Hmm, it seems that the house-bag I’m crocheting and the real houses being
too numerously built in our village are neck-and-neck in terms of progress. That said, I’m tempted to just whack a roof on what I’ve hooked so far and call it a bungalow. Would you like to see some progress? (Thank you for your lovely comments on my previous post about it, by the way. 🙂 )
There’s a long way to go. Upstairs, for starters, and that door needs a handle. And those little balls of red/green Rowan Fine Tweed (leftover from this) are for embroidering roses and window boxes etc. And maybe we need a house number. (Any suggestions?) And being a bag, it needs a shoulder strap and some lining and some sides.
My fine furry friends, do you see that little white fanlight above the door? (Let’s ignore the fact that I’ve decided now it should be grey, not white.) It looks as though I’ve just worked it on top of the brick stitch (doesn’t it?) but no, it’s completely integrated into the pattern. You have no idea how very many hours I spent figuring that blighter out with randomly-coloured spare yarn.
It’s fun, and at some point I’ll write the pattern up in a form that’s comprehensible to the outside world.
But meanwhile, I’ll just continue building and building with yarn, and the chaps in the village will keep building and building with bricks. I seem to be working a sort of crochet intarsia, with far too many balls of yarn. Knitted intarsia never was my thing (I’m a stranded/fairisle lass), and all these tangling colours are a tad frustrating.
It got more complicated and the blobs of yarn became more numerous after this photo was taken, by the way, but by then I was a little too fraught to fetch the camera. Incidentally, if you’re
crazy enough to be doing intarsia of any sort, whether knitted or crocheted, I recommend using hair bobbles or elastic bands to restrain the balls/bobbins/blobs of yarn that you’re currently not using. (Hair bobbles are kinder to the yarn, in the same way that they’re kinder to the hair than elastic bands are.) That way, there is at least a limit of sorts to the degree of yarny snarl-up you’re about to experience.
Now, you might have observed a certain gloomy ambience to the photos in this post. If you’re in the UK you might have guessed why, but given that most of you are from outside the UK, I really ought to show you this picture of the SUN:-
…and also this:-
…Because whilst I was hooking away, the moon was sneaking in front of the sun and giving us a 90-something percent eclipse. Not as impressive as the 100% dark eclipse I witnessed on the south coast a few years ago, but fun nonetheless. People talk about the birds going quiet when an eclipse peaks, but really what happens is this: (i) the traffic goes quiet, and (ii) social media goes mental. So there you have it, people, characteristics of the eclipse for the modern age. You heard it here first on the ‘Yarn. 🙂