Bloomsbury, elephants and ice cream

Choice is a good thing, they say, and I agree. But then, they also say it’s possible to have too much of a good thing, and I think there are times when there might be something in this. Unless we’re talking about love, compassion, understanding… little things like that. Or ice cream. You can NEVER have too much ice cream, even in January, outside, when it’s raining. And who the heck are ‘they’, anyway?

But if you’re fortunate enough to have so much choice that you’re left in a state of discombobulated paralysis… Well, then you’re done for, aren’t you? And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the state in which I presently find myself. Why? Because of this:

Projects galore!

Projects galore!

Where, o where, do I start? So many lovely projects to be getting on with, I hardly know which way is up! And these are only some of my options – I’ve got a whole list that are only at the ideas stage at the moment…

There’s the handful of projects that I’ve started but which have got a bit stuck: rug hooking hearts (not very comfy to handle while simultaneously attempting to relax on the sofa); my knitted rabbit (needs sewing up – need I say more?); my chunky lace-style jumper (frozen at a point of pattern-related frustration, although the pattern has since been amended, so I really have no excuse); and my patchwork bedspread and my bead collage (both still in the – very – early design stages).

I’ve got other projects that I really want to start, but when? For example, the gorgeous crocheted Zebra kit my sister St Nicholas got me in December (in the picture above, on the right), some knitted Christmas decorations (ok, I agree… those could go on the backburner for a while), and covering my craft drawers in découpage to make them look a little less boring, to name but a few.

I’ve got some vintage craft books that I picked up last Autumn in the ever-splendid Fringe that I want to have a good look at:

Lots of great old craft adverts in one of these - can't wait to have a more thorough read!

Lots of great old craft adverts in one of these – can’t wait to have a more thorough read!

And I want to get going with some of the ideas in these too:

Embroidery, quilting or knitting... how to decide?

Embroidery, quilting or knitting… how to decide?

I found the Bloomsbury Needlepoint in a second-hand bookshop last year and as I love the Omega Workshop designs of Vanessa Bell et al, I can’t wait to try something. Quilting on the Go! was a present from Dad and Ilke two Christmases ago and is going to be my bible once I start on my patchwork bedspread. And Mini Skein Knits is a recent birthday present from my brother, Rob – loads of great ideas about how to use up leftover balls of yarn, which is great as I was wondering what on earth to do with them all. Better I do something with them than the moths triumph in a renewed assault…

Of course, if I do more knitting this year, I’ll need some needles… Fortune is most definitely smiling on me here: take a look at this wonderful set of interchangeable knitting needles I got for my birthday!

The poshest knitting needles I've ever owned. Thanks Dad and Ilke!

The poshest knitting needles I’ve ever owned. Thanks Dad and Ilke!

You might remember that in my last post I professed a certain level of fatigue. Well, the fatigue continues – is this just the January effect, I wonder? – and I feel absolutely cream-crackered. So, while I work out which project to pick up or start next, I’m working on a very easy piece of tapestry – a kit from Nipper and Tyke:

A very relaxing spot of needlework.

A very relaxing spot of needlework.

The canvas, as you can see, is entirely the opposite of fine so, apart from the fact that the yarn sometimes gets caught on its edges, it’s gentle work for a tired soul. When I compare it to much finer embroidery I’ve tackled in the past, it does look quite simplistic, but I am – at last – learning to listen to what my body and mind need, and right now simple is fine by me!

More soon. And in the meantime, lucky, lucky me to have all this choice. Rather a state of (temporary, I’m sure) discombobulated paralysis than abject boredom, after all!