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Snowflake pattern 1

Pattern 1

10ch, slst to form a ring

1st Row: 1ch, 24dc into ring.

2nd Row: 1ch, 1dc into same place as slst. Dc to end. Slst into 1st dc.

3rd Row: 1ch, dc into 1st dc, 18ch, miss 3dc, dc into next dc. Repeat from to end. Slst into 1st dc. (6points)

4th Row: 1ch, work 28dc into each loop. Slst into dc

5th Row: Slst into 3rd dc, 1ch, 1dc into 11dc, 24ch, slst into the 12th ch from hook, 12ch, slst into previous ch as last stst, 16ch, slst back into previous ch as last slst. Repeat from to twice, 12ch, miss 2dc, 1dc into next 11dc, miss 4dc, 1dc into next 11dc. Repeat from to 5 times, miss 4dc, Slst into 1st dc. End off.

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Snowflake pattern 2

10ch, slst to form a ring.

1st Row: 1ch, 24dc into ring.

2nd Row: 1ch, dc into same place as slst, 4ch, 1dc into next 4dc. Repeat from 5times, 4ch, 1dc into next 3dc, slst into 1st dc.

3rd Row: Slst into 1st loop, 3ch (1st tr),1tr, 1ch, pc, 1ch 2tr into same loop (shell) 3ch,pc,3ch. Repeat from to end, slst into 1st tr.

4th Row: 1ch, dc into same place as slst. 24ch, slst into 10th ch from hook, 11ch , slst into 10th ch from hook. Repeat from twice, 14ch, 1dc into last tr of shell group, 5ch,pc,5ch,1dc into next tr. Repeat from to end. Slst into 1st dc. End off.

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Snowflake pattern 3

1st Row: 1ch, dc into ring (6ch, slst into 5th ch from hook) twice, 8ch, slst into 7th ch from hook, 10ch, slst into 9th ch from hook, 12ch, slst into 11th ch from hook, 14ch, slst into 12th ch from hook, 12ch, slst into 11th ch from hook, 8ch, slst into 7th ch from hook, 6ch, slst into 5th ch from hook, (5ch, slst into 4th ch from hook) twice, 10ch, slst into 4th ch from hook, (6ch, slst into 5th ch from hook) twice, 8ch, slst into 7th ch from hook, 12ch, slst into 11ch from hook, 14ch, slst into 13th ch from hook, 12ch, slst into 11th ch from hook, 10ch, slst into 9th ch from hook, 8ch, slst into 7th ch from hook, (6ch, slst into 5th ch from hook) twice, 1ch, dc into ring. Repeat from to 5times, joining with a slst. End off. With a backstitch, join together at the 14ch loop on all leaves.

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Snowflake pattern 4

8ch, slst to form a ring.

1st Row: 1ch, 18dc into ring, slst into 1st dc

2nd Row: 1ch, dc into same place as slst, dc to end.

3rd Row: 6ch, slst back into 1st dc. Dc into 2dc, slst into next dc, 6ch, slst back into same dc as slst. Repeat from to end. Slst into first dc

4th Row: Slst into 2ch, then into loop. 1ch, dc into loop, 6ch, dc into loop, 6ch, dc into loop, 4ch Repeat from to end. Slst into 1st dc. End off.

5th Row: Recommence with a dc in-between the 2 loops. 6ch, slst back into dc, (12ch, slst in to 10th ch from hook) 3times, 16ch, slst back into last slst, (10ch, slst into same slst as previous, slst down to next loop) 3times, slst into next slst, 6ch, slst back into same dc as 1st loop, slst into centre of next loop, dc, 4ch, dc into centre of next loop, slst down to next dc. Repeat from to to end. End off.

Weave all ends through crochet.

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Super sprouts

Researchers at Johns Hopkins University have found that broccoli sprouts have a high concentration of cancer-fighting compounds. The tiny sprouts pack up to between 10 and 100 times more...

Researchers at Johns Hopkins University have found that broccoli sprouts have a high concentration of cancer-fighting compounds. The tiny sprouts pack up to between 10 and 100 times more sulphoraphane – the compound that helps the body neutralise chemical carcinogens – than adult broccoli. You can get broccoli sprouts in many health food stores and supermarkets.

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Something to chew on

You know that chewing gum can help bad breath, and many ex-smokers have kicked the habit by using it - but did you know that chewing gum is also a natural remedy for heartburn? Researchers...

You know that chewing gum can help bad breath, and many ex-smokers have kicked the habit by using it – but did you know that chewing gum is also a natural remedy for heartburn? Researchers at the University of Alabama have found that chewing sugarless gum after meals increases saliva production, which helps clear away the gastric acids that cause heartburn.

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Beat the afternoon slump

I’m often asked if there are any natural remedies that can give quick energy. I often feel tired in the afternoon, especially if I’ve been sitting at the computer for most of the day.

The best remedy is to do something to get your energy moving. The following two yoga exercises are my favourite afternoon energisers. They increase circulation, oxygenate cells, enhance organ and gland functioning, and relieve tension.

CHEST EXPANDER

  • Stand with your spine comfortably straight and your feet hip-width apart. Interlock your fingers behind your lower back, with your palms facing upwards, and rest your hands on your bottom.

  • Inhale deeply and raise your arms behind you as high as you comfortably can, keeping your fingers locked. Keep your shoulders relaxed and your chest vertical.

  • Exhale, and lower your arms, again resting your hands on your bottom. Repeat several times.

FORWARD BEND

  • Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart and your back straight. Inhale, and raise your arms over your head, stretching upward and reaching for the sky with your fingertips.

  • As you exhale, slowly bend at the waist until your fingertips touch the floor, or until they touch your ankles, calves, or knees (whichever you can comfortably reach). Keep your legs straight, but don’t lock your knees. Hold for 5 to 30 seconds, breathing normally.

  • Inhale as you slowly roll up, one vertebra at a time, to a standing position. Repeat 2 or 3 times.

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What is depression?

All of us at one stage or another have experienced feelings of sadness, loss or grief. Quite often, we say that we’re feeling depressed. But what exactly is depression? Here, we explore the clinical definition of an illness that effects on average one in five Australians.

From The Australian Women’s Weekly Health Series – Depression, out of the shadows.

Depression is a devastating illness. It robs people of their capacity to enjoy the basic pleasures of life – eating, drinking, mixing with friends, having sex, working hard, spending time with children. Depression has a marked impact on a person’s capacity to think, feel and respond to those around them. It is not possible to carry on with normal work, social or family functions if you are seriously depressed. People with depression withdraw, blame themselves and commonly do not expect anyone else to understand them or help them to get professional care.

Depression causes a wide variety of bodily changes, including disturbances of the immune system, hormones, heart and gut. People with depression become physically ill as well as emotionally disturbed. They not only die early as a consequence of suicide and accidental death, but also from increased abuse of alcohol and tobacco as well as increased rates of heart disease.

Depression is recognised as a major health challenge. By 2020 it will be second only to heart disease as the leading cause of death and disability. It’s a problem that blights many lives – and, at last, there are treatments and strategies that recognise its importance, and provide ways to restore happiness, balance and optimism.

This up-to-date guide is an excellent source of information for any person experiencing depression, as well as common drug, psychological and alternative treatments. Importantly, it is a book that offers answers – and hope – to people with depression, their families and friends.

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Q&a: Audrey Niffenegger

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH Audrey Niffenegger author of The Time Traveler’s Wife (RandomHouse $32.95), our Australian Women’s Weekly Great Read for December.

**Q Your book, The Time Traveler’s Wife is often described as a classic love story – do you agree with that?

A** I’m interested to see how people very much want to classify it….’it’s a love story!….it’s science fiction!’ But I think it’s definitely a love story. When I originally conceived the idea for the book I was deeply interested in writing about people who are frequently separated through no fault of their own and so in a way, it is essentially a book about longing. And it is quintessentially a love story but in many ways I am more interested in what keeps them apart than the marvellousness of them being together.

**Q What attracted you to the idea?

A** At the time I started writing which was 1997 I was suffering from an extraordinarily lousy love life, which lots of leisure to think about the book. The other main inspiration for the themes of waiting and longing can be found in the book’s dedication to my maternal grand parents. My grandfather died very suddenly when he was in his early forties. Of a brain tumour. One day he had a bad headache and three days later he was dead. My grandmother didn’t die till her 70’s and never remarried or dated. Raised her kids by herself. That’s a lot of life to have your husband has died. And she never talked about him much. My mother was sixteen .

**Q I felt like I knew Henry and Clare really well by the end of the book and thought that the device of jumping backwards and forwards in time meant that they were gradually revealed in bits and pieces ?

A** The book was not written in the order that it is read. I started off with the title and wrote the ending, then just started the middle and the beginning which was very difficult and it got revised a lot. It’s pretty difficult for me to judge the incremental process the reader would have experienced because I did it in a completely different order.

**Q Is that how you always write?

A** I often start with titles but this is the first novel I’ve written – all my other novels have been visual novels so ….

**Q By that you mean illustrated works?

A** They’re mainly pictures, imagine a silent film with sub titles that’s about how much text there is. Mostly pictures with about one sentence per picture. When I’m doing one of those I will story-board it like an animated film so it’s very easy for me to re-arrange them, you know…pick them up and move them. So these scenes I wrote I thought of them in a similar way- they were sort of like units that could be moved around.

At one point the whole thing was assembled in a completely different order and someone said to me you’re going to completely confuse every reader and you should follow Clare’s experience.

**Q Time travel is not a new device, yet you used it in a very original way?

A** To me the real insight, the real original part of the idea was to have Henry have a genetic disease. Genetics were in the news at the time I was writing this. They were racing to unscramble the human genome. So the subject was kind of in the air.

**Q You started writing the book in 1997 and squeezed it in when you could, writing in fits and starts?

A** I’d periodically go to an artist’s retreat and when I was there I could write 70-80 pages at a go, but in my regular life, it got written at nights and weekends or whenever I wasn’t teaching. It’s episodic quality is actually good because you can write one scene in an evening.

**Q Did you become obsessed with it and think about Clare and Henry a lot?

A** They did take over a bit, moments like when I was washing the dishes and drying them. But not so much when I was teaching because you have a group of people looking at you and you must concentrate and respond. Very few people read it while I was writing it, so it was kind of like my secret life. My secret fictional life.

**Q When did you finish it and finally send it to agents?

A** Late January 2002.

**Q You experienced a lot of rejection – about 20 agents knocked back your manuscript?

A** Yes, there may have even been more than that. I never bothered to count.

**Q Most people find that disheartening – did you keep on believing in your book?

A** In the art world, the same thing happens, you try get into galleries, into shows, and I have experienced enough success in the art world that I could not believe people would not want to read my book. It was kind of denial, you know…‘oh you people are all wrong…’ Kind of typical of me but eventually I found a very nice agent .

**Q I understand the publisher paid the highest advance ever for a book?

A** Yes, they have a mission to publish emerging authors and are definitely set on discovering new writers and publishing fiction that other people are not going to take a chance on. They’re usual modus operandi is to pay fairly tiny advances and spend the rest of the money promoting the book. What was really great this time is that they liked it so much they were willing to pay more for my book – there was an auction and they outbid a couple of very large publishers. I’m very relieved it’s paying off for them because otherwise I would have felt terrible.

**Q You must have been thrilled to see your book the subject of a heated auction?

A** Yes it was really nice especially because the memory of being rejected by a whole lot of agents was pretty fresh. It’s very interesting to see how everything works (in book publishing). Also, the nice thing about having an agent is that you don’t have to experience the rejection

**Q You’re on a publicity tour now?

A** Yes, I’m half way through and it’s funny because I have to go back to Chicago every week and teach.

**Q How do you feel about the way people are embracing your book?

A** It’s really kind of amazing because writing is such a private activity. I was essentially writing it with my friends in mind. Whenever you think about anybody reading it, you think about people you know. It is SOOO amazing to meet total strangers who have read the book and come up to me and ask questions about my Henry and Clare. It blows my mind to see those words come out of their mouth. ..yeah, just, amazement.

**Q What prompted you – apart from a louse love life – to finally write a book?

A** I always wanted to write a novel and this idea was not going to be easily represented in pictures. This is about time and unless I’m going to go and make a movie, I should probably really do it as a novel because still pictures were not going to cut it. You can’t really make people disappear from pictures. So that was part of it. I had this idea and it had gotten hold of me and this was the best way to do it.

I’ve been writing for a really long time, I’ve written short stories and I’d never show anyone. Once I started to work on it I realised that certain ideas sort of have juice – you can see that you can take them to some sort of limit and that it could actually be fun to test some larger ideal that could actually be a novel.

**Q Did you start off with confidence?

A** I’m not particularly plagued by insecurities because I basically write for my own amusement. I was starting to feel insecure when I got that rejection from agents. After a while I started to think that I was delusional. That was when I sent it to the small publisher because I knew they were willing to read un-agented stuff. That was how I happened to be sending it to a publisher and an agent at the same time.

**Q Were where you brought up?

A** I grew up around Chicago. I was born in Southaven Michigan, which was a little town. We moved away when I was two so I never lived there for long, but we used to go up there all the time to visit all my relatives. I grew up in …Illinois, which is a suburb just a little north of Chicago and went to a small Catholic grade school, and a public high school and for college, went to a school of the arts. From a pretty early age I wanted to be an artist. I had the kind of family where that’s acceptable. My mother was a quilter and fibre artist . My dad is an engineer. I had two sisters younger than me. One is a buyer at a clothing company and the other is at a college working as a technical engineer at a computer college.

**Q You don’t have children?

A** No, I’m not married although three days after I finished the book I went out on my first date with my marvellous boyfriend.

**Q His name and job?

A** Christopher and he’s a photographer

**Q Taxidermy is a hobby of yours?

A** Only small things, nothing big. I don’t have a very big house. If I had a bison’s head or something it would take up the living room. I collect small taxidermy. The biggest thing I have are two human skeletons. In an upstairs room. It’s very nice with a skylight so they’re hanging around up there. It keeps them out of trouble and keeps the inquisitors from noticing them.

**Q Why the interest in skeletons?

A** It’s partially the creepiness, but it’s also just the beauty, I really drawn to natural history and the museum which is in the book is sort of a formative experience. It is an amazing place, full of stuffed birds and there’s a polar bear. So I am kind of slowly turning my house into a natural museum (laughing). I’m also interested in Victorian art and décor and Victorian ideas.

**Q So no clean, bright lines for you then?

A** No, I’m not really a modernist, but it’s not covered in doilies

**Q . What kinds of small things do you have, stuffed?

A** I have a great point owl. I have a rat , a memento from a trip to New York. I have a cat skeleton, the remains of a small squirrel,

**Q You also have two beautiful cats – of the living kind?

A** I have two cats, Claudine and Muybridge and they really are beautiful. Muybridge is a big black cat and Claudine is a tuxedo cat. Black cat with whiter markings that look like she’s wearing a tuxedo. Got white mittens and white stockings and a white stomach.

**Q Do they prowl over the keyboard when you’re trying to write?

A** That’s what cats are for. They also tend to sit in my lap, especially in winter. Claudine in particular likes to type. If there are any typo’s in the book it’s her fault.

**Q I read you like creepy movies – what’s the one that’s scared you the most?

A** The movie that most creeped me out was a movie called The Piano Teacher, a fairly recent movie, a very respected French movie about this woman who was a piano teacher in this academy in Vienna and she’s extremely messed up. I found that out and out disturbing, but creepy in a nice way, I would say David Lynch.

**Q The movie rights to The Time Traveler’s Wife have been bought by Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt?

A** Yes, by their production company Plan B. They are the producers and as far as I know, Brad and Jennifer are planning to star. The screenplay is being written. I’m told that in 40 books that get optioned get made into movies, so we’ll see.

**Q Can you imagine them playing Henry and Clare – Henry has dark hair!

A** Well, as actors they’re supposed to be chameleons so, anything is possible. I saw Jennifer in The Good Girl and she was really good in it. I haven’t seen Friends as I don’t have TV.

**Q Why not?

A** Because it makes me very depressed. There’s such a lot of negativity on TV. And I’m sure there’s great things. People say ‘oh you should have seen this or that,’ but not watching it certainly frees up a ton of time. Here I am kind of biting the hand that feeds me because the Today show people were very nice.

**Q What star sign are you?

A** Gemini

**Q Give me three words that describe you?

A** Sceptical, reserved and…kind.

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Extract: the time traveler’s wife

Exclusive Extract from THE TIME TRAVELER’S WIFE (Random House Australia) by Audrey Niffeneger, the Great Read in the December issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

Prologue Clare: It’s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

Henry: How does it feel? How does it feel?

Sometimes it feels as though your attention has wandered for just an instant. Then, with a start, you realize that the book you were holding, the red plaid cotton shirt with white buttons, the favorite black jeans and the maroon socks with an almost-hole in one heel, the living-room, the about-to-whistle kettle in the kitchen: all of these have vanished. You are standing, naked as a jay-bird, up to your ankles in ice water in a ditch along an unidentified rural route. You wait a minute to see if maybe you will just snap right back to your book, your apartment, et cetera. After about five minutes of swearing and shivering and hoping to hell you can just disappear, you start walking in any direction, which will eventually yield a farmhouse, where you have the option of stealing or explaining. Stealing will sometimes land you in jail, but explaining is more tedious and time consuming and involves lying anyway, and also sometimes results in being hauled off to jail, so what the hell.

Sometimes you feel as though you have stood up too quickly even if you are lying in bed half asleep. You hear blood rushing in your head, feel vertiginous falling sensations. Your hands and feet are tingling and then they aren’t there at all. You’ve mislocated yourself again. It only takes an instant, you have just enough time to try to hold on, to flail around (possibly damaging yourself or valuable possessions) and then you are skidding across the forest green carpeted hallway of a Motel 6 in Athens, Ohio, at 4.16am., Monday, August 6, 1981, and hit your head on someone’[s door, causing this person, a Ms. Tina Schulman from Philadelphia, to open this door and start screaming because there’s a naked, carpet-burned man passed out at your feet. You wake up in the County Hospital concussed with a policeman sitting outside your door listening to the Phillies game on a crackly transistor radio. Mercifully, you lapse back into unconsciousness and wake up again hours later in your bed with your wife leaning over you looking very worried.

Sometimes you feel euphoric. Everything is sublime, and has an aura, and suddenly you are intensely nauseated and then you are gone. You are throwing up on some geraniums, or your father’s tennis shoes, or your very own bathroom floor three days ago, or a wooden sidewalk in Oak Park, Illinois circa 1903, or a tennis court on a fine autumn day in the 1950s, or your own naked feet in a wide variety of times and places.

How does it feel?

It feels exactly like one of those dreams in which you suddenly realize that you have to take a test you haven’t studied for and you aren’t wearing any clothes. And you’ve left your wallet at home.

When I am out there, in time, I am inverted, changed into a desperate version of myself. I become a thief, a vagrant, an animal who runs and hides. I startle old women and amaze children. I am a trick, an illusion of the highest order so incredible that I am actually true.

Is there a logic, a rule to all this coming and going, all this dislocation? Is there a way to stay put, to embrace the present with every cell? I don’t know. There are clues; as with any disease there are patterns, possibilities. Exhaustion, loud noises, stress, standing up suddenly, flashing light – any of these can trigger an episode. But: I can be reading the Sunday Times, coffee in hand and Clare dozing beside me on our bed and suddenly I’m in 1976 watching my thirteen-year-old self mow my grandparents’ lawn. Some of these episodes last only moments; it’s like listening to a car radio that’s having trouble holding on to a station. I find myself in crowds, audiences, mobs. Just as often I am alone, in a field, house, car, on a beach, in a grammar school in the middle of the night. I fear finding myself in a prison cell, an elevator full of people, the middle of a highway. I appear from nowhere, naked. No clothes, no money, no ID. Fortunately I don’t wear glasses. I spend most of my sojourns acquiring clothing and trying to hide. It’s ironic, really. All my pleasures are homey ones: armchair splendour, the sedate excitements of domesticity. All I ask for are humble delights. A mystery noel in bed, the smell of Clare’s long red-gold hair damp from washing, a postcard from a friend on vacation, cream dispersing into coffee, the softness of the skin under Clare’s breasts, the symmetry of grocery bags sitting on the kitchen counter waiting to be unpacked. I love meandering through the stacks at the library after the patrons have gone home, lightly touching the spines of books. These are the things that can pierce me with longing when I am displaced from them by Time’s whim.

And Clare, always Clare. Clare in the morning, sleepy and crumpled-faced. Clare reading, with her hanging over the back of the chair, massaging balm into her cracked red hands before bed. Clare’s low voice is in my ear often.

I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going, and she cannot follow.

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