Evening all. Come sit awhile. You’re very welcome here… unless you have cheese: I have a weird phobia of cheese. Please, people, take your cheese away. No, take it further away than that.
We’ve been staying home and shivering quite a bit, the Toddler Twinnage and I, and comforting ourselves with easy bakes such as these apple and sultana muffins (recipe here). Would you like one?
And by mid-afternoon it’s so chilly that I go to the safe, deep in the oldest part of our brewery home…
…and I pull open the heavy door to see… this!
Firelighters and matches – out of the reach of the Toddler Twinnage. Because it feels like time to light a log fire and plonk the children in front of the marble run kindly leant to us by the lovely Selma from EclecticHome&Life. (By the way, her home is every bit as beautiful and stylish as you’d imagine it to be from her blog.) The Toddler Twinnage adore the marble run, and much giggling ensues.
So do I.
Of course, I can’t blog at the moment without giving the arctic qiviut a leeeetle bit of air-time, because it ain’t often that the tummy-fluff of the musk ox plops into my life, and I don’t suppose I’ll ever be so fortunate again. I’ve hit the lacy bit of the heavenly cowl I’m making, look!
There’s been knitting and crochet (and wine) at our local pub, too, after a reader of this blog worked out from my description of the postman’s personality that we actually live in the same village! And now, she and I are starting a knitting/crochet group at the pub. Look at the nickname of one of our local Oxfordshire ales! (Actually nothing to do with crochet – just a shortening of the name of the town where the beer is made.) You have no idea how embarrassing it was when the landlady caught me photographing her bar.
Anyway, there were just the two of us at our starter-meeting this week, but we have ambitions for our little group. And we spent a happy evening chatting about knitting and crochet without anyone grumping Will-you-shut-up-about-the-yarn-already? I watched as a delicate amigurumi cat began to take perfect shape across the table from me. (‘A’ is better at crochet than I am.) And I worked cables in my Yarnstories wool – badly, because it’s tricky to cable and converse successfully. After a while, we realized that the people at the next table were talking about knitting, too. Rather a successful evening. And at least the pub is warm.