Bet you wondered where I’d disappeared to, didn’t you? Well, I’m not surprised. I was starting to wonder exactly that myself… Unbelievably, it’s been more or less two whole months since my last
confession post. In the circumstances, the fact that I actually remembered my password to get in and write this is a minor miracle. So I guess I now need to make it worthwhile. How’s this for a start?
Don’t try this at home. These hats are heavy!
Just as I was embarking on my little crafting haitus – having found myself, though I hate to admit it, a teeny bit crafted out and, more to the point, in grave need of a holiday generally – I was asked if there was anything I could do to help prepare for a local charity’s Christmas Fair. I really am very tired indeed at the moment, and so I confess that my heart did sink slightly at this point. But then, this wasn’t just any local charity, this was North London’s Animal Aid & Advice – the charity through which we found the Feline Detectives. Plus McCready and Gilmour – the aforementioned sneaky sleuths – were about to celebrate their second birthday. Plus I’m really, really bad at saying no. So I went online and ordered myself some yarn:
Four of the seven colours I went for: Dusty Turquoise, Beet, Italian Plum and Charcoal. Looking rather lighter and brighter here than they do in real life.
Would you believe me if I told you that it has taken me an entire year to realise that I can make the photos in my posts bigger? Yes. Read it and weep uncontrollably, for it is sadly so. Worse, I have even reflected, from time to time, on what a shame it is that the photos are so small. In the words of the immortal Bart: doh! Continue reading
The holiday knitting continues apace! In spite of all the outdoorsy stuff we’ve been up to – and there’s been quite a bit of this (after our epic hike on our first full day here, and a day on Brownsea Island, we had a day on the Studland Peninsula where, before we knew it, we’d covered ten miles) – I seem to be whizzing through my holiday projects at such speed that I’m starting to wonder whether I need to find a yarn shop fast and think with a relative degree of slightly lethargic urgency of an additional creation to work on during our lazy evenings in front of the fire. Continue reading
This time next week, we’ll have been cosily ensconced in our holiday cottage in Purbeck, Dorset, for two whole days. Our long-awaited break is almost upon us – and not a moment too soon! On Friday, having made the third and final of three enormous work-related deadlines, I went for a walk to release some adrenaline. After ten minutes, my body reacted – suddenly and decidedly – to the relief and it was all I could do to convince one foot to follow the other until I got back home. ‘The fatigue is come upon me’, cried the Lady of Crouch End – or, at least, she would have done, had she had sufficient strength for more than a whimper.
As it turns out, what really got me back into crafty pursuits was my sister’s need for a woolly hat that didn’t make her look like she was about to go and work on an oil rig for the winter. (Actually, I’d already knitted a scarf – my first – by this time, but that’s another story.)
This was about 18 months ago now. I visited my sister at her home in Austria, where we searched for a headpiece that would do her feminine locks justice. Continue reading