Goodness, I’ll never be a bricklayer.
I’m getting towards the top of the wall of my big furniture-related housey secret project, and I am very nearly over this whole brick-mortar-brick-mortar-brick-mortar monotony. I’m looking forward to embroidering roses scrambling all over it. Mad, monstrous roses with no inhibitions.
Also I’m looking forward to starting the garden. Some of your comments on previous posts have given me ideas…. (Thank you.) I’m also wondering about possibly a little pond with lilly pads. But now, a moment of your serious attention please, fine folks. See the two stitches I’ve crocheted in the sample below?
I’m thinking about the texture of the lawn. The toppish-leftish portion is plain ol’ single crochet (North American crochet terminology here.) Now I don’t know about your lawn, but mine does not look that neat and ordered and arranged in rows. So I had a scout around and found the other stitch in the sample. It’s called spider stitch, and although it’s exactly as higgledy-piggledy as our lawn, it’s neat and tidy to crochet. Here’s the pattern. (Obviously I’ll write/photo it out properly when I do the pattern. I’m STILL working on the pattern for the house-bag, though.)
But before I can play in the garden, I must finish off the house. We shall crochet in the car… (Thank you for doing the driving, Stoic Spouse.)….
We shall crochet on the beach…
And very VERY soon, I shall have something to show you that will either be a complete disaster or delightfully, cheerily bonkers. Or quite possibly both.