T’was a beautiful clear night last night. The sort of night where you amble along in the peaceful blackness gazing up at the starry heavens… and then walk slap bang into a wall.
Who put that stupid wall there, anyway? It’s a ridiculous place for a wall. Only an idiot would build a wall right there.
Given the rate at which they’re building
too many new houses in this village, you do have to watch out for sneaky new walls when you’re out and about. Anyway, back to last night. I was on my way out clutching several project bags, heading for the pub where we hold our new-and-growing knit/crochet/gin night.
Stop me if I’ve mentioned this before, but legend has it that there’s an ancient tunnel running from the cellar of our home to the pub, which would be kind of handy for popping to the bar in time for last orders with the baby monitor in my pocket. But since I’ve never found any sign of the tunnel entrance, I have to go outside in the cold night and walk into walls.
So we settled ourselves in a comfy corner, and worked happily but not very efficiently on our various projects. I was busy with the crochet house bag.
Beside me, something wonderful was happening. One of our group, who was a complete beginner herself a few short weeks ago, was busy teaching a newcomer the basics of crochet. How cool is that? Two months ago, she’d scarcely worked her first foundation chain, and now she’s making hats and discussing cables and inspiring newcomers. Happy days.
Plenty more pictures of the bag are coming. I just need to finish it. The pattern will be available here, and I’ve decided to work a knitted version, too.
Just watch out for those sneaky walls, OK?