Evenin’ all. 🙂
[Passes round glasses of wine (or juice, for the non-drinkers) and a range of small but delectable nibbles, including vegetarian options. Encourages you all to continue knitting or crocheting whilst we chat. Sorry the canapés are shop-bought: I didn’t have time to cook because I’ve been out all day. And – uncharacteristically for me – I haven’t baked any cake, I’m afraid. Maybe come back tomorrow if that’s what you’re after. I have baked some wholemeal bread, though.]
It’s not been a very knitty or hooky day, but it has been fun. And just in case you think I’m slacking in my yarnery, here’s a shot of the progress of the knitted mandala picture:-
I’ve been thinking more about mandalas, and I realized that there are a few on a dress of mine (I’m a sucker for Desigual dresses.) Look:-
Anyway, back to today. I have an allotment! No, let me say that again: I HAVE AN ALLOTMENT!!!!!!! After several years on a waiting list, and after endless hoping, pleading, bribing, blackmailing, extortion, and general corruption of a wide and creative variety of forms (not really), I have finally got to the top of the allotment waiting list. Unfortunately the plot that I’ve been offered looks like this just at the moment. Those weeds… they’re taller than the toddler twinnage:-
But a sweet new friend,
whom I also secretly know to be our village yarn-bomber but I’m not supposed to know that is going to run it jointly with me, so right now it seems possible. She knows this plot well because she’s rented it in the past, and when we went to visit today (carrying the toddler twinnage to avoid losing them forever amongst the undergrowth, which would – let’s face it – be a tricky one to explain to social services), she showed me that deep down at ground level, you can find delicious strawberries. And there are some valiantly-surviving potato plants too, and a smattering of roses and day-lilies. All good, yes? The strawberries were delightfully yumptious, but I’m afraid I didn’t get a photo, because I was too busy eating them. Oops.
Anyway, the great thing about running an allotment with a yarn-bomber is that our first discussion was not about who was going to water the plants on a Tuesday, or how to divide up the tomato crop, or what type of fertiliser we need. No, our first discussion was about the yarn-bombing potential of the fence around our plot. Don’t you just love that? We’re sorting out the important stuff first. 🙂 Happy days. I’m thinking a little light rainbow crochet around the top of the fence, to start? Advice, people?
So we had a little look around, and we pondered. And we visited the chickens and guinea pigs in the garden of my new friend
whom I’m not supposed to know is the yarn-bomber and then we went next door to the house of another friend of mine who has more than 20 pet rabbits, and I looked at her gorgeous bunnies and the piles of bunny-fluff on the grass from where she’d groomed them, which made me think, knitting! How soft would that bunny fur be to knit?! And a sweet baby bunny climbed me, resulting in this:-
And then it was time to go home, because I had – hard life – to go to my favourite cousin’s 40th birthday party in a neighbouring village, where we enjoyed a high tea with many cakes and scones and some rather delectable green tea and champagne beside the river Thames. Happy birthday Lisa, if you’re reading this!