You’re right, of course. This is very possibly my most does-what-it-says-on-the-tin post title to date. What can I say? I’m a wee bit tired. So while I attempt to muster some narrative energy, take a look at this:
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:
It seems that my last post about my current foray into rug hooking was a tad misleading – profuse and profound apologies, naturally. For, far from having completed the rug hooking hearts picture, I had, in fact, only just started, and the image of the completed article was merely intended to demonstrate what I was aiming for. The good news, though, is that I am now making progress:
Here’s a tip for you: if you want to do an online search to find out more about the needlecraft of hooking, key in ‘rug hooking’ rather than ‘hooking’. Trust me, the search results for the latter are predictably colourful, but decidedly less useful.
So what is rug hooking? (It still doesn’t sound quite right, does it?) Well, it involves pulling yarn through holes in a canvas with a hook to create, for example, something like this:
Here’s the thing, then: I’m learning to crochet. I’d wanted to find out more ever since I saw a kit for a sweet crocheted sheep in the ever-glorious Fringe and then, as luck would have it, it turned out that Fringe were running a beginner’s crochet workshop in April. Splendid, I thought, and booked myself a place. Continue reading
So, it would appear that Cinnamon Bear is a fan of Uncle Neil. Clearly a bear with a musical ear and very good taste, then. Not that I doubted it for a second. Cinnamon Bear has also, it seems, been chatting to Colin the Robin, because – as I predicted – he suggested I might like to make him a female companion. Luckily, I was one step ahead of him:
Yes, thanks to my lovely little Cinnamon Bear kit from the ever-wonderful Fringe, we now have two little bears to try to save from the incorrigible clutches of the Feline Detectives, which – as we know from Colin’s brush with death – is no mean feat.
Yes, ok. So Wales didn’t win this year’s Six Nations. Mark isn’t over the moon and it’s very possible that Warren Gatland may never almost smile again. That’s sport for you. Up one minute, down the next. It’s enough to make anyone seasick. Still, at least the Cherries are on top of their game, keeping Mark nicely in Pollyanna mode… Continue reading