Hello, dear knitters and crocheters, and runners, and my mum, and people who inexplicably landed here whilst searching for a blog about oxyacetylene welding. Come and sit with me beside the fire, because it’s way too cold out there.
I hope you’ve brought your yarn. (No, please don’t start oxyacetylene welding in my sitting room. The blog you’re looking for is that way. –> )
I’ve been reading about all sorts of bonkers meteorological shenanigans lately, from brain-melting heat in Australia to crazy-deep snow in continental Europe. And us, here in the UK? We’ll we’ve had a hint-and-a-quarter of snow:-
Yup, that’s the extent of our winter so far. But at least those emerging bulbs promise some colour in the imminent-to-near future. Having planted well over a thousand spring bulbs in the autumn, it’s fun to watch them emerge at last and wave their fronds in the air like they just don’t care:-
At least, I hope they don’t care, because things are AT LAST feeling quite wintery around here. Everything in the wildlife pond is hunkering down.
And whilst some of you will have a different opinion, the twinnage and I JUST WANT SOME PROPER SNOW! (The runner in me isn’t so keen on snow, but the child in me is louder.) I can’t help wishing ‘the winter of 2018-19’ will be the one that people talk about for the next five years or so. But I’m not unreasonable. I wouldn’t want it to be the one that you’re not allowed to mention for decades to come for fear of folk going quiet and shaking their heads at the terrible, frostbite-ridden, memories.
The online forecasts keep dangling snowflakes so tantalizingly close, only to cruelly snatch them away again at a few hours’ notice. In my less reasonable moments, I can’t help but view this as some kind of breach of contract. You PROMISED me a blizzard!
Shall we get back to the yarn?
I’m working hard on my knitted underwater/underground picture, and I long for the day when I can finally cut the steek and reveal the whole thing.
It’s fun, knitting this thing. Every item in the picture has a story behind it, but I’ll save those stories for the final ta-da.
Except for the pike. There is no story behind the pike. I just wanted to include it:-
And – I shouldn’t tell you this yet – there are some crazy-exciting things rumbling away in the background that, all being well, I’ll be able to tell you about soon. Please forgive my silence on the subject for now.
So that’s been my week. What about yours? Is your yarnery progressing beautifully? Please do feel free to show it off here.