed in a hotel that directly overlooked the canal, and was just a five-minute walk into the city centre. It was great, although the loud music from the adjoining bar/nightclub did keep us up on the thursday night until 2am. But that didn’t matter. We just decided that if we couldn’t beat them (by stuffing pillows over our ears), we would join them and the next two nights, we went out to some of the many bars/pubs around the Temple Bar area of Dublin. I would really recommend visiting the city, there is so much to do, especially with the castle (but be warned that it doesn’t open until 10am), and the Guinness factory. Everyone told us it would be really expensive over there, but we found it to be not that bad. An average lunch cost us 8-12 Euros each, which is approx. £5-8 , which I don’t personally think is bad, especially considering the size of the portions. An evening meal, cost us about 25-30 Euros each (£17-20), which again, isn’t that expensive. So go do it. We found a good deal on for £150 incl flights per person in a 3* hotel incl breakfast.

I had some great birthday presents, and now that I have wrestled my camera back off my niece, who at the age of 20 months, has decided to become a budding photographer (although all the photos seem to be of either her feet and the floor, or the sky), I can show off some of the things I received.

Fan-dabby-dozey Crafty Book

This book is so much fun, and I’ve already started making things out of it. There’s some great ideas for presents etc, so be warned – everything from now on will be handmade for you birthday/christmas :o)

Ceramic Cupcake Trinket Box

My damn macro function wouldn’t work properly when taking this picture, so you’ll have to excuse the poor quality of it. The cupcake is so much more beautiful in real-life, plus the top comes off to reveal a place to put all my earrings etc.


And what birthday of mine would be complete without something Hello Kitty? This little bundle of goodies came from Neve, although I think she might have possibly had some help choosing it. OoooOo…and you see that big pen there, right in the middle, with a tag on it? Thats a fantastic pen, its one of those multi-colour pens, with lots of different nibs and even a propelling pencil bit. How amazingly cool is that?!? Ok, so I might possibly be the only one here who thinks that, but who cares?

Oh and I can’t forget what is possibly the best present anyone has ever got me. I havea  slight obession with all things Harry Potter, especially Ron. I can’t help it, the red hair just does it for me haha… So imagine how ecstatic I was, when I open an envelope from my brother and sister-in-law (Neve’s parents) and found this:

SIgned photo of Rupert Grint...woooop!

Can you see what it is? Its a signed photo of Rupert Grint a.k.a Ron Weasley. Haha…I think they just became my favourite relatives. The bright spot in the middle is from my flash which I had to use because with it turned off, the photo went all blurry and poo. Are you jealous? You should be, you know. *Weasley is my King!*

Well, I had better actually do some work, seeing as though that’s what they pay me to do. I’ll blog more over the weekend (if those pesky pixies don’t come back that is).

– knitagirl

I will post properly tonight. I promise. I’ll do it as soon as I get home. As long as the evil invisible cornish pixies haven’t stolen my internet like they did last night, I will post tonight. I have lots of photos, so it’ll be fun :o)

 – knitagirl (still jealous that Lucy made it to NYC before I did grrr…)

I, knitagirl, do solemnly promise to blog  asap after the weekend.

 If I can see the screen, because its the start of my birthday celebrations. So I’m going ‘…party like its my birthday. go shorty, its your birthday. I’m gonna party like its my birthday…’


– knitagirl

i. want. this.

 – knitagirl.

While reading other blogs during my work day, I’ve noticed a recent trend for posting a favourite poem. So in order to keep people happy until I finally manage to blog about what I’ve been upto and my ‘alternative book review’, here’s one of mine (appropriate for this weather I think):

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
                                – Robert Frost.

– knitagirl.

…I might have possibly visited the Stitch and Creative Crafts show in Manchester yesterday. And I might have possibly spent some money. But its all good because I found the best named book EVER! Are you ready? Really ready? Its called ‘DomiKNITrix‘..hahaha…how much does that title say ‘this book needs to belong to Mel’ to you?! Well it does now haha. I’ll post some scans of the patterns in it tomorrow, along with a book review ‘Mel style’.

Until then, a little Neighbourhood Watch Warning for you people out there – when you hear your neighbour’s house alarm go off, go investigate what’s happening and perhaps call the Police. Because we heard our neighbour’s  alarm go off at about 5 pm’ish, and just thought nothing of it, as it goes off a fair bit. Well, the carpenter is there now cutting wood for the smashed window where they were broken into. So look after your neighbours, and don’t just assume the alarm is going off for no reason. This is the end of Mel’s Public Service Announcement for today.

– knitagirl

Would someone like to buy me this? I have a craving to knit this, so does anyone have some spare pennies that they’d like to spend on little ol’ me? Please? With a cherry on top? x

Have I spelt ‘weird’ right? I always spell it this way, but according to my dad, its actually spelt ‘wierd’, following the old ‘i before e, except after c’ rule. I have no idea – I prefer the way the word looks when its spelt ‘weird’. Anyways, enough about spelling, I’ve been tagged by the lovely Wendy to list six weird things about me. Now some people would say that there isn’t just six weird things about me, there’s enough to fill up an entire book. But as I like to think of myself as special and unique, not weird, I’m going to have trouble thinking of some things. So feel free to leave some comments listing everything that you think is weird and wonderful about me hehe…

1. I have a huuuuuuuuge obsession with the Japanese Sanrio character, Hello Kitty. For those of you who haven’t heard of her, go here and enjoy the pinkness and cuteness of it all. I don’t know where or when it all began, but it did and now my bedroom is a shrine to all things HK. For christmas my parents gave me HK bedding and curtains, which are totally awesome (such an American phrase eugh!), and I got lots of HK things for my car (steering wheel cover, seat cover, seatbelt pads, organiser, phone holder). I even managed to get something about her into my dissertation for my degree. See I told you I was obsessed. If I have time (well, if I can be bothered to do it really), I shall photograph my HK collection and post it in my next blog.

2. I love the smell of frying mushrooms, but can’t stand to look at them, let alone eat them. Don’t ask – I did tell you I was weird. The smell is just yummy, but eugh, they look like shrivelled-up, slimey slugs. Mum keeps trying to sneak them into my food, but I have mushroom radar, I can spot a tiny piece of mushroom from a hundred paces.

3. I can sing the entire Welsh national anthem, but don’t have a clue what the English one is past ‘God Save Our Gracious Queen…’ This one might have something to do with the fact that I grew up in Wales. We used to sing it every Friday morning in assembly in my primary school. I loved it, its full of gorgeously sounding phrases like, “Gwlad, Gwlad, pleidiol wyf i’m gwlad” (Wales! Wales! fav’rite land of Wales!). It sounds so much better in Welsh of course. And the tune is fab, full of power and passion. I just love it. Makes me miss Wales everytime I hear it.


4. I’m 22 but I don’t drink. Alcohol that is. Of course I drink water etc. Its my own choice as well. I just got to the point about three years ago, where I could drink a silly amount of booze, and not feel drunk. But I still got the hangover the next morning, which sucked. So that was it, I decided to stop drinking. Occasionally I’ll have one drink on a night out, but thats once in a blue moon. Its great now, because I can remember everything that happens on a night out and use it to bribe my friends. I mean tease them. Tease them, of course, I would never bribe a friend with the fact that she kissed a totally yucky man last night. Of course I wouldn’t, that would be cruel and mean, and fun…So yes, I am a 22 year-old female who doesn’t drink.

5. I can’t sit with my feet on the floor, they have to be up and resting on a box, table etc. I don’t know why I have to do this, but I do. It makes my feet more comfortable and stops my ankles feeling twitchy. Until recently I thought I was weird with my joints. I get a strange restless feeling in my ankles and wrists occasionally, where they feel like they need to be constantly moving to get rid of the sensation. But apparently I am not alone, there is a recognised condition called (wait for it…) ‘Restless Legs Syndrome’. How straight to the point can you get? And just in case you don’t believe me, look. I used to annoy the hell out of my mates at uni, because I would constantly have my feet resting on my desk, or their desk, or their chairs. Its not my fault really. I just like to be comfortable, and if anyone else has this, they’ll know just how annoying and irritating the sensation is.

6. I like the smell of coins. The older, the better. I think this is just a throwback to when I used to get up on a Saturday morning, have breakfast, and then go into my parents’ room and sit and count the change in my Dad’s change tin. It was just an old cigar tin, but every night he would empty his trouser pockets of all his loose change and dump it in there. Then come Saturday, I would practise my maths skills by counting it all up into little piles of 1p’s, 2p’s, 5p’s etc. By the time I was finished, my hands would smell of the coins and I loved it. Such a freak, I know.

Phew, I managed it. 6 weird things about yours truly. Now hopeully my work computer won’t throw a wobbley when I try to post this and lose everything I’ve typed. Fingers cross’d.


P.S – Just remembered, I tag Lucy. Think everyone else has already been tagged apart from her, so there you go.


Lucy’s tagged me to do the the ‘Four Things’ list, so here it is:

4 Jobs I’ve had:

  • Office Cleaner
  • Fish and Chip Shop Staff
  • Waitress
  • Systems Intergrator (right now)

4 Movies I could watch over and over

  • Dirty Dancing
  • Beauty and the Beast
  • Center Stage
  • Chronicles of Narnia

4 Places I have lived

  • Ashford, Middlesex
  • Aylesbury
  • Penarth
  • Stafford (I could go on forever with this one!)

4 TV shows I love

  • My So-Called Life
  • Ally McBeal
  • CSI
  • Dawson’s Creek

4 Places I have been on holiday

  • Paris
  • Lake District 
  • Cornwall
  • Cardigan Bay

4 Websites I visit daily

  • Facebook
  • Ebay

4 Favourite foods

  • Galaxy chocolate 
  • Lasagne
  • Rhubarb and Apple Crumble
  • Roast Goose dinner

4 Places I would rather be

  • Somedays- Back at Uni (same as Lucy)
  • Penarth – some people’s heart were left in San Francisco – mine was left in Penarth.
  • Bed…. I love my bed…or my ‘pit’ as it is affectionately known by my parents.
  • New Zealand.

So there you go. I have fulfilled my dutyas a taggee. I’ll think of some people to tag in my next post that really is going to appear within the next couple of days, even though I’ve been saying that for a while now doh!

Until then,

– knitagirl