Well, friends and fair crafters of the blogosphere, may I confess to a certain feeling of fullness? The blogiversary cake was eventually cut and… well you can probably guess the rest. Let’s just say that I won’t be hauling myself out of this chair for another week or so. Those buttons on my waistband won’t re-attach themselves, y’know, if I accidentally pop them.
No I hadn’t forgotten that this is a knitting/crochet blog, so here’s a tiny bit of my semi-secret project, now finished and blocked, but in need of some proper photography. There’s a reason that all those stitches look so horribly wonky, and that reason involves my hatred of endless 1×1 ribbing. Sigh. Also I wanted to do a little Wee-hee! at the woven label. 🙂 Labels like this are surprisingly cheap to commission, and you can semi-customise the design to add a professional touch to your work.
Anyway, I’m writing this from deepest most rural Herefordshire, where sheep roam the hillsides and where apples are relentlessly pulverised to make cider. The Toddler Twinnage and I have just arrived to stay with my parents before the parents make another of their once-a-decade moves to a completely new bit of the country. We’ve been wandering around the garden admiring the abundance of autumn:-
…and chatting to the locals, who are of exceptionally handsome stock:-
Up the hill behind my parents’ house are bushes laden with sloes. Note the lichen growing on the dry old branches: lichen loves to grow where the air is clean. Remember the blackthorn I photographed in the spring? Well blackthorn = sloe bushes and now we have enough fruit to make sloe gin:-
Just in case you didn’t enjoy a misspent youth (my childhood chores included stirring the sloe gin each day 🙂 ), here is how to make this sweet, delicious drink. You’ll need to pick roughly a pound of sloes. (Don’t be tempted to eat them – they taste vile, though they’re perfectly harmless.) Take them home, leave your muddy wellies outside the door, please, and prick the sloes all over with a sharp knife. Put them in a large jar with 8oz of caster sugar and the contents of a large bottle of gin. (No, the gin does not need testing ‘just to make sure’.) Stir. Put the lid on the jar and place it somewhere dark. Get it out every day or two and stir gently. It’ll be ready for Christmas. I used to make this stuff every year, but have lapsed, lately.
There is so much more colour and loveliness to show you from our Herefordshire hideaway, before we head back home. And my Mum has been doing the most amazing patchwork which warrants a post all of its own. So I’ll shut up for now and get on with some knitting. ‘Til next time, me hearties.