Ah, Monsieur Frog, I see you’re here yet again. Do you have to visit us so very frequently? Yup, that’s – ribbit – the sound of – ribbit – another crocheted swatch being reduced to heaps of wiggly raw yarn. Sigh. Ribbit.
Actually, I don’t especially mind, because it’s fun creating summat from nowt, and I’m relishing the experience of shaping and refining this *new* idea for a crochet project. I want it to be right, more than I want it to be speedy, and assuming it works out, I’ll happily share the pattern with your goodly selves. The other day I showed you some bricks because there’s a lot of masonry involved in this idea, but now I have better bricks, and roof tiles.
The brick yarn is Scheepjes’ Soft Fun Denim, shade 510, just in case you too have a yearning for masonry, and its subtle brown ombré works rather well. The roof tiles are crocodile stitch, worked in Stylecraft Extra Special DK, shade Sandstone (but spoken as someone with qualifications in geology, that colour is NOTHING like any sandstone I’ve ever seen). But the croc stitch in the picture is a rubbishy mess because I followed a rather inadequate pattern I found online, so now I’ve found a better pattern:-
(and yes, I do indeed have naked cherubs on my skirt. Doesn’t everyone?) But the latest incarnation of the roof is perhaps too wide, so I frog, frog, frog, and begin again. Wine generally assists with this process.
And when this creation is finished, you’ll be the very first to see it, I promise. Do you perchance detect a smidgen of excitement here chez Twisted Towers?
Speaking of Twisted Towers (our old, converted-brewery home), I found something rather curious whilst outside with the Toddler Twinnage. I’m continuing the brickwork theme of this post because looking closely, I noticed a pattern in some of our bricks:-
And peering closer (because I’m odd enough to stand with my nose pressed up against interesting walls), I realized that the dark bricks had a rather fabulous dark green glaze, although it’s flaked off in many places over the course of a century or two. But look! Green glass!
Meanwhile, thank you most kindly for your comments about my happy mismatched knitted socks. Of course, your generous encouragement is entirely to blame for my purchase of more luscious clearance-bin sock yarn, this time a rather fetching llama-derived creation:-
Here it is, in the afternoon sun. Heavens, I might even be at risk of developing a stash, at last.