Whoa, it’s cold today. (Alternative blog text for southern hemisphere readers: Gosh, isn’t it warm?)
We’re not at ice-on-the-inside-of-the-windows levels of chill quite yet, but we can’t be far off. Here at Twisted Towers, the twinnage are abed (if only to keep warm), and the Stoic Spouse and I are both choosing pastimes that don’t require straying very far from the fire:-
That’s the Stoic Spouse on guitar, there, with me accompanying on knitting needles. It’s a rare privilege to be allowed by the Stoic Spouse to post pictures of any part of him, so if you happen to be strolling in rural Oxfordshire and you recognize that arm out and about, please don’t let on, OK?
Talking of that arm, and of the rest of the Stoic Spouse too, he and I have just marked ten years of marriage. We didn’t make a huge deal of it because, well, busy, but we did enjoy a trip to the we’re-lucky-to-have-this-stuff-on-our-doorstep Ashmoleum Museum in Oxford. There are so many different galleries to explore, but we decided to hit England from 400-1600AD… and walked straight into a 1500-year-old copper alloy brooch that was found in our village! Lookety-look:-
Perhaps I should dig a little deeper than the Victorian clay pipes I’ve found so far as I redesign our own garden:-
Anyway, down in the basement of the museum, there’s a history-of-textiles gallery, and the Stoic Spouse stoically accepted that we’d be spending serious time down there. Look what I found! Look! Look! I was so excited that you’d think I’d dug this thing up myself:-
It’s a 3000-year-old Italian copper alloy drop spindle. I was gobsmacked and awestruck. Obviously I had my own drop spindle in my handbag, ready for a photo-shoot.
I know I’m still a novice spinner…
…but how magical is it to imagine sitting with someone from another era, another country, and with our near-identical pieces of kit, we could each understand perfectly what the other was doing (though I’d try to tap my ancient companion for some advice). I wonder what marvellous yarns were created on that old spindle. I wonder what the spindle would be like to use. I wonder whether the Ashmoleum would let me have a go using it…
Sadly, the museum was closing by this point, so we headed out into the damp, chilly, Oxford night.
…and felt very old indeed as we sat in a pub amongst students who weren’t even born when we were studying here. (You possibly have no idea how very painful those words were to type.) So yeah, we celebrated a decade of marriage in a very low-key way.
Back at home, the twinnage have developed a passion for whales, sharks, dolphins, and sundry marine life. They’ve been making impressive paper models of their favourite creatures, so I decided to throw some yarn at the subject. Meet Sarah (named by the twinnage):-
Sarah is an orca that I crocheted in secret (pattern here, but I made her in chunky yarn so she’s LARGE). I presented her to the boys a couple of nights ago. According to the experts (aka my sons) an orca’s gender can be determined by the size of its dorsal fin, which is how they concluded that she is a she. Apparently I will be making a male companion for Sarah over the coming days.
I have knitting to show you, too, but you’ll have to wait a few days for the finished object to be revealed…
I hope your week has been similarly yarnful?