So shall we get back to discussing knitting and crochet? That said, I do have lots more ‘musical’ (I use that word very loosely) tales to tell you about The Purlz, if you’d like to hear them?
Anyway, in other yarn-related news…
A while ago, the Knitting And Crochet Guild (KCG) ran a competition with lovely Yarn Stories yarn to design knitted/crocheted squares inspired by the KCG historical collection. These squares were for a blanket. This was my entry: a crazy
messy knitted hybrid of stranded work and intarsia that placed severe pressure on my sanity. T’was knitted with lovely Yarn Stories DK. (Speedy disclaimer: no, I didn’t pay for the yarn. But nobody told me to say it was lovely. Or if they did, I wasn’t listening.)
Here’s a hint for sane and healthy living: NEVER try to combine stranded/fairisle and intarsia. (You’re welcome.)
Anyway, they published the shortlist of finalists, and my entry wasn’t on it. OK, fair enough. But then I happened to see THIS on the Yarn Stories Facebook page:-
Ha ha ha ha ha! Story of my life. Great idea, too flippin’ complicated/difficult. (In my meagre defence, I’ll say that I thought that the squares themselves were for a one-off blanket, rather than the patterns being made available. So old, so slow to understand…) But honestly, if I ever have a crown (unlikely), it’ll be as the queen of over-ambitious-and-slightly-impractical plans.
And this is the reason why I still don’t yet have a finished object to show you in relation to the big-secret-crochet-furniture-related-house-project. I’ve been beavering away, and the garden is progressing, but my goodness this beast eats time. How do you crochet a lawnmower, anyway? And do you have any idea how many hours I’ve put in to just crocheting a crazy-paving path to cross the lawn and circle the pond? It’s coming, though, and I promise you it’s going to be… unusual. And striking. And over-ambitious. I’m about 80% of the way there, and I’m seriously excited. More photos very soon. Thank you for being kind and patient souls. But I’m not the sort of blogger who turns out super-quick, knit-this-in-half-an-hour projects. Sorry.
Speaking of time, life round here is about to change dramatically. The Tyrannical Twinnage begin school next Thursday (may I just pause there to weep a little?) and this means that I will actually have some time when I’m neither (i) twin-wrangling, nor (ii) at work. I’m over-reacting to this prospect by moping as though we’re sending our children off to school on the moon. (We’re so not.) I even took them out to lunch at a local restaurant yesterday as a soon-you’ll-not-be-with-me-every-second-that-I’m-not-at-work treat. It was an interesting novelty, having only a couple of four-year-olds as my lunch dates, but they behaved near-perfectly. Here, distorted by a water bottle, is one of them, wondering when on earth his meal is going to arrive.
I hadn’t intended to take them somewhere formal, but the venue I chose used to be a relaxed café, and by the time I realized that its tone had changed, a waitress had pretty much already ushered us to our table. Some of our companions were on the elderly side:-
Where do they even find these things? I need one for my sitting room. Seriously.
Maybe I’ll be able to research the answer to this with all my new-found time.
Oh and by the way, do you like rock cakes? Our neighbours have just had a baby, so I couldn’t go round there empty-handed. I took home-made hummus last time, and this time I took rock cakes. Recipe here. T’was easy to mix up:-
Enjoy, if you decide to give ’em a go.